The War Against Taisui

The warriors of the eight directions bowed their heads; a million vicious soldiers subdued the baleful.

Across the land, the struggle for the title of Grass Head King had fallen dormant, and every corner had been pacified. Among the practitioners of the occult arts, the ten lineages had all recognized the greater tide of events and no longer dreamed of using their skills to steal wealth and status.

So many people thought that when the new emperor ascended the throne and the Great Luo Sacrifice was held, they would have to worry about Taisui hanging over their heads. They only hoped it could happen sooner rather than later. Driving Taisui away would be the greatest wish of all.

After all, this seemed to be their only chance to drive Taisui away. That was the conclusion the Hu Family and the immortals beyond the world had reached together. The people of this land were scattered in their hearts; if there was ever a moment when the people could unite and their collective will surge, it would be when a new emperor ascended the throne.

"Bullshit!"

But now, Yang Gong, King of Mingzhou, who had taken up residence in the Imperial Capital City, flatly rejected the idea.

Facing countless practitioners of the occult arts, all of them possessed of astonishing skills, he answered frankly, "What new emperor's ascension? What united people?"

"Others may not know, but I do. When the new emperor ascends the throne, I'm the one who'll be happy. So are the brothers who followed me and fought for wealth and status. What does that have to do with the common people?"

"They don't care who becomes emperor. In their eyes, a new emperor's ascension isn't worth a copper coin. If you want to see the people united and hold