Time flew like an arrow, years passed like a shuttle; another ten years had gone by in the blink of an eye.
The greatest news under heaven that year was none other than the death of Great Wei Emperor Li Zili!
Li Zili had risen from a single rural district, weathered countless ups and downs, and finally defeated all the rival warlords to establish the Great Wei Dynasty, with the Nanli Kingdom at its core.
He was undoubtedly a peerless hero of his generation, a Child of Fortune favored by destiny.
During his twenty years on the throne, Great Wei's territory had expanded without cease, its national strength had grown ever greater, and no one could rival his prestige.
This founding emperor of Great Wei had not actually been very old. Moreover, he was an Innate Martial Artist himself, so his sudden death shocked countless people.
Wang Chen, far away in Tianyun City of Yunmeng Marsh, did not receive the news until the seventh day after Li Zili's death.
It could not be helped. The Mortal World's communication system was primitive; even using hawks to carry messages, news had to travel for several days across thousands of miles from south to north—though that was already considered exceptionally fast.
Wang Chen was somewhat surprised as well.
The last time he had met the Great Wei emperor in Changyi, he had not seen any sign of decline or death in the man. He had estimated that Li Zili could live another twenty or thirty years without any problem.
Yet only ten years had passed. Something was clearly abnormal.
Over the next few months, more and more news flowed continuously from Changyi to Tianyun City.
Li Zili's sudden death had dealt a tremendous blow to Great Wei's formerly stable and prosperous state of