Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

At the same time, on the outer edge of the Burial Ground Plateau, the Sunset Demon Emperor arrived. Its peak aura, which it had maintained, plummeted at a visible speed. It coughed up blood continuously and even walked more slowly.

"His Majesty!"

"His Majesty!!"

The surrounding monarchs gathered around, asking what had happened.

"It's nothing serious..."

The Sunset Demon Emperor exhaled a sigh of relief, its injuries gradually healing. It looked up at the distant, mysterious plateau and said in a heavy tone:

"My friends, I must travel the road ahead alone. It is far too dangerous for me to protect you..."

"You all wait for me here."

"If I am unable to leave within six months, I have most likely failed. You should flee as far away as possible... and never go looking for me."

"Yes! We will obey Your Majesty's decree!" the six surviving kings replied in unison.

Chapter 608 Surrender Before the Battle? Heading to Feixian County

The relocation of the entire Sunset Kingdom caused a great stir in the Immortal Realm, marking a significant change in the more than ten thousand-year-long struggle between humans and demons.

On the surface, it appears that the human race has won the right to rule the vast ruins from now on, but in reality, the leaders of the Imperial Dynasty, the Sword Sect, the Undying Wastes, and the Human King Clan know very well that an even more terrifying storm is brewing on the way.

In the year 1,930,000 of the Immortal Realm calendar, in June, at the Imperial Palace of the Imperial Dynasty.

Emperor Wu, the Imperial Preceptor, the three great monarchs, emperors of past dynasties, civil and military officials—everyone present looked preoccupied and gloomy.

The courtiers remained silent, each lost in their own thoughts. Emperor Wu, seated on the dragon throne, also kept quiet, suppressing his raging anger with a terrifyingly restrained gaze.

"Now, the demon race is terrified and has already migrated to the starry sky. The demon emperor has even entered the Burial Ground Plateau, one of the forbidden zones of life. At present, they can be said to have extricated themselves from the vortex of the three parties."

"The troubles we face are even bigger now..."

A civil official sighed bitterly. Seeing the Blood Moon Dynasty before him, and thinking of the people within his borders, his will was as firm as steel. He slowly stepped forward, breaking the silence of the court, and offered his advice:

"Your Majesty, the Burial Ground Plateau is extremely evil and beyond our ability to explore, which is why we cannot defeat the Sunset Demon Emperor."

"The Evil Soul Sea is located in the abyss of an unknown distance, sealed by the methods of countless sages, and is beyond our ability to break through and even glimpse its secrets. Moreover, the living Demon Lord is terrifyingly powerful, and we are unable to pursue him."

"I propose that the entire nation relocate to the stars, and that we should abandon this immortal realm."

As soon as the words were spoken, a divine general fiercely rebuked him: "Foolish! Do you, you pedantic scholar, know that a nationwide relocation could cause the dynasty's fortune to collapse overnight?"

"Besides... what makes you think that staying in the stars is safe?"

The general's gaze was like a drawn sword; he stared intently at the civil official opposite him and said in a cold voice:

"We have worldly intelligence about Tianyuan. The Demon Lord is vengeful. Whether we flee or not, our fate is already sealed. We cannot avoid a great battle with him."

"If that's the case... then it's easy. Let the people of the Imperial Dynasty move west to Guyan County, while we stay behind to guard the other counties and prefectures and fight that Demon Lord to the death."

A general, seemingly well-informed about Jiang Mo's life, looked confidently at his colleagues and said with considerable certainty:

"The Demon Lord is not an irredeemable villain. He has his bottom line. In the world where he grew up, he showed particular compassion for mortals and never coerced or killed unrelated ordinary people."

“If we move our people westward and avoid contact with him, I don’t think he will exterminate them.”

"Hmph, you're dreaming. Have you forgotten the root of the plague around him? Do you think that kind of inherently evil and brutal ultimate being would spare our human race?"

On the suspended stone throne to the upper left of Emperor Wu, there was an old man, so emaciated he looked like a corpse, who coldly rejected the suggestion of the divine general.

He is the direct elder of King Qianchen and King Xuanfeng. He has been sleeping in the forbidden area of ​​the clan's Blood Coffin for more than seven hundred years. He should have continued to sleep, but because the dynasty was about to perish, he had to wake up to lend a helping hand.

However, this King Wu was also in very bad condition. His chest, which was so thin that there was hardly any flesh or bone, was sunken with a hideous wound, which was caused by fighting with the seven kings under the Sunset Demon Emperor and was difficult to heal.

King Qianchen's words struck a chord with the ministers. The imperial dynasty now faces three major threats: the Demon Lord, the Root Plague, and the Demon Emperor. None of them can be dealt with by the imperial dynasty alone at this stage.

Most critically, with the recent seclusion of the Human King Clan and the battle at Sunset Ruins, the alliance between the Imperial Dynasty, the Sword Sect, and the Eight Great Lineages is showing signs of cracking.

The Nine Palaces Sovereign of the Longevity Tree Clan was the most severely injured in that great battle. He was unilaterally beaten to death dozens of times by the Sunset Demon Emperor, and even suffered psychological trauma.

Although it did not perish, it led its entire race and their ancestral homeland into the Sky Tree, one of the ancient mythical lands, overnight after the battle, using that natural barrier to repel powerful enemies.

The Three Fiends Crows and the Devouring Void Insects are also plotting to escape, fearing retribution.

Currently, the Undying Ruins, the Human King Clan, the Fighting Saint Ape Clan, the Primordial Refining Sun Phoenix, the Void Sword Sect, and the Great Cause Dynasty are all in a dilemma, unable to make any further decisions.

Inside the court, the atmosphere gradually became tense. Everyone's breathing was unusually heavy, and their nerves were as taut as a sensitive string on a musical instrument.

Emperor Wu was torn between the two options and felt a deep sense of melancholy and helplessness.

Even his master, the National Preceptor who was a master of martial arts, was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot when facing the Heavenly Abyss Demon Lord. How much less could he, with his cultivation level that hadn't even reached the threshold of Martial God, affect the overall situation no matter what he did.

Thinking of this, Emperor Wu glanced at the Grand Preceptor out of the corner of his eye. The old man's face was pale, and his blood energy was surging. He had not yet recovered from the huge injury.

Moreover, the loss of fortune due to the division of the imperial dynasty and the destruction of the Blood Moon Divine Dynasty further weakened the National Preceptor's fortune and cultivation when he was under the Great Cause Imperial Dynasty. He could have steadily reached the late stage of Martial God, but now he can barely even reach the middle stage.

Just as Emperor Wu was lost in thought and slightly distracted, a cautious, probing question rang out in the hall.

"Your Majesty, I have something to say, but I don't know if I should."

"explain."

Emperor Wu realized that the speaker was the divine general Wu Qian and gestured for him to continue.

"Yes."

"I hope Your Majesty will forgive my rudeness."

Wu Qian gathered his thoughts and, under the watchful eyes of numerous emperors and ministers, blurted out:

“Back in Tianyuan, the Demon Lord once told me that according to the territorial ownership of the Great Ye Dynasty, Tianyuan, where he was, was also part of the Dynasty. According to the succession and lineage of the Dynasty, he was also qualified to compete for the throne. He asked me at the time, if he executed His Majesty and all the officials of the Dynasty, as well as the royal family, should I... or should I not recognize him as the new ‘His Majesty’?”

"!!!"

Wu Qian's voice, neither too loud nor too soft, stirred up a thousand waves like a stone thrown into still water, and all the princes and ministers who heard it were terrified.

The Demon Lord actually considered replacing them?

"So how did you respond to him?"

King Cangyu's gaze was sharp and cold, and he immediately suspected that Wu Qian might have betrayed him in secret, just like the two holy sons of the Void Sword Sect.

Instantly, not only him, but also other civil and military officials cast meaningful glances at him.

Wu Qian felt that those gazes were mixed with an inexplicable malice, and this battlefield without gunpowder gave him a feeling of walking on thin ice.

He met Emperor Wu's gaze, and said in unison:

"That man didn't give me a chance to continue; he just spoke casually and then said he wasn't interested in the throne..."

"However, I remain loyal to His Majesty and to the Imperial Dynasty..."

"If we wish to preserve the lives of the imperial people, I believe that submitting to their authority is not out of the question..."

As he spoke, Wu Qian's voice grew calmer. Rather than calm, it was more as if he had sensed danger and was therefore tense and afraid to make a mistake.

His words were suspected of disturbing the morale of the army, but for the sake of the millions of people of the dynasty, he felt it was necessary to speak out at this moment, even at the cost of his own life, and to persuade Emperor Wu to submit to the Demon Lord.

"How dare you, a mere junior, spread such heretical rumors!"

Suddenly, a fierce shout resounded like thunder in the hall. A monarch from an old era, sitting high on his throne, cast an angry gaze, and instantly unleashed a torrent of powerful martial arts energy.

"Crack!!!"

"boom!"

Wu Qian's pupils suddenly contracted. In an instant, an unimaginable pressure descended from above his shoulders, and without giving him any chance to retaliate, it instantly penetrated his entire body, causing terrifying damage to his internal organs.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood surged into his throat, and Wu Qian's constricted pupils instantly dilated. He collapsed weakly to his knees in the magnificent golden hall, as if his spine had been removed.

Because of the lack of defense and the difference in their cultivation levels, the old-era monarch struck in anger, severely injuring Wu Qian, shattering his internal organs and bones into a sticky powder.

He looked as if he had been tortured inside and out, blood seeping from every pore of his body, his breathing barely audible, and he was extremely weak.

This terrifying scene chilled many civil and military officials to the bone. The one who made the move was the Spirit King, the most volatile of the old-era martial kings.

The Imperial Preceptor remained silent, simply watching quietly, his expression like a deep, cold pool, making it impossible for others to discern any emotion in him.

As Emperor Wu gazed down at Wu Qian, who was covered in blood and barely breathing, his hands unconsciously clenched slightly within the sleeves of his imperial robes. His long-suppressed emotions were almost reaching the point of explosion.

Throughout the court, various monarchs openly and secretly fought against him, regardless of age or rank, and all the officials and generals feared the Grand Preceptor but not him.

His power and status were completely undermined, and even an old man like the Spirit King, who had one foot in the grave, didn't give him any face.

Just as Emperor Wu was about to say something, the dying Wu Qian took a deep breath, mustered all his strength, and, moving his Adam's apple, said:

"The world... belongs to... all the people of the world..."

"Given both...legal order...and calamity...why sacrifice ordinary people...?"

Even with his life hanging by a thread, Wu Qian did not change his stance. He stubbornly believed that if Emperor Wu led the imperial court to submit to Jiang Mo at this time, the casualties would be minimized.

This rebellious act once again aroused the killing intent of the Spirit King.

"Then go to your eternal rest with your foolish ideas."

"boom!!"

"Boom!!!"

The next instant, two completely different streams of martial arts true qi attacked Wu Qian, while the attack of the Spirit Martial King was blocked by the Martial Emperor.

"enough."

Are you trying to cause me trouble?

Emperor Wu glanced at the old man not far from him, his words indifferent yet extremely authoritative, easily overshadowing the other man.

“Your Majesty…” King Lingyu’s eyes suddenly turned cold, just as he was about to explain.

"Shut up."

Emperor Wu's calm gaze remained fixed on the old man, a fierce and terrifying competitive spirit that had been suppressed for a long time surfacing in his eyes, as if to say, "How dare you, a monarch of the old era, disrespect the sole master of the imperial dynasty's legal lineage?"

It wasn't possible in the past.

Not now.

In the future, of course, it shouldn't be the same.

After roughly understanding the meaning behind Emperor Wu's gaze, Lingyu Wu realized that Emperor Wu was serious and wisely kept quiet.

"Someone is coming."

"Take him away and detain him in the seventeenth level of the Eternal Dark Prison. Without my decree, no one is allowed to plead for him."

Immediately afterwards, Emperor Wu issued another imperial decree, and other divine generals immediately took action, went to Wu Qian, helped him up, and dragged him out of the main hall.

"Thank you... Your Majesty..."

Wu Qian smiled bitterly, feeling a sense of irony.

Ironically, it wasn't that His Majesty wanted to kill him, but rather that, in order to protect him, he could only imprison him on the seventeenth level of the Heavenly Prison. That place was extremely special, imprisoning a large number of weak extraterrestrial demons, who were so frail that they were no different from mortals.

In addition, the deepest part of the Heavenly Prison, from the 22nd to the 17th floor, is the core area with the strongest restrictions in the entire imperial dynasty, and very few people can enter it.

I really don't know when it started, but His Majesty also has to act according to other people's wishes...

Within moments, Wu Qian was taken away. The kings and ministers continued to discuss how to counter the threats posed by the Demon Emperor, Jiang Mo, and the Root Plague. Unfortunately, after several hours of discussion, they made no progress.

From this point on, the imperial dynasty entered a long period of vigilance, with the top warriors preparing for a perfect war.

............

March, 1,930,001st year of the Immortal Realm calendar.

One late night, several inconspicuous shooting stars streaked across the sky and disappeared in an instant. The traces they left behind, however, sent chills down the spines of the Supreme Dao Lords and the Nine Palaces Sovereigns who were watching from all directions.

They all arrived at the same conclusion through divination, stargazing, or other unknown means: less than a year later, the Demon Lord's whereabouts reappeared.

For a time, everyone was on edge, and no one dared to suggest giving chase, so the matter was dropped.

That night, Jiang Mo rode a wisp of Qi cloud, carrying the Flying Immortal Master, the ancient beings of the three clans, and the source of the plague, to the far north of the Imperial Dynasty, Flying Immortal County.

Above the Qi Clouds, a fierce wind howled, causing Jiang Mo's short white hair to flutter. As they were about to reach their destination, he curiously sent a telepathic message to the Flying Immortal Master.

"Senior, how confident are you? Have you sensed the existence of that thing?"

"Hold on? That's hard to say. My cultivation of the faith body is still lacking in some essence and refinement. I can awaken the faith body of my master, but whether I can control it is another matter... After all, it's not a faith body that I created myself, so there's a possibility of some rejection. I hope it goes smoothly."

The Flying Immortal Master spoke optimistically, without the slightest restraint on his face. It seemed that for him, the place where his master's faith resided was almost like home.