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Chapter 138 - 138 104 Baojia System_3

138: Chapter 104, Baojia System_3 138: Chapter 104, Baojia System_3 Perhaps due to experiencing similar scenes three times before, exposure to it built up my ability to bear it.

What one is used to seeing doesn’t surprise one anymore.

Swallowing his grief, after announcing his son’s funeral, an indignant Emperor Bimon holding his deceased Crown Prince, turned around and left, leaving a group of startled and confused guests behind.

Without much hesitation, the guests who had come to their senses, began to take their leave hurriedly.

If they didn’t make their escapes now, whether they could escape later, was a complete unknown.

No one dared to gamble on what sort of outrageous acts a three hundred-year-old man, overwhelmed with the grief of losing his son, could commit.

In case this eccentric old man, in his fit of fury, decided to drag everyone into mourning with him for his ill-fated son, that would be a real tragedy.

When they left the banquet hall, all the guests started to run for their lives, heading straight for the city gate at top speed.

Anyone who didn’t know better would think that they had committed a felony and were now running for their lives.

As the people involved in the matter, they had no time to explain.

After the Crown Prince’s accident, a bloody storm swept across the Orc Empire.

Countless unfortunate souls were dragged into this mess, no one wanted to follow in their footsteps.

If you observed carefully, you would notice that representatives of the other Four Royal Families were also among the fleeing crowd.

Clearly, everyone understood that their life was their own and they only had one.

None of them wished to stay back and gamble on whether Emperor Bimon could remain sane amidst the pain of losing his child.

Ignoring their thoughts, Emperor Bimon, carrying his son’s corpse, trudged ahead with heavy steps, and finally entered an underground tunnel after facing numerous setbacks.

Under the illumination of lanterns on both sides of the tunnel, the murals on the walls constantly changed patterns, creating a very eerie atmosphere.

As he walked through the tunnel, it seemed that Emperor Bimon, indifferent and accustomed to the strangeness, continued his journey.

His pace quickened, even the wrinkles on his forehead gradually disappeared, he no longer seemed to resemble a frail old man.

He walked and stopped intermittently, activating numerous mechanisms along the way.

He spent almost half an hour before he finally exited the tunnel and arrived inside a mysterious underground palace.

The palace was filled with numerous coffins, the most peculiar of which were the five coffins levitating in the center.

Right below the hovering coffins was a Magic Formation marked with countless lines, arranged in the shape of a pentagram.

It appeared to be a mysterious Five Star Array.

Emperor Bimon placed the corpse of his son gently into an unoccupied hovering coffin, and said with a tinge of sadness, “Terry, do not resent your father for being cruel, for not letting your soul rest in peace even after your death.

If anyone is to blame, it’s your own ill fate.

I had already given you all opportunities.

If any of you could have outlived me, the ancient father, you could then inherit this enormous empire.

However, it’s a pity that you and your thoughtless elder brothers all died so young, leaving me behind.

Since you all have been so unfilial, making me bear the grief of losing a child repeatedly, then I might as well bear it fully and let you all prolong my life instead!

Now it’s up to your younger brother.

As his father, I “will also give him an opportunity.

If he can outlive me, he will be the new Bimon Emperor.

If he is unable, and dies just like you all, then it is the will of the Beast God.

Perhaps, it should be me who will reverse the heavens and seize the great opportunity to break through the Sanctuary!”

While speaking, endless resentment began to emanate from the other four coffins in the palace, as if they were voicing their unresolved grievances.

However, all of this had no effect on Emperor Bimon.

As an emperor, there is no room for regret in his life.

Ever since he brought their corpses into the underground palace, familial affection had ceased to exist.

As if infected, the surrounding coffins also started trembling, emitting endless resentment as if they wanted to swallow Emperor Bimon whole.

However, these resentful spirits couldn’t harm the Emperor when they made contact with him.

Instead, he swallowed them whole.

Under the influence of the mysterious Magic Formation, the swallowed resentment was gradually stripped of its wrath, leaving only the purest of spirits inside Emperor Bimon, gradually transforming it into a strange life force.

The resentment that was stripped out did not dissipate, rather, it fell into the five hovering coffins.

From within the coffins one could hear faint screams coming from deep within the souls.

With one coffin still empty, the last bit of resentment seemed to be in search of a host and ultimately returned to Emperor Bimon.

Having regained his youth, Emperor Bimon, now subjected to the torture of the remnants of resentment, reverted back to his frail old self, only his complexion was much better than before.

Emperor Bimon seemed to be indifferent to these changes.

Not even the most basic emotional fluctuations could be seen in him.

“The resentment is still intense, but compared to the last time, it has weakened a bit.

Clearly, even the strongest on the continent can’t withstand the ravages of time.

You can rest assured, the glory beyond the Sanctuary, I will experience it on your behalf.

If your souls haven’t dissolved by then, I will come back and tell you about it.

You don’t need to thank me, this is what I must do.

After all, without me making you offerings, it would have been difficult for me to have the opportunity to take this step in this era.”

As if the corpses in the coffins still possessed their consciousness, when stimulated by Emperor Bimon’s words, the coffins started to tremble more violently, as if they could break free at any moment.

“That’s enough.

No need to be so eager to remain.

Maybe, if the Beast God bestows his blessings, we will meet again soon.

After all, my youngest son, is also a short-lived ghost.

As a father, I’ve warned him countless times to practice diligently and aim to break through to a higher realm as soon as possible.

But that bastard spends his days indulging in food, drink, and pleasure.

It’s only proper that he…”