"The Human Emperor has arrived——"
Everyone was shocked and looked up at the sky.
There seemed to be a soaring golden dragon in the distance. Bathed in the bright morning light, it suddenly jumped out of the sea of clouds, crossed the blue sky, and reached the top of Changling City in the blink of an eye.
The imperial chariot slowed down steadily, and its full picture was displayed in front of everyone.
Pulling the cart in front were actually two powerful golden eagles with long wingspans.
The golden eagle is extraordinary and handsome. Its head and pillow feathers are golden brown, and its whole body is brown and decorated with gray feather tails. It seems to be covered with a layer of colorful gold brocade, shining with a strange luster.
According to legend, the Human Emperor conquered the Eagle Tribe in his early years and captured a group of young Eagle captives. After training them for several generations, their temperaments were no longer cruel, and they became the royal birds of the imperial palace. Each one has the power of a great demon in the upper realm.
In front of the golden eagle, two coachmen are in the middle, and there are a number of Qi refiners on the left and right accompanying each other, serving as guards of honor. They wave frost with their electric halberds, cloud flags and sundials, and dragon flags and phoenix banners flutter in the sky.
Behind it is a golden carriage, with a five-clawed dragon carved on the outer wall, with mysterious flowers flowing on the surface and rainbow light diffusing.
At the door of the carriage, the exquisite rolled jade bead curtain hangs down and sways gently, like sparkling water.
Behind the bead curtain, a figure sat vaguely, motionless and with a deep aura.
Wow——
The whole city was boiling.
The majestic golden eagle, the magnificent guard of honor, the golden carriage... the people could not see the figure behind the bead curtain, but just seeing this spectacular scene, they were extremely excited and cheered continuously.
Throughout the city, all those who held official positions bowed their hands and bowed in the direction of the imperial chariot, bowing to the royal chariot.
When the Emperor goes on tour, ordinary people generally do not need to salute.
But everyone carefully imitated the movements of those officials, placed their right hands on their left hands, bent deeply, and spontaneously showed respect to the leader of the human race.
Since the first generation of human emperors more than 2,000 years ago, the throne has been passed down continuously, and now it is the sixth generation.
Most people don't know that the Human Emperor is actually not a real emperor, but just a king of the five realms.
It is the false emperor realm that was obtained after inheriting the fate of the human race.
The false emperor's lifespan is not as long as the true emperor's, but in theory, it is not a problem to live a thousand years.
But in just over two thousand years, five generations of human emperors have died one after another. The average life span is less than 500 years, which is not as good as that of King Changling.
Either die in battle, or die prematurely from serious injuries.
The human emperors of the past dynasties all used their bodies in the fifth realm to compete with the monster emperors in the sixth realm. The pressure they endured was so great that outsiders could not imagine it.
Even so, the Human Emperor has always been the first in the world to resist the hostile demon clan and never retreat a step.
Five generations of heroes have achieved the supreme prestige of this throne, which is revered by all the people. Their destiny is so majestic that it is unimaginable.
This is something that the demon clan who believe in the law of the jungle can never do this.
At this moment, in the sky above the Changling Prince's Mansion, the Human Emperor arrived in person.
Even King Qingyang, who had a hot temper and was ready to make a scene, could only give up temporarily when he saw this, landed on the ground, and did not continue to provoke.
"This bad old man is getting more and more particular about his pomp."
King Qingyang looked at the luxurious chariot and snorted, feeling that the Human Emperor had come at the wrong time.
Maybe it was intentional.
King Qingyang decided that when this matter is over, he must take his grandson into the palace, wallow in mischief, and seek justice.
The imperial chariot in mid-air continued to descend and landed in the front yard of the palace. Two golden eagles, taller than humans, proudly scanned the audience and slowly folded their wings.
The bead curtain swayed slightly, and the figure was sitting behind the curtain, with no intention of getting up at first.
It is a supreme honor for the Emperor of China to come to celebrate his birthday in person. King Changling should go out to greet him, otherwise it would be considered disrespectful.
Seeing that there was still no movement in the depths of the palace, King Qingyang raised his eyebrows slightly.
A body refiner at the peak of the fifth realm has extremely sharp ears and eyes. Within a radius of ten miles, he can't escape his perception of any disturbance. King Changling would not be unaware of such a big movement outside.
Is it because you don't dare to show up, or is there an accident?
Just as he was about to speak, the Human Emperor in the carriage said calmly:
"Song Qing wrote to ask for instructions before, saying that he is old and needs to concentrate on seclusion, not to join in the fun, and just have a small gathering with old friends, and I agree."
"Today, as an old friend, I would like to briefly congratulate you."
"Ren Qing, Wu Qing, Jia Qing... follow me in, and don't hold the others in check."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.
The sons of the Song family who had been anxious all breathed a sigh of relief and asked all the people in the backyard to get out of the way immediately and not to disturb His Majesty and their ancestors.
The wind blows the bead curtain, making a tinkling sound like the flick of a pipa.
The figure in the dragon chariot has disappeared.
Including King Qingyang, the five senior officials named by the Human Emperor hurried towards the backyard, but a trace of suspicion arose in their hearts.
You have already been notified that the Human Emperor is coming, but you still dare to retreat at this time?
"I can no longer sense the aura of King Changling."
The Human Emperor's deep voice sounded again, but it became a sound transmission and secretly entered the ears of the five people.
"What!"
These powerful human beings tried their best to suppress their expressions, but they still couldn't hide the shock in their eyes.
Something big has happened.
…
In the inner courtyard of the palace, the door to the quiet room opened again.
A group of people stood at the door, with complex expressions, and all looked at the figure sitting by the window.
Prince Changling was wearing a neat scholar's robe, sitting upright on a chair, with his hands clasped in front of his abdomen, his eyes slightly closed, motionless, letting the breeze pour in from the window and blow up his gray hair.
It seemed like a waning old man just taking a nap.
But everyone knew that the old man would never wake up again.
"this--"
The five high-ranking human beings at the door, although they have experienced hundreds of battles and are used to life and death, are still in a state of confusion at this moment, and some cannot believe the scene in front of them.
A veteran king who had been in charge of the human race for hundreds of years, a powerful warrior who had made countless demon clans fearful, died quietly like this?
The death of a king at the peak level should be like the collapse of a mountain, causing a sensation in the world, and some may even cause small-scale phenomena in the world.
But the old prince in front of him was like a withered leaf. When the time came, he fell unconsciously without attracting anyone's attention.
"Although Brother Song was six hundred years old, he had always taken good care of himself. How could he pass away so suddenly?" Someone was very puzzled.
"The internal resources in the body are completely empty, the essence and blood have dried up, and they have all been burned away by the secret method." King Qingyang could tell the cause of death at a glance.
Everyone looked around the room and found no traces of fighting, and their hearts were filled with deep doubts.
How did King Changling die?
Could it be that he was plotted?
But all the essence and blood in the old prince's body was burned out, and it seemed as if he had gone through an extremely fierce battle. He tried his best and finally died of exhaustion.
What happened?
King Qingyang looked around and found an open secret book beside the bookshelf. The pages were full of creases, as if they had been read frequently.
"The Secret of the Last Burning Blood".
Everyone present is knowledgeable, and after just a few glances, they will roughly know what kind of method this is.
Use blood as fire to burn everything, a treasure and secret method of ultimate sublimation!
Give up your life and live towards death, and you will never use it until the last moment.
"I understand." King Qingyang suddenly realized.
