Dance Of The Dragons
Chapter 305 : The End Of A Reign (6)

Chapter 305: Chapter 305 : The End Of A Reign (6)

Zhang Fengxi put a hand over Xie Jianyu’s eyes.

"Don’t look," he whispered. He could sense Xie Jianyu’s eyelashes trembling under his fingers, like butterfly wings that flapped softly in futile resistance.

After the longest several minutes he spent digging around, the Emperor forcefully pulled out something from within his chest. It was a translucent spherical ball that radiated a brilliant golden light that matched the sun’s.

It was the Heavenly Emperor’s spiritual core.

"Take. It. Zhang. Feng. Xi."

The corpse lifted its hand and extended the spiritual core in Zhang Fengxi’s direction.

"One. Last. Time. I. Will. Fight. For. The. Heavenly. Realm."

Zhang Fengxi accepted the spiritual core with trembling hands. It felt hot against his palm when he first took it, but the light gradually dimmed and the temperature cooled down rapidly.

Zhang Fengxi raised his head and looked at the two brothers. He did not know what to say.

"Take it," Xie Jianshen said. "Imperial Father wants you to have it, so take it as a farewell gift."

Xie Jianyu nodded in agreement.

Zhang Fengxi cupped his hands in front of both Xie siblings.

"Thank you," he said. "I will cherish this precious gift with my life."

The alpha then kowtowed in front of the Heavenly Emperor’s coffin a few times.

Xie Jianyu thought that it might just be his imagination, but he clearly saw a thin smile lacing his father’s lips.

With the unprecedented event taking place on the seventh day, the Emperor’s soul safely departed for the Underworld, leaving everything in the hands of his two sons and son-in-law.

After the seventh day ended, the forty-two-day mourning period commenced.

In the heart of the Golden Dragon City, the once vibrant Golden Dragon Palace stood cloaked in a somber veil of white, its once-resounding laughter replaced by an echoing silence that spoke of profound loss.

The air hung heavy with the weight of sorrow, the vibrant colors of the city muted under the pall of grief that had descended upon the royal household.

The once bustling courtyards now lay deserted, the echoes of footsteps swallowed by the heavy silence.

The once vibrant gardens, filled with life and color, now bore the scent of death, their petals drooping in mourning.

Even the sun seemed to dim its light, casting a melancholic glow over the palace grounds.

Within the depths of the palace, the mausoleum stood as a stark reminder of the tragedy that had befallen the royal family. Its imposing stone walls, once a symbol of power and permanence, now held the lifeless form of the beloved Emperor, his earthly reign abruptly ended by the cruel hand of fate.

During the period of forty-two days, the mausoleum opened its door to visitors. A procession of gods, their celestial forms shimmering with an otherworldly glow, filed in and out of the mausoleum from early morning, their faces etched with sorrow.

They came to pay their respects to the fallen Emperor, to offer their condolences to the grieving family, and to bid farewell to a ruler who had been both just and benevolent.

The gods moved with solemn grace, their footsteps barely making a sound on the polished marble floor. Their voices, usually filled with divine authority, were now hushed, their words spoken in whispers as if not to disturb the eternal slumber of the departed.

As they approached the Emperor’s ice coffin, they bowed their heads in reverence, their hands clasped in prayer. They offered incense and flowers, their gifts a token of respect for the Emperor and a symbol of hope for his peaceful journey into the afterlife.

The forty-nine days passed within the blink of an eye.

Under a sky painted in shades of mourning, the royal funeral procession commenced. The heart of the procession was the Emperor’s palanquin, a magnificent vessel crafted from the purest sandalwood and adorned with intricate carvings of dragons and phoenixes, symbols of imperial power and celestial grace.

Eight stalwart eunuchs, their faces etched with grief and reverence, bore the palanquin, their synchronized steps creating a rhythmic cadence that resonated with the weight of the occasion.

The palanquin itself was draped in swaths of the finest silk, dyed in pure, unblemished white color that engulfed the entire Golden Dragon City since a while ago.

As the procession moved through the city streets, the city residents fell on their knees and offered the Emperor one last bow of respect.

"Sending His Majesty off to the Underworld," they all shouted in unison again and again. "May His Majesty’s teachings and guidance continue to serve the next hundred generations."

After the funeral procession ended, the palanquin returned to the mausoleum. The mausoleum attendants stood at the mausoleum entrance, ready to take over the Emperor’s corpse to lay him in his final resting place.

Xie Jianyu and Xie Jianshen thought that they already ran out of tears to shed, but it turned out that they still had more to spill.

The two omegas hugged each other as they watched the ice coffin disappear into the mausoleum.

"Goodbye, Father," Xie Jianyu whispered.

With a heavy, resounding thud, the mausoleum doors slammed shut, sealing within their cold embrace the lifeless form of the Emperor. The mourners, their hearts heavy with grief, stood for a moment in stunned silence, their eyes fixed upon the impenetrable barrier that separated them from their fallen leader.

One by one, the mourners began to rise to their feet, their movements slow and deliberate, as if burdened by the weight of their sorrow. They cast one last lingering glance at the mausoleum doors, their minds filled with memories of the Emperor’s life and reign.

Among them was Zhang Fengxi, who remained in a kneeling position with an unwavering gaze.

Standing tall next to him, rooted to the ground, was his Three Realm Spear, now glowing in brilliant radiance from a second spiritual core.

Zhang Fengxi’s expression was etched with a steely determination. His mind was consumed by thoughts of vengeance, his heart burning with an insatiable desire to bring justice to the fallen Emperor.

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Author’s note :

This author has to apologize for the lengthy texts to write about the mourning period and funeral.

This author is sad to say goodbye to the Heavenly Emperor, huhuhu (⁠´⁠;⁠︵⁠;⁠`⁠)

The new arc will begin in the next Chapter~