Imperial Treasure

"It’s late, let’s sleep."

"When you wake up tomorrow... everything will be fine."

"No one can disrupt the peace of this world."

His voice was slightly hoarse.

The door closed.

It sealed a room of silence, as if it also isolated the once ordinary and peaceful times of tranquility.

The entire palace was torn apart that night by the slaughter and power struggle that lasted three days.

The thunderstorm also lasted for three whole days.

After three days, the blood throughout the palace was washed away by the rain.

And then...

He knelt at the penalty platform in front of the Empty Court, to the left were all the Wizards of the Witch Spirit Court, to the right were the entire court’s bureaucrats, and the surviving Royal Descendants.

The Wizards on the left were rather quiet, and the people on the right were also very dead silent.

No one knew the specifics of that night.

But someone must be held accountable.

He saw the person in red.

The red garment dragged on the ground, witchcraft runes twisted, the face was hazy in the mirror, but its bloody red clothes and almost demonic aura shocked the entire scene into silence, he held a long whip, with sharp white teeth.

The voice was only heard by him.

"Daring beyond words, thinking to brush past it with the lives of a few lowly people?"

"What is the Imperial Family, dare to show even a hint of disrespect to the Imperial Crown, Loulan will kill them!"

He knew who this person was, the freak Loulan of the Witch Spirit Court, who spent three days trampling the Royal contenders, this person, thousands of miles away, also took three days to learn everything, then thunderously wiped out the Imperial Family of the vassal state, then slaughtered the Imperial Court... then rushed back, holding the long whip...

If it weren’t for the High Priest present, this person would have slaughtered the entire Royal court.

He closed his eyes.

Loulan’s long whip came lashing.

Flesh and blood flying.

Three hundred and sixty lashes, not a single one less.

This is the entire ruling dynasty’s punishment for a parricide.

In a daze, the face of the majestic emperor appeared, no one would ever know he also envied others’ father-son bonds in this life, even against the death of his mother, he had once hoped for it.

But... no regrets.

By the three hundredth lash.

The person kneeling on the penalty platform had already lost half the flesh and blood on their body, with the white bones on the back protruding, long unconscious.

The blood on the ground solidified,

No one could endure three hundred and sixty lashes!

"Three hundred and one!"

When the Court Emperor slowly uttered this sentence, Loulan, expressionless, increased the force...

Bang!

The great door that had been closed for days was suddenly pushed open, a white silhouette flew out, grabbed the collar of the unconscious person, stepped into the air, glanced back at the people kneeling on the ground, paused their gaze on Loulan, said nothing, the Golden Crow soared up.

She wanted to save him.

No one could stop her.

Later, the images became blurry...

It was his ascent to the throne.

Nine Heavens throne.

He walked up step by step...

At the very top, was the High Priest, calm as ever, able to command the entire Royal court, dressed in snow-white robes, with features like a painting, quietly watching him walk toward her...

Only the emperor could barely stand beside her.

Later...

They never met again.

She never wished to see him again.

No matter how diligently he governed, how much he expanded the territory, suppressed the barbarians, soothed the common people, she never saw him again.

The Empty Court and the Royal court, separated by a great row of Shadow Wall, yet seemed like two different worlds apart.

He finally ascended the throne as king.

Then, was it the end?

Su Zimu and others just noticed the desolation emerging from the images, when they heard a massive roar from the sky.

Raising their heads.

They saw the golden gas already transformed into countless Golden Crows.

Dense, millions perhaps, blocking the sky and sun, while on the other side, were also Black Crows.

One black and one gold each occupying half the sky, in the midst of flying Shadow Wall constantly emerging images, facing each other...

Boom!

Finally collided!

The impact of the scene was more terrifying than any Hollywood blockbuster.

Also left Yi Dao and others utterly shocked.

What level of power is this?

No, it should be called divine skills!

Hissss!

The collision between the Golden Crow and the Black Crow was not a simple physical contact bouncing off each other, but a rather brutal killing!

A Golden Crow bit a Black Crow, while the Black Crow grabbed the Golden Crow’s wings...

Ripping each other apart!

Or directly turning the opponent into minced meat...

Thus a massive amount of blood rained down from the sky, more wild and fierce than any peach or cherry blossom.

Leaving the Ferocious Beasts in utter terror, crouching on the ground trembling.

This scene was horrifying, visible over ten miles away, such a grand spectacle,

but what Su Zimu and the others saw was more than this scene.

When that Shadow Wall fell with a thud...

The ancient dynasty finally wavered in the storm, for everywhere on earth there were plagues, floods, and famines, like being cursed by the heavens and earth.

A large number of common people shattered the statues that had been worshipped for many years...

"She is a monster! The true culprit!"

"All our disasters were brought by her!"

"Immortal, ageless, indestructible, how is that human, it’s a monster! It must be a monster!"

"Kill her!"

"She has been deceiving us all along!"

What does it feel like to be betrayed by the common people?

The people of the entire world were cursing, resenting, dying, mourning, they shifted all blame onto their once-believed faith.

Outside the lonely Empty Court,

The emperor clenched his fist, and his attendants stood far away, uncertain whether they were uneasy about the emperor and High Priest’s relationship, or purely fearful of the soaring rumors outside...

Just a door apart.

The High Priest stood inside the door.

A figure tall and slender.

"Just a group of ignorant and despicable people, Qing will handle it. The Imperial Crown need not worry..."

He knew he should say no more, but the weariness between his brows couldn’t be suppressed, he was just too fond of this place.

Even if it’s just to stand here for a while, it was good.

"I will leave tomorrow."

However, inside came this unexpected sentence.