The setting sun sank!
Darkness suddenly fell over heaven and earth.
The night lay heavy as water, and the surrounding mountains were utterly desolate.
Everything within a hundred miles beneath He Pingsheng's feet lay in ruins.
The battle was finally over.
"Ah..." The glazed nascent soul held in He Pingsheng's hand sighed deeply. "It's over... our Great Qi Kingdom is finished..."
Of their Three Spirit Transformations, two had fallen. Only one aged Spirit Transformation cultivator remained to guard their ancestral grounds.
Although that old patriarch had reached the eighth layer, Jiang Yu knew he had little time left.
In another hundred years or so, his lifespan would likely run out, and he would depart this world.
Who would support the Qi Kingdom a hundred years from now?
How long could an Imperial Family without a Spirit Transformation cultivator endure?
Regret swept through Jiang Yu.
But soon, he stopped regretting it.
Someone had to bear the consequences of every cause. He was not actually the one responsible for everything that had happened today.
It was the emperor.
Every order had come from the emperor. For all his standing as a Spirit Transformation cultivator, he had merely been led by the nose.
"Any last words?" He Pingsheng looked indifferently at the Spirit Transformation nascent soul in his hand.
Jiang Yu said, "None... since I've fallen into your hands, death is the only path left!"
"Very good!" He Pingsheng said flatly. "At least you know where you stand!"
Rumble...
Behind He Pingsheng, a pitch-black ghost banner suddenly unfurled. It grew taller and larger until it became a thousand-foot divine banner, fluttering in the void.
"That's... the Ten-Thousand Souls Banner?"
Jiang Yu cried out in terror, "You can't do this to me! I can die, but please let me enter reincarnation! I don't want