Heaven Does Not Abandon

A true dragon of a generation had thus departed from this world.

The ruins of the Imperial Mausoleum lay in utter silence.

Only the wind sighed mournfully.

Shen Yi slowly withdrew his arm from Emperor Wude's chest. White bone gleamed starkly as flesh and blood slowly grew back.

Purple Shadow suddenly arrived.

A' Yue grabbed Shen Yi's arm and wrapped it round and round with white gauze in her hands.

"Does it hurt?"

Shen Yi rubbed A' Yue's head and said with a smile,

"It's nothing."

He hurried forward and picked up Exorcist and the Severance Blade, which had just been flung away.

Though this pair of blade and sword appeared undamaged on the surface,

Shen Yi's keen senses discovered that, after being battered by Emperor Wude's true force, the insides of these famed weapons that had accompanied him through countless campaigns were already riddled with cracks.

If he forced himself to use them again,

there was a risk that the blade and sword would shatter.

Shen Yi knew that if he wished to use them again, he would first have to find a renowned smith of blades and swords to repair them before they could be reborn.

But that was something to consider later.

Shen Yi carefully sheathed the blade and sword, then slowly walked toward the gathered officials.

Only now did the civil and military officials gradually come to their senses.

They finally realized that the world-shaking demonic dragon had already fallen, leaving only a blood-drenched Asura, God of Slaughter striding toward them.

The officials were horrified,

and instinctively retreated again and again.

But Shen Yi ignored them. He walked straight toward Prince Qin, first thanking the pale-faced Gu Yiran.

He then exchanged greetings with several familiar faces.

Afterward, he examined Gu Zisang's injuries once more. She had