Samsara Paradise: Dream Weaver of Connections

On the street leading to the palace, Prince Longte rode forward, his face was covered with blood, and his left arm was irregularly twisted, obviously seriously injured.

In his right hand, he held a bloody head - the head of the seventeenth prince.

This power struggle ended with the failure of the seventeenth prince.

"Young man, let me teach you one last thing. Ideals can't be eaten after all."

Prince Longte rode on his horse, picked up the head of the seventeenth prince, stared at it for a moment with complicated eyes, then sighed and threw it into the stinking ditch beside him.

Prince Longte had long expected that the seventeenth prince would plant spies in the army, so he also adopted the same strategy.

Unlike the seventeenth prince, Prince Longte used the temptation of money and power to successfully persuade many people who originally belonged to the seventeenth prince.

These people betrayed the seventeenth prince at a critical moment, giving Prince Longte an advantage in the battle.

The Seventeenth Prince used ideals and hatred, which might be attractive to young soldiers, but it was not practical for those middle-aged officers in their thirties.

These officers began to pay more attention to practical interests, such as money, power and beauty.

And these were exactly what the Seventeenth Prince could not promise.

At the critical moment when the two armies were fighting fiercely, with the order of Prince Longte, one-third of the officers under the Seventeenth Prince chose to rebel.

This move undoubtedly dealt a huge blow to the power of the Seventeenth Prince.

The Seventeenth Prince led the guards to fight bravely and finally rushed to Prince Longte.

As a prince, the rare resources in Prince Longte's hands were far beyond the Seventeenth Prince's reach.

In the battle, with the help of various alchemical potions and rare equipment, he killed the Seventeenth Prince in just over thirty moves.

The final winner of this battle for the throne was Prince Longteng.

Now, at the emperor's funeral, under the witness of all officials, Prince Longte will be crowned king and officially take over the throne.

After a short rest, the guards and servants of the palace began to get busy and slowly opened the heavy gate of the palace.

The entire palace has been dressed up as a sea of ​​mourning white to welcome the upcoming funeral.

On the towering palace walls, long white silk cloths hang down, like mourning tears, swaying gently in the wind.

Above the palace gate, black flags hang low, symbolizing the royal family's remembrance of the deceased monarch.

The interior of the palace is even more immersed in a solemn atmosphere.

In the corridors and halls, there are court members and servants dressed in black and with solemn faces everywhere.

The originally magnificent hall is now covered by white curtains and black gauze curtains.

The golden dragon throne, which used to represent the supreme imperial power, was now empty, leaving only a lonely symbol of imperial power.

The emperor's coffin was placed on the ground in front of the chair.

The black coffin lay there quietly, witnessing the end of one era and the beginning of another.

Prince Longte walked slowly into the hall, his eyes stayed on the coffin for a moment, and then waved his hand to signal his men to move more gently.

This was his last respect for the late emperor, his elder brother.

The dead are the greatest, no matter how many disputes and struggles there were in life, they have now turned to dust.

Hal Adam, the emperor of the Longteng Empire, was once his opponent for power and also his relative, and he deserved due respect.

Prince Longte slowly walked to Hal Adam's coffin and stopped to stare. His eyes were fixed on Hal Adam's eyes that had been closed forever, as if he was looking for something, or wanted to convey something.

A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, which was a contradictory emotion of victory and loss.

He lowered his head, approached Hal Adam's cold and stiff face, and said in a low and emotional voice: "Brother, I won this game."

There was not much expression on Prince Longte's face, but his eyes inadvertently revealed deep sadness.

But this trace of sadness was quickly hidden by Prince Longte. As an emperor, he could not be bound by these things.

Just as Prince Longte was about to have someone start the funeral, a carriage slowly stopped at the gate of the palace.

Old Man Yunlong took Lin Yi and Su Xiao down from the carriage.

When his men reported the news of these three people to Prince Longte, he couldn't help but feel a little dread in his heart.

This old man has a very close relationship with Hal Adam, and no one knows what Old Man Yunlong is doing this time.

"Dean Yunlong, my brother just passed away. I am a little unwell due to grief. Please forgive me."

Although everyone knew what Prince Longte did last night, the necessary etiquette and performance were still indispensable at this moment.

Prince Longte stood beside Hal Adam's coffin, wearing black mourning clothes, with a sad expression, as if immersed in grief.

Outside the auditorium, crying sounds came one after another, creating a sad atmosphere.

In the auditorium, more than a dozen high-ranking officials knelt on the ground. Their status in the empire was very important, but at this moment they were all crying and gasping for breath.

"Greetings to Prince Longte."

Old man Yunlong had no expression on his face, as if he was just here to mourn Hal Adam.

Prince Longte was highly vigilant about this.

He knew very well that there was a huge gap between him and Old Man Yunlong in terms of information, which forced him to be cautious when facing Old Man Yunlong.

Although he was full of doubts, Prince Longte still chose to agree to Old Man Yunlong's request.

According to etiquette and rules, Old Man Yunlong did have the right to come to pay his respects, and Prince Longte could not destroy this tradition because of his doubts.

So, with the tacit consent of Prince Longte, Old Man Yunlong slowly walked towards Hal Adam's coffin and began his condolences.

Old Man Shenglong walked forward slowly, bowed deeply towards Hal Adam's coffin, and expressed his respect for the deceased.

Then, he took out a coin from his pocket and gently threw it into the coffin.

This is an ancient condolence ceremony of the Longteng Empire, which means paying a toll for the deceased to the world of the dead to ensure that his journey in another world is smooth and unimpeded.

After completing his condolences, Old Man Yunlong quietly stepped aside.

Afterwards, Lin Yi and Su Xiao walked to the coffin. They followed the etiquette of Elder Yunlong and mourned for Hal Adam's body for a few seconds.

Then, each of them took out a special coin from their pocket and gently threw it into the coffin.

Unlike the gold coins thrown by others, Lin Yi and Su Xiao's coins were black and white, which was particularly eye-catching.

At the moment when the two coins touched Hal Adam's body, the sky suddenly changed.