Volume 1, Chapter 26: The Holy Demonic Aura Soars to the Heavens, Emperors of All Nations Struck with Awe!

“Your Majesty! Please wake up! You are a wise emperor, the hope of all under heaven! You cannot just collapse like this!” Wang Cheng’en cried out in despair.

At the same time, deep within Zhu Youjian’s blurred consciousness, an unprecedented internal struggle unfolded.

On this battlefield of the mind stood two opposing versions of Zhu Youjian.

They seemed like two entirely different souls, each embodying the light and darkness within his heart.

The Zhu Youjian garbed in imperial crown and dragon robes radiated the dazzling aura of a golden dragon.

This was the symbol of his role as a sagacious emperor, revered by the people and ruling by the Mandate of Heaven.

His gaze was resolute, his countenance majestic, and every gesture he made…

“The next item up for auction is exceedingly rare—there is nothing else like it in the entire world,” the auctioneer teased, holding back to whet everyone’s appetite before revealing the treasure, not rushing to present it just yet.

Meanwhile, the man’s lips were flushed crimson, tears streaming from his eyes, the rough tearing of tape causing him pain.

After making the call, Yin Peihan relaxed somewhat upon hearing Zhang Ming was unharmed, and Zhang Ming then instructed Yin Peihan to head to a certain location.

“All is well, all is well,” Zhong Nan responded awkwardly, unsure what else to say, leaving the atmosphere momentarily tense.

He also possessed secret supernatural skills once obtained but never cultivated; though not peerless, they were still extraordinary mystical arts.

“Your Majesty, please don’t be like this. Your late grandfather in heaven would never want to see you so distraught. Please don’t wear yourself out with tears…” Zhou An’s voice came from the side chamber.

For example, if Zhou An were to lose an arm now—severed at the shoulder—the wound would heal rapidly, the skin closing over the injury, but regrowing a new arm swiftly would be impossible.

Upon arriving in the capital, the delegation stayed at lodgings arranged by the court. Zhong Nan found it inconvenient, so he sought out an inn near the official guesthouse and secured a main room for Qiuxiang. Once all was settled, all that remained was to wait patiently.

“After lingering in the Six Pattern Realm for so long, today should be the moment of breakthrough,” Zhang Yang clenched his fists, sensing a surge of power within, a tidal wave of energy stirring inside—an unmistakable sign of imminent advancement.

Biting and clawing, fueled by death, their combat was more savage and brutal than that of the living.

He had no shortage of hearts turned into evil soul masters. To him, it was merely a different path to gaining power.

Jiang Xiaobai refrained from comment; after all, Tang Jingtian had said he would call that night, so it was a private matter.

His attire consisted mostly of long robes, ill-suited for labor, so he wore the old clothes of the Lin brothers—worn but clean and comfortable.

“Even if the spirit cultivation injures the heart, it won’t cause death in the short term. You should focus on healing; I’ll deal with that person,” said the newcomer, leaping toward the canyon.

Judging by their expressions, it seemed the couple was quarreling—perhaps the wife had run away, and Jiang Xiaobai hurried after her to coax her back.

Asura Gods probably did not exist either; if they did, they would first kill their foes and then tread upon their corpses in mutual acknowledgment.

“Leaving aside the function and design, from now on, dining at this heated table means even dishes not cooked in hotpot won’t grow cold!” Luo Changsheng exclaimed with admiration.

The first two factors guaranteed his formidable strength; the last was an essential prerequisite before venturing into the sea—without it, he could not guarantee survival in the boundless ocean.

His companions were terrified by the scene, losing their voices in fright, stumbling to the ground, trembling as they pointed at Chen Xi with eyes full of fear.

There was no choice. Beyond Qingzhou’s borders, the road to Tucheng City was narrow, winding, and riddled with potholes—the deepest about thirty centimeters, the largest forming ditches two or three meters long.

The six Yama judges clearly saw their limbs, but given their power, they scorned engaging with such people. This time, the palace master had issued a death order to bring Ning Tao back to the Underworld; otherwise, they wouldn’t have returned.

Lastly, accompanying him were two great Celestial Way masters: the Sand Fox Granny and Medusa. In truth, the three of them were the weakest, yet everyone regarded them as the strongest because he was the senior master.

Blue Yunlong, clad in a military-green wool coat, stood beside the carved redwood railing. Beneath his snow-white brows, his deep-set eyes, sharp as an eagle’s, bore traces of helplessness.

This indicated someone had already been here; of course, he was unaware it was Luo Hao who had shattered the mountain.

Wang Jing sighed and said, “Then I’ll just go back and stay by myself.” With that, he rose from the sofa.

Semi-immortal artifacts contained enormous power, which only those at the Divine Realm level could barely wield. Thus, even if given to a host, their might surpassed source-level weapons only slightly.

The risk of injury during combat was greatly reduced, which somewhat compensated for Qi Ying’s currently inferior attack ability compared to other third-rank saints.

Parachute troops funded by the Jewish community naturally had to fulfill their training commitments. However, Diana said that whether training a platoon or a company made little difference—as long as the sponsor was pleased.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you die. I’m waiting for you to wake up so we can fight side by side!” With that, his fighting spirit fully unleashed, instantly enveloping the seven bamboo rods.

“Doctor Huo…” On the other side, Doctor Hua looked at her excitedly and asked, “Are you saying that the many possible causes of dizziness mentioned just now each require different medicines?” His question was blunt, but at this moment, it was the most direct he could think of.

Hearing this polite remark, Old Deng’s lips curled into a faint smile. This fellow’s enthusiastic service truly warmed his heart.

After saying this, the man did not rise but suddenly lunged forward, grabbing hold of one of Li Yiyang’s legs.

Madam Yan was scalded. Already in great distress, seeing her son’s schadenfreude was unbearable. She strode over and slapped Yan Jing hard across the face.

Baili Musheng’s dark eyes glanced at him; their gazes met, and Baili Musheng’s face grew increasingly grim. Yet Mu Heng, facing his somber expression, smiled brighter than a blooming sunflower.