In that instant, Shenjing lost every sound.
Desolation, silence, even... extinction.
A stillness bordering on death spread between heaven and earth.
And every gaze, every hope, followed the upturned heads of Shenjing's residents and the turning of countless eyes, converging upon the God-Slaying Platform.
Resolve. Confidence.
Even something close to faith.
Thus, when the azure-blue Sword Lotus suspended in the heavens—the mountain-sized Spirit Stone core—truly bloomed with a radiance far surpassing the stars, they did not even see it at first, much less feel fear.
—Charge! Imperial Guard! You can do it!
—Zhen King is here, and so are the Grand Commander and Grand Preceptor. If these two pillars of Da Chen take action, then this An Jing... Heavenly Fate, was that his name? He'll definitely be suppressed!
—Damn officials! Aren't they usually high and mighty when they oppress us? They can't possibly be any worse at dealing with outsiders, right?!
At this moment, An Jing could hear them. He could feel... these voices.
These... "beliefs."
Because at this moment, he too was "Da Chen."
Shenjing had never been An Jing's goal alone.
Gu Yeqi wanted to know what kind of place had devoured every last one of her relatives.
Cang Linzu wanted to see what the Imperial Dynasty's capital, the one he had once believed in, truly looked like.
Bai Qinghan wanted to understand how Da Chen operated, as well as the truth behind its many calamities.
And You Ruhui... or rather, Xuan Mingjing, daughter of Prince Jing of Da Chen.
What she sought was Termination.
The vision of the future Prince Jing had planned had already been burned to ashes. Since that was so, as her father's daughter and a princess of the Emperor Court, she could not permit an abomination that had bred so many calamities to