As a child, Cang Ya had lived with his parents in a village on Great Xia's frontier, where Black Yu and the Demon Race had invaded year after year.
To defend the frontier and their village, Cang Ya's parents had taken up war sabers and joined the border army to repel the invaders.
Three years later, Cang Ya's parents had died in battle.
Cang Ya had been taken in by the dynasty.
He had become a cultivator.
His tragic childhood and his parents' deaths had left a profound mark on Cang Ya.
Back then, he had sworn that when he grew up, he would protect the frontier and fulfill his parents' unfinished wish.
After reaching the Emperor Realm, he had resolutely returned to the frontier, built a palace, put down roots, and stood guard over the Demon Forest.
Over the past century, he had driven back countless vicious foes.
The border people had revered him as the god of the frontier!
He had thought he still had plenty of time to keep the frontier safe.
Who could have imagined that a Great Emperor would attack, leaving him dead and his cultivation extinguished!
"Lord Emperor Cang!"
The border people watched Cang Ya's mountain-sized body collapse into a pool of blood, their hearts breaking as tears streamed down their faces!
Without Cang Ya, they might have died long ago during the past century.
Now, Emperor Cang, as mighty as a god in their hearts, had been casually slaughtered like a chicken or a dog!
Beyond their shock, they were overwhelmed with grief.
"The persistence of the weak is laughable and pathetic!"
Yin Yuanlong glanced indifferently at Cang Ya's corpse and shook his head slightly. Then he extended his right hand and slowly curled his fingers around empty air. Light bloomed in his