Imperial Treasure

Crack!

Suddenly, a splitting sound entered everyone’s ears.

It also reached the two figures battling a thousand meters away in the sky.

Jiang Chenyu and Li Luo were undoubtedly powerful, but they were evenly matched, neither able to defeat the other, resulting in an exceptionally fierce battle.

However, at this moment, Jiang Chenyu was momentarily distracted because she heard the splitting sound.

Turning her head, the Shadow Wall in her sight began to crack open,

and before everyone’s astonished eyes, it crumbled into pieces....

Crash!

It was a manifest storm of true willpower, yet it did not affect any person but was rather dispersed upon the fragmented Shadow Wall stone pieces.

Because the Shadow Wall cracked open, some memories would be released.

The crystal surface was like a giant mirror....

Scenes appeared on the mirror as it fell from high above....

Su Zimu and Mo Ke focused only on the largest fragment of the Shadow Wall.

It was a thunderstorm night, thunder roaring, and thick lightning like dragons in the sky, while Prince Ting was riding through the Empty Court in the rain.

Behind him were masters of the court, bleeding....

Martial arts and witchcraft, this Prince could kill at will without realizing it.

Until he reached the front of the main courtyard of the Empty Court, moving as swiftly as the wind, his wrist flipped and tore open the tall Gate with a sword.....

As the Gate was torn open, a dense gas surged out from within, akin to sandalwood incense to ordinary humans, but a terrifying anesthetic gas to a wizard, capable of greatly diminishing witch power’s spirituality....

Originally colorless and tasteless, here it formed a crimson color—it was horrifyingly concentrated,

And what entered his gaze, aside from this intense crimson gas, was the High Priestess clutching a pillar, pale and weak, almost collapsing.

Her lips pursed, she clutched the pillar, holding a blood-stained sword in her hand, her own blood.

In front was a King looking shocked and heartbroken....

Uncertain whether he was shocked at her harshness toward herself or at the sudden intruder.

"Bold, you!"

The King was no cripple; otherwise, he wouldn’t have successfully seized power from his fierce brothers back in the day. But he held power for too long, with no one daring to defy him for as long, and his ambition was always considerable, daring to strike at the High Priestess, a figure worshipped for generations. Yet he never expected that one day his own son would....

When the Prince, covered in blood, stormed in and raised his sword, suddenly and savagely piercing it into his heart....

Piercing, gripping his throat, pulling out, and stabbing again!

His face expressionless, like King Yan, the overwhelming intent to kill flowed like the blood beneath his feet, painting blossoms of sin in the High Priestess’s eyes.

She was furious.

She never thought she would be calculated against, and by the very King she supported.

Emperors are always protected by heaven and earth, and the Cangwu Mirror couldn’t foresee his future or past, hence the unexpectedness.

Maybe she underestimated the ambition of the Human Race....

But all anger turned to shock when she saw the person who came to rescue her unhesitatingly stab the King’s heart.

She never expected the rescue to come from the frail boy who once knelt long in the rain.

Nor that this boy... would commit patricide.

For her?

"Your Grace..."

She called out breathlessly.

He turned his blood-covered face, casually wiped it with his sleeve, and knelt halfway forward, head bowed.

"Imperial Crown, this person harmed my mother, scattering her soul, these strikes were for my mother and for myself."

He raised his face, eyes resolute.

"I want to seize power."

Seize power!

The High Priestess was momentarily sorrowful, even though weak and disheveled, her clarity remained as ever, and she could almost see through his lies.

For a grand Prince, the ambition for the throne and revenge for his mother are understandable, but to commit regicide for the High Priestess alone is implausible.

So it was for his own desire to seize power.

And she saw it but found herself all the more between difficult choices.

He came for her; should she push him into a fiery pit? Should she let him bear such infamy?

Even if he truly desired the throne, it shouldn’t be like this....

After a while, her lips trembled slightly.

"Patricide will make your path incredibly difficult; you are not suited to be an emperor, I forbid it."

"I will handle today’s matters, you leave."

She couldn’t let a junior and subordinate bear everything for her.

He stood, carrying the corpse of the dead King, striding out.

At the threshold, he said, "Imperial Crown, in this life, I won’t obey you only in this matter."