The Imperial Palace still bore the scars of war. Ruined walls and shattered structures lay everywhere, while countless corpses were strewn across the streets. The thick stench of blood hung in the air.
The once-inviolable Imperial Palace had been reduced to such a state.
Fan Lang had previously ordered the surrendered soldiers and generals to remain where they were. None dared disobey, and they all stayed put obediently until Fan Lang returned.
A Teleportation Array appeared in midair, and the Honor Guard flew out of it, pulling Fan Lang into view.
Seeing Fan Lang return, the Devouring Void Guardian led the others in a salute. "Welcome back in Triumphant Return, Eight Desolations Dragon Emperor!"
"Welcome back in Triumphant Return, Eight Desolations Dragon Emperor!"
The others shouted along with him, just as they had once welcomed Emperor Without Heaven.
Fear was one of the tools used to maintain rule. Most of those present were controlled by fear, which was why they submitted to Fan Lang, this unfamiliar ruler.
"A minor conflict like this was easily settled with a wave of my hand. With the dynasty changed, everything must be rebuilt. I will split off an avatar to handle all affairs. If you have anything to report, speak to my avatar."
Fan Lang waved his hand, and dazzling Streaks of Light gathered at his side, transforming into another him. It looked exactly like his current disguise, so similar that they were nearly impossible to distinguish.
The avatar remained behind to hold the fort, while Fan Lang himself left alone for the National Treasury.
The National Treasury was actually near the Imperial Palace. It was extremely well concealed, wrapped in layers of space. Only someone who had mastered the Land of Sky could enter it smoothly; forcing one's way in would be as