Azure Heaven Saber
Chapter 1161 - 1161 52 General Mengs Military Records 8

Chapter 1161: Chapter 52: General Meng’s Military Records 8 [10,000 Words for Monthly Tickets] Chapter 1161: Chapter 52: General Meng’s Military Records 8 [10,000 Words for Monthly Tickets] The Purple Emperor spat out mouthfuls of blood.

He couldn’t believe his own experiences, how could he be so unlucky, so cursed?!

The most regrettable thing this time was that he had already undergone four and a half years, and the mortal trial’s turbulent energy had already been largely worn away.

He was nearly successful.

Not only was his cultivation fully restored, but he even had hopes to advance further… yet it was forcefully interrupted by the death trial.

The mortal trial this time was clearly going smoothly, so how could such a sudden change occur?

It should be noted that this time was very different from the past; his true spirit was still alive, just extremely weak and suppressed by himself.

He only needed to stay until the five-year term finished, leave, release the residual spirit, return to his original position, and continue living, thus there would be no consequence of possession. Moreover, he could even give back a healthy body…

Afterward, his life trajectory would have no association with himself.

It was only him who, taking advantage of these five years, had experienced a trial in the mortal world.

Clearly, the five-year term was about to end, how could he be so inexplicably unlucky as to be killed?

“Just two months left to complete five years!”

“Just two months short!”

“Ah!!!”

The Purple Emperor roared in anger.

Although this mortal trial was flawed, his cultivation and injuries had still largely recovered through it.

But… his path of cultivation was now completely cut off, with no further room for advancement!

For the Purple Emperor, this was a truly heavy blow.

What’s more, after surviving this ordeal, there was no chance of undergoing it again.

Actually, if it weren’t for the last ordeal being too perilous, the injuries too severe, and too many enemies coveting him, the Purple Emperor would have never chosen to risk a second ordeal immediately!

If handling the first ordeal in the mortal world could still be calm, then the second would be nine deaths in one life.

He could very well lose his way in the mortal world, his True Spirit unable to return.

If he were to forcefully start a third mortal trial now, it would be a definite no return, with not a second possibility.

To restart the ordeal, one must go through a thousand years of mortal rise and decline experiences, climb to the peak of strength, and be fully energized before attempting.

Given such outcomes, such costs, how could the Purple Emperor not feel hatred!

However, this was the reality, and though the Purple Emperor was furious, he was also pleased that his injuries and cultivation had significantly recovered, enough to cope even if enemies coveted him.

Yet, upon close verification, the Purple Emperor was shocked to discover that the royal luck of his dynasty had disappeared, completely gone without a trace.

But how could the luck of a country disappear so abruptly?

The Purple Emperor was very puzzled.

Unlike the other Nine Colors supremes, the Purple Emperor placed extreme importance on national fortune, and realizing the national fortune was gone, he could not help but conceal his aura and leave his retreat to investigate.

This investigation was critical, for the moment it revealed a startling shock!

Where was Yan State?

How could the vast Yan State he headed disappear?

Beyond being shocked, the Purple Emperor almost fell into madness.

Yan State, the country he had guarded all his life, was gone!

During its demise, he was in a state of severe injury and unconsciousness, also amidst the process of a mortal ordeal.

But Great Yan, one among the peaceful seven states, possessing countless loyal ministers and generals, how could it just be annihilated?

Beyond his disbelief, the Purple Emperor felt that the countless demons previously wanting him eliminated were no longer, and decided to conceal his own aura and investigate the truth.

After all, the country he had guarded his whole life had perished, how could he not seek clarity with an unwilling heart!

From this investigation, it was easy to learn that Yan State was destroyed by Qin country, and it had happened not long ago.

Now, the royal descendants of Yan State had been collectively escorted to the Qin capital. According to the customary practice of eradicating dynasties, these royals of Great Yan were to receive empty titles like Lord Anle and Earl Xiangle from Great Qin.

The Purple Emperor carefully calculated the time and discovered that less than a month had passed since the incident; considering the pace of escorting prisoners, they should still be on their way now.

If he could rescue a few of the royal heirs of Great Yan, it might still be possible to restore Great Yan!

Moved by personal interests, the Purple Emperor immediately set out from the mountains.

But perhaps it was just bad luck—he encountered trouble the moment he left the mountain.

A little white cat appeared leisurely on the mountain path, and upon making eye contact with the Purple Emperor, the little cat’s eyes suddenly brightened intensely. Its four small paws gripped the stone firmly, and it suddenly howled to the sky!

“Yi~~~um”~~~~

Though the tone was monotone, its force was robust, resembling a tidal wave, the sound shaking the wilderness, reaching far and wide.

The next moment, a small snake about as thick as a thumb, with a black horn on its head, emerged from a distance and approached, coiling itself in the middle of the road.

A pair of cold snake eyes locked on the Purple Emperor, refusing to give way, and even conveyed a sense of “This mountain is mine, this tree is mine, if you want to pass, leave behind something for the road.”

This small snake, completely black with particularly strange, grotesque black horns, seemed to constantly emit black smoke.

In terms of size, both the cat and the snake were very small; even a normal person stepping on them could crush them.

But what kind of person was the Purple Emperor? Being one of the Nine Colors supremes, a pinnacle figure on the continent, how could he not see that both the cat and the snake were unusual creatures, none of them easy to deal with?

But speaking of which, the grand Purple Emperor—let’s not mention two little untransformed creatures blocking the way—even if two transformed Demon Emperors came, with his current cultivation restored to ninety percent, he was utterly unafraid and composed in handling them.