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Chapter 1002 - 70: Is it really so?【Vote for monthly pass!】

Chapter 1002: Chapter 70: Is it really so?【Vote for monthly pass!】

"Heh..."

In the gloomy depths of the underground lair, Prison King, drenched in blood, held a lump of charred flesh and sighed.

After all, he had failed to save him.

Even with his grave injuries, he was capable of escaping, as long as he hadn’t fallen into the trap of the Universe Ring. At any moment, he could have broken through. How could it be possible that he would sacrifice his own life just because he couldn’t protect the Emperor of the Yu Dynasty?

At the end of the day, this Emperor was little more than one of his many mediocre descendants. If things had gone awry, he would definitely have been the first to flee. He had presented a do-or-die stance, hoping to win a gamble that Venerable Wanfa would yield, but to no avail, the other party refused to budge.

That could work too.

The Golden Crow God Soul slammed into Wanfa, killing him instantly. During the explosion, Prison King unleashed the Great Dao of Supreme Yang to its peak, blending entirely into the flames, truly becoming the sun itself, and even the other two from Tianyuan didn’t detect anything amiss.

He took the opportunity to escape underground, using his old methods to melt a passage and flee. With his penchant for making enemies, he had ventured through numerous perilous places over the years, and the reason he was still alive was his countless escape techniques.

It’s just a pity...

The Emperor he had always kept by his side didn’t have the ability to merge with the Golden Crow God Soul and was roasted into a lump of charred meat... it even smelled fragrant.

Although this might be considered as murder by the Prison King, without him, the Emperor would have died even more swiftly. Falling into the hands of Mars would have been even more troublesome, for the power he represented behind the scenes was of significant weight. So, the Prison King had to take him along no matter what.

It was just bad luck.

If he could have survived an attack that even killed Venerable Wanfa, wouldn’t he have escaped with his life as well?

Prison King muttered to himself and tossed the lump of charred flesh to the side.

No matter what was happening outside, he must focus on recovering and healing his wounds before re-emerging, or it would be far too dangerous. Fortunately, now that the Emperor was gone, his only burden and weakness had also vanished.

"You really can’t blame me for this," he said to himself. "After all, you were the Emperor. Now that the Nine States are in peril, it is only right for you to die for your country."

"In the future, I will definitely support your son with all my might and won’t treat him as rudely as I treated you... Rest assured."

He mumbled on, harboring a trace of guilt for the Emperor.

"Of course, considering the situation in Yu Capital City, he’s unlikely to survive. It’s uncertain how many of the Imperial Family will remain alive—it’s possible that only I and that crazy woman from Shu Mountain are left..."

"Between the two of us, it seems I’m more suited to be the Emperor, right? At least I have a bit of humanity."

"So why shouldn’t I reluctantly take the throne? I never thought I’d have this opportunity after two hundred years, heh heh... The turn of events is truly surprising."

"But you can be assured, I do what I say, I’ll definitely support your son in claiming the throne... From now on, you are my adoptive father, and I will call you ’Dad’ even at your grave."

"Although by seniority, I should be your granduncle, but that’s okay, we can each keep our own titles."

"As for being Emperor, I really have no experience. I wanted the chance when I was young but didn’t get it, and later I just couldn’t be bothered with it. If I get the chance, I’ll visit your grave and burn some paper money for advice—just speak to me in my dreams."

"I wonder if being an Emperor is fun..."

"I don’t think it’s anything special," suddenly a voice came from behind.

"Huh?" Prison King was startled and turned around, only to find that the lump of charred flesh had somehow transformed back into the Emperor in his yellow robe. He was looking at Prison King with a pair of eyes filled with a subtle gaze, and asked in shock, "When did you resurrect?"

"Probably..." The Emperor himself seemed a bit confused, scratching his head and answering, "From the moment you started talking about taking me as your adoptive father..."

The Prison King couldn’t understand what had happened, and was rather shocked, speechless for a moment.

The Emperor stared at him for a long time before suddenly asking a question, "Is it true?"

...

"Alive! They are alive! Everyone is alive——"

Seeing the city restored and the citizens resurrected before their eyes, everyone fell into a state of shock and confusion. Although they knew why it happened, it was still somewhat hard to believe.

It wasn’t just the dead who had come back to life, but the entire city as well!

And Gong Yangqi had not fallen!

As he plummeted, his hair was white as frost, his face hunched, the divine light in his eyes extinguished, seemingly without any cultivation left, becoming a frail ordinary old man.

But he was still alive.

Shentu Yang stepped forward to catch him and said loudly, "Old Gong Yang, you did it! You did it!"

Cheers erupted around them, followed by the noise of the entire city’s populous. The mortals who were resurrected probably couldn’t remember what had happened, and cultivators would soon forget as well, like waking from a big dream, with no one able to recall their earlier ordeal.

But these mighty beings would remember.

Although everyone looked very weak, they were just as invigorated in spirit.

The Academy’s Dean saved the entire Yu Capital City!

And Chu Liang, he saved the Dean.

Gong Yangqi waved his hand and said to Chu Liang, "It was him... In the final critical moment, if it weren’t for the vast amounts of spiritual energy provided by Warrior Chu, my lifespan certainly wouldn’t have been enough to persist until the end."

"Your nobility, Dean," Chu Liang bowed in salute, "In times of peril, you did not hesitate to save the lives of the people. I only offered a little assistance; what merit is there to mention?"

Among those present, only Gong Yangqi knew how important the spiritual energy provided by Chu Liang was, almost equal to the sum of what all other mighty ones had supplied. Without this spiritual power, the other powerful beings might also have faced danger.

Now, all eyes in the field were fixed on him, and the Dean of Ascending Dragon Academy just waved his hands, "Without any one of the people here today, this feat could not have been accomplished. It’s just a pity, the spiritual power was ultimately insufficient, and the fallen Heaven’s Gate warriors could only be resurrected, with their cultivation completely lost."

In Yu Capital City, the previously fallen Seventh Realm and Eighth Realm warriors could also be resurrected, but their cultivation could at best reach The Sixth Realm. To regather the Great Dao for them would truly cost the old man his life.

He even lost his own Dao.

Today’s Gong Yangqi, his body might be even worse than that of an ordinary old man, riddled with holes, at most a few years of life left amidst a hundred ailments.

But he had achieved a miracle, enough to leave his name praised for thousands of years after his death.

"Now is not the time to relax," the Regent Leader suddenly spoke, "Evil Ksitigarbha is still out there, and the great calamity of the Mortal Realm has not yet dissipated. We need to evacuate the city’s populous quickly and find a safe place. Meanwhile, gather the world’s mighty ones to join forces against Evil Ksitigarbha! This calamity is no less than the Demon God battle three thousand years ago!"

Without him saying it, everyone was already viewing Evil Ksitigarbha with vigilance. Such power, completely on par with godly beings, and extremely cunning and treacherous, aiming to destroy and annihilate, such an enemy was indeed terrifying.

"We still don’t know where that Evil Ksitigarbha went..." Chu Liang mused, "With his strength, wherever he goes, it will be a disaster of destruction; we must notify all parts to evacuate in advance."

"Where he went..." Shentu Yang looked into the distance, "If he wants to destroy the Mortal Realm, having first descended upon Yu Capital City, where would he go next?"

Chu Liang’s eyes suddenly narrowed, Immortal Qi Jing and Jiang Yuebai shared the same expression, the father and daughter looked at each other and then at Chu Liang, and in unison they said, "Shu Mountain!"