No Room Left for Reconciliation

A chill suddenly swept through the resplendent golden hall.

Under the violently flickering lamplight, Shen Yi's shadow stretched immensely long, shrouding the dejected, kneeling Lin Shuya before him.

All the doubts in everyone's hearts were now answered.

Why had the Bodhisattva watched helplessly as Shen Yi crushed the new emperor's skull beneath his foot, then, without exchanging a single blow, humbly and fawningly knelt beneath those dark robes before fleeing in panic like a wolf or fox?

And why, after angering the immortals and Buddhas, had the two sects not punished this audacious young man, but instead dispatched a procession that shook heaven and earth to welcome him to ascend and claim the throne?

The reason for all of it lay within Shen Yi himself.

After the former emperor's fall, the Divine Dynasty had not declined. Instead, it had welcomed an even more formidable fiendish god.

He alone needed only stand before the Golden Throne Hall. With a wave of his hand, he could suppress and kill True Buddhas and Emperor Lords, shaking the nine heavens!

Buddhas could bleed. Emperor Lords could fall.

Those beings seated high amid the clouds still felt fear, still begged for mercy. They seemed no different from the mortals beneath heaven.

The instant Shen Yi stepped forward, every official in the hall retreated a step in unison.

Judging by this fiendish god's ability to command the imperial aura of heaven and earth, rather than saying he stood with the Divine Dynasty, it would be more accurate to say that he stood with the former emperor. That was why he had obtained that Blood Jade.

And only days ago, the entire court had followed the crown prince and Lin to worship at the imperial mausoleum. Their act of carrying off the court's destiny had undoubtedly been