The urgent cry of a messenger pierced the solemn barrier of Zhaoge's Purple-Gold Great Hall, and a piece of heaven-shaking bad news crashed down into the hall.
Great Shang had suffered another military defeat, another mighty figure of the Jie Sect had broken his spear, and Great Shang's last reliance in the immortal path had already collapsed one after another.
The instant the news spread through the Great Hall, the entire court plunged into Deathly Stillness, then exploded into boundless panic.
Outside the hall, the daylight was solemn, falling upon the cold jade steps, yet it could not shine through the gloom in the hearts of the assembled civil and military officials.
The Great Shang court, once dignified and solemn, each official performing his own duty, had now completely lost its footing.
The civil and military officials trembled faintly, their faces deathly pale, their eyes all hiding fear and panic.
Only Di Xin, seated upon the high dais, wore black robes, his majesty heavy and oppressive.
Amid the chaos of a court thrown into panic, he was strangely calm, his dark, profound eyes not rippling in the slightest, without sorrow or joy, without shock or anger.
It was as if the news of the Jie Sect's crushing defeat, which shook the Three Realms and overturned Yin Shang's fortune, was nothing more than a trivial matter to him.
Yet towering waves had long since surged up in the hearts of the ministers.
The Jie Sect was the pillar that guarded Great Shang's path; Wen Zhong had relied on it, Great Shang had depended on it. Now that the Jie Sect had suffered defeat after defeat and its Immortal Power had collapsed, it meant that Yin Shang had lost every natural barrier, and Xiqi was no longer held in check!
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