The Burial Tower of Immortals buries the heavens, the earth, and all the immortals.

Qin Changye was also an impatient person.

As he spoke, he took out the Nine Dragon Coffin and awakened the sleeping silver eagle inside.

Not long ago, the Nine Dragon Coffin was opened. After Qin Changye took out nine drops of dragon blood and the map, the silver eagle suddenly became interested in the empty Nine Dragon Coffin and wanted to enter it.

Qin Changye naturally granted his request.

At this moment, as it emerged from the Nine Dragon Coffin and continued to grow larger, its aura was significantly enhanced compared to before it entered.

It has even more golden feathers now, almost 80% of them!

"Little Silver, right now, you're practically invincible among level five spirit beasts, aren't you?"

Qin Changye looked at the silver eagle and asked in the animal language.

Little Silver barked proudly a few times, replying, "Master, you can actually be bolder. Remove the 'almost' and put me among the level five spirit beasts; Little Silver is invincible!"

Qin Changye smiled slightly and climbed onto Xiao Yin's back first.

Then, Xiuer, Ren Pingsheng, Ta Ye, and Li Yourong also got on Xiao Yin's back.

A flying spirit beast that has reached the peak of level five can be much faster than the highest-level airship in the Northern Continent when it is at full speed.

After all, time is very tight if you want to destroy more than twenty dynasties within five days!

The first stop was the Great Yan Dynasty, which was closest to the Qin Dynasty.

The Yan Emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty, one of Ye Fengyue's bodies, was severely injured by the "Heaven-Destroying and Earth-Shattering Finger" not long ago, and was then finished off by Qin Changye's sword, thus dying completely.

At this moment, the capital of the Great Yan Dynasty, Yanjing, is shrouded in a thick aura of bloodshed.

When news of the Yan Emperor's assassination reached the capital, the entire imperial city fell into a power vacuum overnight.

The two regents, who had been itching to act, made their moves almost simultaneously.

Both the Eastern King Yan Wujiu and the Western King Yan Wugui declared themselves to be the rightful heirs of the Great Yan Dynasty.

The two men each held their own version of events and refused to yield, which eventually escalated into a fight.

The two men divided up the most elite imperial guards in Yancheng, and the two fought a bloody massacre on Zhuque Avenue in the imperial city, a scene of extreme brutality.

The Xuanjia Iron Cavalry under the Eastern King's command clashed fiercely with the Golden Guards under the Western King's command. The sounds of clashing armor, swords clashing, and screams of the dying continued from dawn until dusk.

Both kings raised the banner of "punishing the rebels," both claimed that the other was a traitorous minister, and both vowed to exterminate the other.

The stone slabs of Zhuque Avenue were soaked in blood, and the ditches along the roadside were blocked by corpses.

The people kept their doors and windows tightly shut, trembling in their homes. No one dared to come out to see what was happening, much less to offer any advice.

"We'll make our move after they've finished fighting!"

Xiao Yin carried Qin Changye and the others to the skies above Yan City. Witnessing the fierce battle below, which was nearing its end, Qin Changye did not rush to make a move.

Sure enough, half an hour later, the two kings finally decided the victor.

During the chaotic battle, King Dongwang Yan Wujiu was struck by a hail of poisoned arrows and died from his injuries.

His Xuanjia Iron Cavalry, leaderless, was surrounded and annihilated by the Golden Guards of the Western King Yan Wugui on the southern section of Zhuque Avenue.

King Yan Wugui of the West was covered in blood and severely injured, but he still had a few breaths left. Surrounded by his subordinates, he climbed the city wall of the imperial city.

He loudly proclaimed to the surviving subjects that the rebellious ministers had been eliminated and the Great Yan Dynasty would welcome a new emperor.

After speaking, he stood on the city wall with his arms outstretched, ready to welcome the worship of all people.

However, at this moment, the third regent, Yan Wuyai, who had always been indulging in wine and women and was never taken seriously by anyone, suddenly made his move.

Under the guise of helping Yan Wugui don the yellow robe, he approached Yan Wugui, but quickly drew a dagger and precisely stabbed it into Yan Wugui's heart from behind.

Yan Wugui's eyes widened as he turned to look at his younger brother, who was always drunk and couldn't even lift a knife. Before he could utter a few curses, he fell heavily off the city wall.

Yan Wuyai sheathed his short sword, and the drunkenness on his face vanished.

He glanced at the dumbfounded civil and military officials below the city wall, and said calmly, "My two elder brothers have been fighting for so long, they must be exhausted. So, I shall sit on this throne!"

As he was preparing to announce his coronation, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and gently rested on his shoulder.

Yan Wuyai turned his head and saw his strategist, who was usually so weak that he couldn't even kill a chicken.

This strategist, who always wore a gray cloth robe, followed Yan Wuyai for twelve years, plotting countless court intrigues for him, but never showed any martial prowess in public.

Everyone thought he was just a weak scholar.

At this moment, the hand he placed on Yan Wuyai's shoulder was like a steel axe, rendering Yan Wuyai unable to move an inch.

Yan Wuyai's expression changed drastically: "You actually have such cultivation?"

The strategist did not reply to Yan Wuyai, but spoke in a cold voice, which clearly reached the ears of everyone present: "Yan Wuyai, you murdered your brother to seize the throne, persecuted loyal officials, and colluded with foreign enemies. I have remembered every evil deed you have done in the past twelve years."

In his other hand, a sword appeared out of nowhere, its blade gleaming with a unique golden light—a heirloom sword of the former Lin imperial family.

When the Great Yan destroyed the Great Lin, this sword disappeared without a trace.

Everyone thought it had disappeared into the vastness of history along with the previous dynasty's royal family.

Unexpectedly, it reappeared today, and in the hands of Yan Wuyai's most trusted strategist.

Yan Wuyai finally realized what was happening and tried his best to break free, but the strategist's spiritual power was too strong and had already locked all his meridians, so he couldn't even move a finger.

"Who exactly are you?" Yan Wuyai had no choice but to give up struggling and blurted out the question.

The strategist's face was icy cold, almost otherworldly: "Twelve years ago, in order to please your father, the emperor, you personally slaughtered the last bloodline of the Lin royal family. Do you remember those people? A total of 237, including elderly people over seventy and toddlers who had just learned to walk."

As he spoke, the strategist held the sword to Yan Wuyai's neck: "When you slaughtered the Lin royal family, I was in the secret room watching with my own eyes. From that day on, I spent twelve years getting closer to you step by step, offering you advice, secretly eliminating your political enemies, and secretly winning over countless officials."

His voice was filled with resentment that had been suppressed for twelve years: "In order to gain your trust, I have murdered too many innocent people for you over the years. I even murdered sixty-three of the former dynasty's Fulin Army's spies for you. Each of them was an elite member of my former dynasty's Fulin Army, a warrior who fought to restore our Great Lin Dynasty. I killed them with my own hands, just to make you believe that I am your most loyal dog."

Yan Wuyai finally guessed what was going on, and an unprecedented fear appeared on his face: "You are...you are the former crown prince Lin Qingyang?"

Back then, the previous dynasty was overthrown, and only the crown prince managed to escape, his whereabouts unknown.

Lin Qingyang nodded and severed Yan Wuyai's throat with a single sword stroke.

Blood gushed out, and Yan Wuyai's body fell from the city wall, just like Yan Wugui, whom he had just killed, and was smashed to pieces.

The city gate tower was eerily quiet.

The civil and military officials looked at each other, none of them daring to make a move.

High in the sky, above the clouds, Qin Changye, perched on the back of Little Silver, gazed down, lost in thought.

It has to be said that today's drama has been full of twists and turns!

Xiuer, carrying a large hammer, asked with some doubt, "Young Master, why has Lin Qingyang, the former crown prince, suddenly gone silent after killing Yan Wuyai? I've noticed many people starting to wear the insignia of the former dynasty on their sleeves; they must all be his subordinates whom Lin Qingyang secretly bribed. Why hasn't he seized the opportunity to restore the Great Lin Dynasty and ascend the throne himself?"

Before Qin Changye could answer,

On the city wall, Lin Qingyang suddenly moved.

He glanced at the terrified officials and common people below the city wall, then casually tossed aside the sword from the previous dynasty. Finally, he addressed everyone, saying, "The Great Yan Dynasty ceases to exist from this day forward, and the Great Lin Dynasty will not be restored. This city, this country, its people, and its land are all entrusted to one person."

I'll never rest until I say something shocking!

All the onlookers were stunned. They couldn't understand who Lin Qingyang was going to entrust all of this to.

All they saw was Lin Qingyang suddenly looking up at the sky.

Many people also looked up at the sky.

But above, there was nothing but an enormous cloud.