Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

Inside the mountains within the imperial city, Jingya had already set up a barrier, preventing anyone from spying on the situation.

Jun Wuxie was sitting in meditation, recovering the depleted essence, energy, and spirit from the super-limit sublimation, as well as the deep backlash against his physical body, to avoid leaving behind hidden ailments in the future.

He planned to wait until he had recovered to his peak state before devouring that Myth-grade Half-step Saint Emperor to cultivate and improve his realm.

As enemies continued to come from Hanzhou, and the conflicts continued to escalate, the opponents he would face would become stronger and stronger.

It was hard to say whether there were sleeping Saint Emperor realm old antiques within the six top sects of Hanzhou.

Such existences were by no means something he could contend with now; even those below the Myth-grade, he had no chance of victory against.

If he used Lan Lan's divine abilities for assistance, perhaps there would be a chance to contend with them, but it would still be quite difficult.

Across two major realms, wanting to defy the odds and challenge superiors was extremely difficult.

As the realm increased, the suppression of the major realm would become more terrifying, and it would become more difficult to cross realms.

It was not that no one could cross two realms; for example, Aunt You and Qingxue, if they sealed their realm to the Great Saint realm, not to mention Saint Emperors, they could instantly kill even Saint Ancestors.

But that was completely cheating.

Because since ancient times, no Great Saint realm cultivator's talent growth intensity could reach the invincible Myth domain, let alone Ye Qingxue's Eternal Myth.

Being in such a domain, even if only in the Great Saint realm, killing a Saint Ancestor was no different from crushing an ant, because the gap in the domain was immeasurable, and the several major realms of difference could not compensate for such a gap.

The gap in cultivation realm was a gap, and the domain gap in talent growth intensity was also a gap; both were hard indicators for measuring a cultivator's strength.

In fact, being able to enter the Myth-grade talent growth at the Great Saint realm was already extremely astonishing, let alone the Ten Directions Myth.

Leaving aside the situation of true big shots suppressing their realms and pretending to be low-realm cultivators, wanting to defy a Saint Emperor at the Great Saint realm was simply a pipe dream.

"If the six sects of Hanzhou really have Saint Emperor realm old antiques, I'm afraid I'll have to face them very soon. It seems there's no way to delay this matter. Whether Saint Emperor realm experts will appear depends entirely on the speed at which I kill their Myth-grade Half-step Saint Emperors..."

Jun Wuxie frowned slightly, pondering to himself.

These two things were bound together, and if he wanted to improve his realm, he could only use the resources from killing Myth-grade Half-step Saint Emperor realm experts to cultivate; only in this way could it be achieved.

Then a dead cycle was formed between the three things, unsolvable!

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The imperial city did not become chaotic due to the change of regime and the change of the throne.

With the Rune Armor Army maintaining order, the city gradually returned to its former lively scene.

Far away in a certain area of Hanzhou, in a vast and beautiful mountain range, there was a particularly majestic mountain peak, towering in the smoky clouds. From time to time, one could see fairy cranes flying through the clouds between the mountains, making crisp, long cries.

This was the mountain gate of the Taiyi Sect.

The Taiyi Sect's sect was built on the mountainsides and peaks of these mountains, with palaces and pavilions stretching up and down.

Between the towering mountains, aerial long bridges were connected to each other, engraved with runes, in different colors, like rainbows hanging in the air.

At this time, deep within the Taiyi Sect, in the sect's Soul Pavilion, an old man with white hair and beard stumbled out, his face full of shock and anger.

"What's going on?"

The several old men guarding the Soul Pavilion all looked at the old man who rushed out with an unusual expression, and had a very bad premonition in their hearts.

"Myth Ancestor's soul tablet has collapsed!"

The old man who rushed out said tremblingly.

"What?"

The other old men were shocked when they heard this, exclaimed, their bodies swayed, their steps were weak, and they felt that their eyes were black, and they almost fell to the ground.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible, there must be a problem with the soul tablet!"

They were unwilling to believe it, unable to accept such a cruel reality.

How could the Myth-grade Ancestor fall?

The place he went to was just Qingzhou. In Qingzhou, a poor and backward place with a backward cultivation civilization, how could anyone threaten the Myth-grade Half-step Saint Emperor?

Even if Jun Wuxie was against the heavens, it would be difficult to achieve this level!

This matter exceeded their cognition too much.

"I'm going to find the sect master and the foundation experts, I hope it's really a problem with the function of the soul tablet..."

The old man who rushed out of the pavilion said with a gloomy face, and then swept across the sky and disappeared.

There was still a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Because not only the Myth Ancestor's soul tablet collapsed, but also the soul tablets of the eight foundation experts that the Myth Ancestor brought also collapsed.

Complete annihilation?

This possibility was extremely small, someone must have escaped.

Moreover, the nine soul tablets collapsed in a very short period of time, which made it even more impossible.

Not long after, the sect master of the Taiyi Sect and the old man came to the Soul Pavilion, followed by a large number of high-level Taiyi Sect members.

The foundation experts who received the news also came one after another, and streams of light flashed across the sky, falling continuously in front of the Soul Pavilion.

Soon, hundreds of people gathered in front of the Soul Pavilion, and the number of foundation experts alone reached five or six hundred.

These foundation experts did not belong to the same era.

Many of them were sealed from previous eras and slept until this era, so the number was a bit amazing.

At this time, an extremely fierce and cold aura came from the sect's forbidden area.

A young man in ancient costume stepped into the air and landed in front of everyone, his eyes as sharp as knives.

As soon as this person arrived, all the high-level Taiyi Sect members present quieted down, showing their respect to him, bowing and saluting, and calling him Ancestor.

The young man flicked his sleeves and did not respond. With a cold face, he stepped into the Soul Pavilion, and everyone hurriedly followed behind.

They soon came to the second floor where the soul tablets were stored.

The space inside was very wide, and a large number of soul tablets were erected and placed, made of mysterious jade stone.

These soul tablets contained the soul imprints of important figures of the Taiyi Sect.

This soul imprint had a close dependence on its body. Once the body died, the soul imprint would explode, and the energy formed would impact the soul tablet and break it.

In addition to the high-level Taiyi Sect members, there were also soul tablets of outstanding disciples of the Taiyi Sect here.

The soul tablet of the Myth-grade Half-step Saint Emperor was located on the top row, and at this moment it was covered with cracks.

"Ancestor, do you think it may be caused by a problem with the function of the soul tablet?"

The sect master of the Taiyi Sect asked, still unable to accept the fact that the Myth-grade Ancestor had fallen.

This kind of loss was immeasurable for the sect!

"Although reality is very cruel, we must all learn to accept it, because it will not change because of our will."

The young man in ancient costume said with a sigh: "I didn't expect that you would fall like this and be buried in a place like Qingzhou. In that era, the competition of heroes failed to bury you, the myth of that year..."

Speaking of this, his eyes showed a look of reminiscence, as if recalling those glorious years, remembering the people or things of that era, the glory and brilliance of that era.

The fellow disciples of that year, the old friends of that era, there were not many left, and now one less.

"Immediately contact the Xuanbing Sect and the Blood Fiend Alliance, and tell them to quickly notify the experts who went to Qingzhou, lest they follow in our footsteps and suffer a loss!"

The young man said, the look of reminiscence in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a terrible chill.

"Ancestor, Xuanbing and Blood Fiend are currently unaware, why not take this opportunity to consume their two Myth Ancestors? One of our Myth Ancestors is gone, this balance has been broken..."

"Foolish!"

The young man scolded the high-level member who made the suggestion, and said: "Why do we seal ourselves to this era? In addition to accumulating the sect's foundation, there is also a very important reason, that is, the prophecy says that this era is the most prosperous era in ancient times. Prosperity is usually accompanied by crisis. Forces like us need to band together with allies, not engage in intrigue. Otherwise, we may suffer losses in front of the Seven Kill Tower, the Soul Extinction Valley, and the Myriad Poison Sect, let alone the greater challenges we may face in the future!"

"Remember Ancestor's teachings!"

The high-level member hurriedly lowered his head after hearing this, and dared not speak anymore.

"Ancestor, I will do it now."

The sect master of the Taiyi Sect responded.

"Also, tell them that I want to discuss important matters with their Myth-grade Ancestors."

After finishing, the young man added: "This news must not be spread out. Everyone present must honestly stay here and not leave for a certain period of time, until the Myth-grade Ancestors of the Seven Kill Tower, the Soul Extinction Valley, and the Myriad Poison Sect are buried in Qingzhou!"

As soon as this was said, the faces of everyone present changed slightly, but no one dared to speak, and the atmosphere became a little strange and tense.

The ancestor's words were very clear, suspecting that some of them were colluding with sects such as the Seven Kill Tower.

The young man's sharp eyes swept over everyone.

"It seems that some people's mental quality is quite high, but you will be caught by me sooner or later!"

The young man expected that there were traitors within the high-level sect members, just as they had arranged people to lurk in the Seven Kill Tower, the Soul Extinction Valley, and the Myriad Poison Sect.

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Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, several days had passed.

During these days, the order of the Dagan Capital had been completely restored, and the scene of the entire city was more lively than before, and commercial activities were more frequent.

Although many people left some time ago, and many families and businessmen fled, it did not affect the vitality and prosperity of this city.

Prince Ning and Anning had already dealt with various matters.

The Dagan Emperor was still alive, and Prince Ning did not kill him.

Anning did not let him kill, she did not want her father to bear the infamy of patricide and be spurned by future generations, and she was also afraid that his Dao heart would be stained with flaws.

However, she naturally couldn't let the Da Gan Emperor off so easily, so she pierced through his celestial abode, crippled most of his cultivation, and confined him to a desolate backyard in the palace, sending people to guard him and keep him imprisoned.

The Da Gan Emperor couldn't withstand such a blow, falling from holding great power and controlling the empire to becoming a prisoner, his cultivation ruined, and even his freedom gone.

He went mad, talking to himself every day in that lifeless courtyard, emitting foolish laughter, sometimes sitting upright on a stone bench, imagining himself still as the supreme emperor, issuing commands to the air.

He was dirty, covered in stains, with disheveled hair, and even had snot bubbles hanging from his face, looking exactly like a mentally disabled person unable to take care of himself.

As for the Crown Prince, he had already been imprisoned by Prince Ning.

Prince Ning was preparing for the enthronement ceremony, and before that, he planned to publicly try the Crown Prince and execute him.

He couldn't be sure if there were any Crown Prince loyalists lurking in the imperial city.

Although in the current situation, no one should be courting death, some people cannot be judged by common sense.

He didn't want such unstable factors to exist, and he could take this opportunity to lure them out and wipe them out in one fell swoop.

This was a conspiracy in the open, clearly intended to lure those people to appear.

But he believed that crazy people would still come, knowing this.

… …

The day Prince Ning publicly tried the Crown Prince was chosen to be at the largest square in the center of the imperial city.

This place was extremely vast and could accommodate many people. Even so, the surroundings were still surrounded tightly, with crowds of people, layer upon layer.

In the center of the square, there was a high platform where Prince Ning and An Ning sat, with the Crown Prince kneeling before them, ragged, with fierce eyes, roaring.

There were two charges against the Crown Prince: first, treason; second, subversion of the state.

Each one was a capital crime, a heinous crime worthy of being cut into a thousand pieces and executed by slow slicing.

As soon as such charges came out, there was an uproar among the surrounding crowd, causing the entire venue to discuss, with some people feeling that these were trumped-up charges.

Prince Ning didn't care about certain voices; he knew that there were definitely people instigating and inciting within.

He explained the origins of the Crown Prince's two crimes one by one, and made all the prepared evidence public.

Biancheng, as the most important border fortress of Da Gan, when faced with a crisis, when faced with the fall of the city, the army going to support was actually intercepted by the Crown Prince's army for half a year, causing Biancheng to almost be breached.

If Lord Jun hadn't arrived in time and defeated the Wu'an army, Biancheng would have been covered in corpses long ago, and the Wu'an iron cavalry would have pointed directly at the heart of Da Gan, shattering the mountains and rivers of Da Gan, and all the Da Gan people would have faced the tragedy of war, with wives and children separated and families destroyed.

The Crown Prince did not admit it, claiming that he only wanted to deal with Prince Ning and had no subjective intention to help Wu'an break the city.

Prince Ning said that a normal person could think of the consequences, how could the Crown Prince, as the regent, not think of it? Claiming that there was no subjective intention was just sophistry.

As the crown prince regent, when the dynasty faced a strong enemy attacking a fortress about to fall, instead of trying to repel the strong enemy, he blocked the reinforcements, helped the strong enemy break the city, and disregarded the lives and deaths of hundreds of millions of people.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him! Lingchi execution, kill this dog who betrays the country for personal gain!"

… …

After the matter was clarified, the crowd was furious, and countless rotten eggs and rotten tomatoes rained down on the Crown Prince on the stage.

"You commoners, you commoners, this Crown Prince will kill all of you lowly people, hahaha, kill you all!"

The Crown Prince knew that he was bound to die. Over the years, he had never been able to beat Prince Ning, and ultimately ended up in complete defeat.

He was unwilling, jealous to the point of madness, and these lowly people were also following the crowd, all wanting to kill him, how unreasonable.

He roared, like a mad beast, his eyes bloodshot, his face ferocious.