Divine Capital had sealed its gates, the major powers had rebelled, and the people were already terrified. After the Dao Sect's Edict of All Under Heaven was issued, the residents of Divine Capital were on the verge of collapse.
Throughout Divine Capital, cries of grief rose everywhere, occasionally mixed with a few shouts of "Long live His Majesty!"
Outside the Imperial City, the Imperial Guard marched in formation along the Imperial City River.
Suddenly, a fierce gale sprang up, forcing the Imperial Guard soldiers to shield their faces with both arms, unable to open their eyes.
After only a few breaths, the strange wind dispersed. Everyone lowered their arms and turned to look, their faces draining of color.
Golden Water Bridge had snapped.
That was the main bridge leading to the Imperial Palace. It had been built by Puppet Cultivators and reinforced by Spell Cultivators, comparable to an Upper Rank artifact.
"Report this at once!"
Night Guard Yamen.
The Night Guards, exhausted after a full day yesterday, had finally changed shifts that morning and were resting beneath a great locust tree.
Unlike their usual lively chatter, far fewer people spoke today, and none wore their customary animated expressions.
Many moved their lips, but in the end, no one said anything.
An old Night Guard sighed. "Have you heard about the well on Wang Family Street?"
The Night Guards shook their heads.
"A brother who came back from there this morning said that a well over three hundred years old had the sound of a baby crying coming from inside it. The people drawing water were so frightened their hands and feet went weak. Someone refused to believe in such evil nonsense and drew up a bucket of water. Guess what happened?"
The others shook their heads.
"A bucket of bloody