Surging Corpse Tide to the Heavens

Before the southern city gate, the bloodlight split open a gap, and the soldiers passing through the gate each retreated to either side.

Eager to learn the current state of the Sacred Dynasty, Divine Yin Empress had no mind to spare for the soldiers whose welcome seemed respectful but was in truth cold and indifferent. She crossed over the city wall and flew straight toward the imperial palace.

Jiang Qingxuan hurried after her. He still clung to a shred of hope, thinking that even if the entire nation had become corpse fiends, there might still be a chance to restore the Sacred Dynasty.

Liu Xiaoxiao and Bian Qingqin both looked to Liu Feng. After Liu Feng nodded, the three entered the city together.

In the blink of an eye, the five arrived within the main hall of the imperial palace.

The great hall stood empty. Only one person sat upon the imperial throne at its head. His dragon robe was stained with dust, and he looked as though he had sat lifelessly upon that throne for far too many years, only awakening today.

As the two sides met, Zhao Kai, the current ruler seated upon the throne and one of the two quasi-sect-master-level figures within the imperial palace, first turned his gaze toward Divine Yin Empress.

Seeing that hope still remained in this ancestor's eyes, Zhao Kai wore an exhausted expression. His stiff neck twisted as he slowly shook his head.

"Less than thirty thousand years after Your Empress and the Jiang clan departed, beneath the blood moon, cultivators and mortals alike ceased to die. Yet what the late emperor Zhao Qixian had hoped for never came to pass. The descendants did not become human again—instead, all became undead corpses."

"Undead corpses?"

Hearing the current ruler's words, the five below