The Endless Sea, Who Will Write History Eight Hundred Years Later? (2026, Peace and Joy!)

Hong Yuan tossed Di Yin's broken body onto the roof tiles, where it rolled twice.

He stood high atop the palace, surveying his surroundings as the sounds of savage fighting rose from every direction.

Great Yin's forces still had no idea that the six gods were dead and continued resisting with all their might. Amid the fierce fighting, both sides suffered heavy casualties every moment.

Hong Yuan's expression remained calm. He had no intention of intervening.

With his current strength, he could, in fact, have swept away all resistance from Great Yin's imperial family single-handedly and taken the Imperial Capital within a day.

But that was not how things should be done.

If he, the Dao Lord, handled every matter great and small himself, what was the point of taking in so many subordinates?

Besides, if they would not fight, bleed, and make sacrifices at a time like this, what right did they have to board the ship of the new era?

What qualified them to stand in that new era?

Hong Yuan opened his hand. A streak of blood-red light blossomed in his palm with a soul-stirring radiance. This was what he had dug out of Di Yin's forehead.

Embedded in Di Yin's forehead, it had resembled a crimson vertical eye. On closer inspection now, however, it was a thumb-sized object resembling a fragment of jade.

A fragment of a divine artifact?

A few conjectures arose in Hong Yuan's mind. No wonder he had sensed something extraordinary about Di Yin's "vertical eye" during their fight, yet its power had fallen far short of his expectations.

This "vertical eye" was very likely only a broken corner of a complete divine artifact. Perhaps the Yu Emperor, who had come from Beyond the Heavens, had capsized precisely because this artifact had been