Wenren Xianyi was dead.
The empress who had renamed the Golden Throne Hall the Phoenix Ceremony Hall, who had wielded power from the Qing Imperial Dynasty's supreme throne and looked down upon all beneath her, now lay there on the ground.
Once, she had risen from a mere consort to empress, enduring countless hardships as she clawed her way up through three thousand imperial concubines. From an expendable pawn of the Wenren Family, under Wenren Yiyuan's arrangements, she had achieved the highest goal a pawn could possibly attain.
She had broken free of the palace's confines, crossed its towering walls, smashed every shackle her family had placed upon her, and won the reverence of countless millions in court.
A woman whose fate should have been thinner than paper had spent her entire life defying Heaven and changing her destiny, striving to stand as high as the heavens.
How could she simply die like this?
How could she?
Even Li Changan, who had withdrawn his spear at that moment, stood there in blank confusion.
His wife, Liu Xiaofang, covered her mouth, her eyes wide.
At that very moment, members of the Li clan across the world were preparing to face powerful figures from every side. Their souls were already watching everything Li Changan had done from within the Ancestral Space, and their pupils contracted as well.
A generation's demon empress had fallen to the ground so lightly.
She had struggled her entire life, yet this time she did not struggle at all. None of the methods the family had prepared to counter the demon empress's schemes ever appeared. Even her domain offered no resistance when Li Changan's spear pierced her body, allowing her life to drain away at Li Changan's hands.
At the very end, she still looked at Li Changan