Jingtai is dead.

This time, he’s really dead.

Moreover, he died in an extremely…splendid way.

Yes, splendid.

His physical body shattered inch by inch into a mist of blood.

As for his primordial spirit…

His primordial spirit had already merged with the nation's destiny, and the nation's destiny was colorful, radiant, and illuminated the world. His death was indeed splendid, like fireworks exploding before everyone's eyes.

At the same time, the Great Jin Dynasty's national destiny completely collapsed at this moment.

Jingtai was right about one thing: if the national destiny didn't perish, he wouldn't perish. But now that the national destiny was gone, he naturally perished as well.

National destiny, like the power of the masses, is ethereal yet undeniably real. Now that it has been extinguished, there is almost no chance of it being re-condensed.

Unless the Sima family can produce a lord to restore the dynasty and suppress the world once more.

However, the Jianghu will not give the Sima family another chance. Chen Yuan… will not give the Sima family another chance.

The illusory sword formed from the power of the masses also perished and shattered along with Jingtai. If Chen Yuan had done this before, he would have been on the verge of death.

Because the thoughts of millions, even billions, of people gathering together could burst a person apart.

Similarly, although Jingtai shouted about being immortal, in reality, as time passed, Jingtai would eventually be influenced and assimilated by the national destiny.

You could say he was indeed immortal, or you could say he was already dead.

Because, after being assimilated, could he still be considered himself?

He would just be a symbol.

Chen Yuan knew this, but he wouldn't give Jingtai the slightest chance. After all, the assimilation process would take some time, and he was eager to see Jingtai die before his eyes.

Die… by his sword!

Chen Yuan still stood in the void, watching Jingtai's death scene with a calm gaze. In theory, he should be very happy that such a great enemy was dead.

No, to be precise, he was indeed very happy now.

He also wanted to say something, but the words caught in his throat, and he didn't know what to say. He could only remain calm. You could say he was just putting on an act.

Jingtai was a remarkable man. Even though Chen Yuan wanted to kill him and had killed him, he would still acknowledge this.

He was able to plan from humble beginnings.

Over the decades, he turned the masses into chess pieces and ultimately achieved his goal.

If it weren't for the general trend of the world, Jingtai might have really succeeded.

Although he embarked on a heretical path, when he reached the end of that path, who could say it was a heretical path?

If Jingtai could truly become a god through incense offerings, it would seem like another path besides martial arts.

Unfortunately… it's not worth pitying.

Moreover, Chen Yuan would not embark on such a path.

It was contradictory, feeling regret on one hand while being extremely repulsed on the other, but that was the complexity of human nature.

Chen Yuan's ideal was the unification of all laws, returning to oneself. Only in this way could one achieve eternal existence.

Using external forces to gather strength might seem like building a high platform, but its foundation was weak and unsustainable. Just like now, his weakness was found, and with a gentle touch.

He collapsed.

Jingtai didn't leave any decent last words. The only thing that resembled last words was what he said at the end: that Chen Yuan was actually the same kind of person as him. Chen Yuan didn't refute it.

Because it was the truth.

The only difference was that Chen Yuan was indeed selfish, because that was human nature. But he wasn't so insane as to build his path upon the bones of millions of people.

You could say that was the only bit of conscience he had left.

And outwardly, the image he cultivated was very good, so good that he could mobilize the power of the masses.

And he would maintain it.

Judging by actions, not intentions, Chen Yuan didn't think he was a heinous person. He thought he was… good.

As for the result.

It was right before his eyes.

After Jingtai perished, one could see a vast expanse of resentful souls bowing to Chen Yuan, thanking him for helping them seek justice.

This was, in fact, the best affirmation.

He didn't shy away from it and directly accepted it with open arms.

Of course, this was just a side benefit. His real purpose was to welcome the arrival of destiny, no… its return!

Under the Heavenly Eye, one could see a vast expanse of purple destiny shrouding him. This… was the best proof of Jingtai's fall.

Before, Chen Yuan hadn't sensed Jingtai's aura. But it was precisely because no destiny was surging towards him that he judged that Jingtai hadn't actually died.

The boundless destiny shrouded Chen Yuan's body.

No one saw that within the vast ocean of purple destiny, there was a wisp of strange black energy surging towards the ground along with the cold wind.

It seemed that the purple was just to conceal its existence.

The blood-colored altar in the depths of his consciousness showed its desire to devour for the first time, proactively, when facing Jingtai. Now it was even more so, even a little impatient.

Those purple destiny energies were quickly absorbed by the Destiny Altar, continuously.

At the same time, during the process of devouring destiny, the blood-colored altar also lit up, and the originally dilapidated altar, at this moment… gradually began to recover.

Chen Yuan also saw this scene in the dark.

He saw those gaps gradually recovering.

Although… it hadn't fully recovered, at least he found the path.

And during the process of repairing, the Destiny Altar also lit up with a blood-colored light, illuminating the entire consciousness. Chen Yuan was stunned for a moment, because he saw that a streak of blood light seemed to… drill out.

On the ground, that wisp of black energy was about to disappear into the depths of the earth when, at this moment, it was caught up by that wisp of blood-colored light. Then, it was as if ice water met fire.

A sizzling sound was heard.

And the black energy let out a faint, terrified sound:

"Sacred… Altar!"

The Destiny Altar continued to rotate, as if turning the gears of fate.

And Chen Yuan was waiting for the guidance of this opportunity.

Presumably, this extraordinary purple destiny would have something to offer.

…

…

Jingtai died, died in full view of everyone.

Without giving anyone a chance to react.

Just now, the strongmen on the imperial court’s side were still happy for the sudden change of the situation, thinking that the imperial court was still the imperial court, not something the Jianghu could compare to.

Nor could Chen Yuan shake it.

As a result, the result…

The result was that the newly enthroned Emperor was suppressed and killed by Chen Yuan in the void with one sword, directly shattering into a cluster of fireworks, dazzling everyone's eyes.

"He… died again…"

Sima Ke was stunned in place. Just now, he was even a little happy. After all, no matter what, the Emperor was his father, and it was their Sima family who ruled the country.

But the situation changed a hundred times, and it was still like this in the end.

It confirmed what his imperial sister said.

"It's not over yet, don't jump to conclusions. Maybe your father will die again in a moment."

He turned his gaze to his imperial sister, Pingyang, and found that she also shed a tear at this time, a tear without any sadness, and muttered to herself:

"The Great Jin… has collapsed."

Seeing that his imperial sister ignored him, Sima Ke turned his gaze to his mother, the Noble Consort Yang, hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice:

"Mother, my father… is dead."

Who knew, the Noble Consort Yang patted his head and scolded:

"Nonsense, isn't your father standing there just fine?"

Following the direction of his mother's finger, he saw… Chen Yuan's figure.

Sima Ke: "....."

"Huff…"

Zhang Yantong breathed a sigh of relief and no longer had any intention of fighting. He took out a wineskin from his storage treasure, took a swig, and muttered to himself:

"Damn it, this is really interesting. The Emperor is dead, but Old Zhang seems to have gotten on another big ship long ago. This kid… is really not a thing of the pond."

Xiao Jing, however, felt a trace of confusion for some reason.

He was a hidden pawn, a hidden pawn buried in the Great Jin Dynasty. Now that he was watching the Sima family's empire about to completely collapse, his master did not contact him.

What does that mean? To be completely loyal to the Sima family?

Their stopped blades, the Sky Patrol Division Martial Guards below, and many imperial court supporters were all stunned for a moment, stopping their attacks. But soon, someone reacted and fled madly towards the capital.

The Emperor is dead, what are they fighting for!

Their rout was the beginning, followed by a complete collapse below. This time, it was different from the previous time. That time, it was first silent,

Then, after only a few dozen breaths, the Emperor came back to life.

But this time, it was different. The Emperor was really dead.

As for those Jianghu martial artists, they had no intention of chasing after them. Instead, they were overwhelmed by joy.

In this battle, they killed the Emperor.

They beheaded a True Lord and slaughtered many imperial court experts.

The world… is about to be in great chaos!!!

If the rout of the imperial court experts was just the beginning, then the hundreds of thousands of imperial guards were really like birds and beasts scattering when the tree falls. It was originally a surge of energy.

Now, with the fall of Jingtai, it directly collapsed.

The battle formation collapsed first, and then countless soldiers fled madly in all directions.

Even if the Old Ancestor of the Gu family killed as many as he could, he couldn't kill them all. At the same time, he didn't want to kill anymore, because he always felt that Chen Yuan, who had just killed Jingtai, would attack him.

After all, he had never concealed his desire to avenge his great-grandson, Gu He, and had been watching Chen Yuan all along. Therefore, out of worry, he… also ran.

He didn't even have time to enjoy the fruits of victory later. Instead, he darted in one direction!

Daoist Qingxu of Mount Shu was a little surprised and didn't quite understand the situation. He had clearly taken the advantage, so why was this fellow Daoist Gu fleeing in such a panic?

What's going on?

He didn't understand, so he didn't intercept him. It would be a little wrong for 'their own people' to fight each other, so he just watched him leave directly.

"Hehe…"

Daoist Feng Yuan chuckled twice. It seemed that Jingtai's death was nothing to him. He wasn't angry or frustrated, but simply withdrew the Chaotic Divine Diagram and stopped attacking Song Yingqiao.

Song Yingqiao breathed a sigh of relief, feeling lingering fear.

If they continued to fight, even without half an hour, just a short quarter of an hour, even if he had the True Martial Immortal Sword in his hand, he wouldn't be able to hold on.

"This thing is for you. Please pass it on to Daoist Chen Yuan for me."

Daoist Feng Yuan threw the divine pen in his hand to Song Yingqiao.

"This is?"

Song Yingqiao looked at the thing in front of him with a suspicious expression.

They were fighting to the death just now, but now he was actually asking him to pass something on. It was really strange.

"This thing is called the Wind and Cloud Pen. It's something from the Painting Sage, Wu Daozi. After you give it to him, you'll naturally understand."

In the Star Observation Tower, Jingtai casually gave him this thing. He himself didn't really understand what it meant, but he could feel that there seemed to be a weak primordial spirit sealed inside.

Presumably, it should be Wu Daozi.

"Alright."

Song Yingqiao nodded.

"Also, don't forget to say hello to the Old Celestial Master for me. To be able to break through the Sixth Realm and condense the flower on the top of his head in such an environment is remarkable."

After saying that, he chuckled lightly. Daoist Feng Yuan turned and left, disappearing into the void.

And Song Yingqiao watched him leave without intercepting him.

Because taking action would only be asking for humiliation.

This had already been verified.

This person's strength was not that simple!

He could even feel that this person had not used his full strength. Otherwise, he would have already fallen. He didn't know what his purpose was, but was it just to trap a True Lord?

If that was the case, he should trap the stronger ones instead.

Holding the Wind and Cloud Pen in his hand, Song Yingqiao frowned. Then, he turned his gaze to Chen Yuan, who was not far away.

"Your Majesty!!!"

Gu Tianqiong was furious and terrified.

He knew that this time, the Emperor probably wouldn't be resurrected again. At the same time, that was also the reason for his anger and shock. Even his techniques became a little chaotic.

Jiang He, however, didn't show any fluctuations. He seemed to have expected this and even broke through Gu Tianqiong's defense with one sword when he was mentally traumatized.

Next was Dongfang Sheng's technique.

Jiang He broke through it with one sword, and then Dongfang Sheng's Demon Halberd slammed down, erupting an amazing roar. The Heaven Crying Divine Saber also let out a mournful cry.

In the next moment, Jiang He rose into the air with his sword, and endless sword energy was released.

If he found an opportunity, he would take the chance to make the opportunity bigger.

Gu Tianqiong spat out a mouthful of old blood, forcibly blocking Jiang He's frontal attack. But then, he suffered even greater pressure. Dongfang Sheng's Demon Halberd exerted pressure on the world and directly suppressed him.

"Bang!"

The clothes around Gu Tianqiong's body shattered in an instant, and he was like a kite with a broken string, smashed directly from the void onto the ground, causing the surrounding area to crack and dust to fly everywhere.

"Are you still going to attack?"

The Bhaisajyaguru Lapis Lazuli Bodhisattva asked Feng Jiuge with a faint smile.

Feng Jiuge took a deep breath, not answering or attacking. But when the Bhaisajyaguru Lapis Lazuli Bodhisattva wanted to leave, he directly locked onto his aura.

He himself could not break through the opponent's defense for the time being, but… the imperial court's side was already doomed to fail. When other experts came, they would definitely be able to kill him if they joined forces.

Mount Lingshan was too powerful, so powerful that it directly surpassed the other nine immortal sects. Any weakening of such an existence was good, and he believed that others thought the same way.

"It seems that benefactor still wants to continue?"

The Bhaisajyaguru Lapis Lazuli Bodhisattva frowned and stared at Feng Jiuge.

"Stopping is fine, leaving… is not."

Feng Jiuge said lightly.

"Hehe… very well then."

The Bhaisajyaguru Lapis Lazuli Bodhisattva was not angry. It seemed that he still had something to rely on, so he just stopped and stood in place. However, he didn't withdraw the golden body, which was still standing in front of him.

"Boom!!!"

Another earth-shattering explosion was heard. The golden giant ape was still waving his fists non-stop. Even though the injuries on his body were gradually getting worse, he didn't stop at all.

In fact, the more he fought, the stronger his aura became.

This made Lingxu Daoist extremely solemn. He originally thought that he could easily kill this demon with the Immortal Slaughtering Sword, but as a result, apart from suppressing him, he didn't kill him.

His strength was probably only second to the leader, Manjusri, among the four great Bodhisattvas.

Mount Lingshan was indeed powerful.

It had not been prominent a thousand years ago, but now, it had reached this point. It was really… shocking.

Even the powerful Martial Emperor City among the other immortal sects in the world was difficult to compare with it. Although Ye Xiangnan's strength overwhelmed everything, it seemed that… Martial Emperor City really didn't have any other experts who could stand at the top of the Jianghu besides him.

"Amitabha."

The Samantabhadra Bodhisattva showed a solemn expression. He originally thought that Taming Dragon's strength was very ordinary. After all, he had left Mount Lingshan long ago, and he hadn't broken through the Yang God at that time.

But as a result, he was not weak at all.

That golden dragon golden body could also compete with his Bodhisattva golden body.

He was indeed not ordinary.

Monk Xuyan also chanted the name of Buddha. The golden dragon coiled in front of him, shining with golden light.

"Taming Dragon, come back to Mount Lingshan with me now. You still have a chance to turn back."

"This monk is a heretic."

"You… are you really going to be an enemy of Buddhism?"

"Bodhisattva is mistaken. This monk is an enemy of Mount Lingshan, not Buddhism."

"What's the difference? Buddhism is Mount Lingshan, and Mount Lingshan is Buddhism!"

"When Amitabha passed down the Dharma, did he specify that Mount Lingshan was Buddhism?"

"You…"

"The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said that those who have Buddha in their hearts are Buddhists, and those who have no Buddha in their hearts, even if they live in the sacred land of Mount Lingshan, are not Buddhists."

"Sophistry."

Monk Xuyan smiled without saying a word and did not answer.

He took action only because the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva had appeared, and he had never thought about returning to Mount Lingshan. This had already been said by the previous Manjusri incarnation.

"That's not right."

Suddenly, the voice of the Manjusri Bodhisattva rang out.

Xuyan turned his head and looked over:

"What's wrong?"

"Amitabha passed down the Buddhist path to save all living beings, and the orthodoxy he chose was Mount Lingshan. Mount Lingshan represents the entire Buddhism. Ksitigarbha has fallen into the demonic path and cannot be considered a Buddhist. His words are naturally incorrect."

"Manjusri Bodhisattva, you should go and say this to the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva." Xuyan put his palms together with one hand.

"Someone will tell him, but it's not this monk."

"What, are you not fighting anymore?"

Ye Xiangnan's voice also rang out.

Manjusri smiled faintly:

"His Majesty has already fallen. There is no point in fighting anymore. It will only cause more suffering to living beings."

"Then why did you want to fight before? Wouldn't it be better if you didn't?"

"If His Majesty succeeded, he would naturally make all living beings live better. Therefore, this monk wanted to fight."

"Hehe, sophistry, you say you won't fight, and you won't fight? I say we must fight!" Ye Xiangnan said coldly.

"Benefactor Ye is more powerful. This monk is inferior."

Manjusri said directly.

"Great Ancestor!!!"

Sima Che, who was being suppressed extremely miserably, was filled with grief and shouted out when he saw Jingtai fall and the national destiny collapse. His eyes were filled with despair and hope as he looked at the capital:

"If the Great Ancestor does not come out, the empire will perish, and the world will be in chaos!!!"
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