Within the rear palace.
Countless Guards and Palace Maids had gathered in the Empress's palace, a dark, teeming mass. Through the forest of heads, when they saw the scene in the middle of the crowd, countless people broke down, sobs filling the air.
The Star Luo Emperor and the Empress had both fallen on the snow.
Dai Mubai stared blankly at the bodies of his father and mother, already bereft of warmth. It felt as if a piece of his heart had been gouged out, and even breathing became difficult.
Although he had not been close to his father and mother, and so Dai Mubai did not feel much pain at their deaths, strangely, it was as if he had lost something he could never recover. A deep sense of loneliness instantly enveloped him.
The Star Luo Empire's many Soul Douluo also hurried back one after another. The First Elder looked at the Emperor and Empress, still entangled together even in death, his gaze deep and dim, and sighed.
"They brought it on themselves..."
When the Second Elder saw the Empress's miserable state, a chill ran through him. The Empress's death was his own future. He asked urgently, "Big Brother, what should we do?"
The First Elder shook his head, his expression somewhat cold and stern. He let the snowflakes fall over him and said calmly, "At this point, the Emperor is dead. Someone must inherit the throne and bind the Star Luo Empire, which is already on the verge of falling apart, back together. Otherwise, when Spirit Hall attacks, we will collapse at the first touch."
Then he dropped to one knee, looked at Dai Mubai, and shouted, "Your Highness the Crown Prince, the Emperor has passed away. Please do not sink into grief. Please ascend the throne at