Chapter 1886: 893: Heaven Weeps Blood Rain! Rebirth Through Death!
Chapter 1886: Chapter 893: Heaven Weeps Blood Rain! Rebirth Through Death!
The fate of Great Yan is tumultuous and restless, harboring thoughts of collapse. Black clouds press against the earth, harboring thoughts of world destruction, obscuring the great sun that disperses divine light above the nine heavens, as if foreshadowing something.
Within the small county town.
A dense sense of grief swiftly surged into Su Ziyue’s heart as she looked up at the sky. At this moment, tears hung under her beautiful eyes, streaming continuously.
She had foreseen something.
Only one possibility could bring her such intense sorrow and despair.
Chen Yuan… has fallen!
Su Ziyue’s gaze was somewhat dazed, memories flashed like images: their first meeting in Ping’an County at Yanyu Building, their reappearance at Tingyu Pavilion in Nanling Prefecture.
Her stand at the Su Family’s location in South State, the days of intimacy in the cave dwelling, guarding the base camp for him in Shuzhou, and…. the supreme glory of ascending to the Empress position.
The supreme honor at the Human Emperor altar, the comforting smile in the delivery room, the mutual wishes for safety before parting, all these scenes are engraved in her heart.
She wanted to wipe away the tears on her face, but couldn’t stop them.
The grief in her heart left her at a loss.
She believed Chen Yuan could always be invincible, she thought Chen Yuan could forever stand before her, shielding her from all storms, but now…. now…..
The Great Yan’s Crown Prince Chen Cheng in her arms also seemed to sense something. His bewildered eyes stared at the changing storm clouds in the void and suddenly burst into tears.
Li Hongshuang looked at Su Ziyue beside her, sorrow flickering in her eyes, not knowing what comforting words to say.
In the Secret Realm, Princess Pingyang and Noble Consort Yang and her daughter froze on the spot, eyes filled with disbelief, while tears also flowed from their eyes.
At Shuanghe Temple, the first stirrings of emotion were born, forced to present the Harem Token during her time in the harem, the intertwining love and anger when repeatedly defied by Chen Yuan, and after Chen Yuan left.
The feeling of hollow longing.
These emotions surged out in an instant.
She didn’t know what had happened, but at this moment, she felt a bad premonition, subconsciously grabbing her daughter’s arm and softly asked:
“Pingyang, is something wrong with His Majesty…?”
Princess Pingyang looked up, wiped the tears from her eyes, forced a smile, and comforted:
“How could that be? How could anything happen to His Majesty? Over the years, have you ever seen anyone who could harm His Majesty?”
“But I….”
“It’s nothing, don’t overthink it.”
“This….”
“Don’t overthink it, don’t overthink it, His Majesty will surely be fine. He is the Emperor, the ruler of Great Yan, the emperor of the Human Race, favored by the heavens, how could anything happen to him?
Hmm… it won’t happen.” Princess Pingyang comforted Noble Consort Yang, but more so, she was comforting herself.
In a certain valley, two young women intended to ease their worries by playing chess, but in that instant, they both froze.
The two women were none other than Sister Zhang and Shangguan Hong.
“Sister Zhang…”
“His Majesty’s divine power is peerless, invincible. Nothing will happen, rest assured.” Zhang Wanshu forced a smile, but her hand holding the chess piece trembled faintly.
She felt as if she had lost something very important in that instant.
“Sister Yu…. I…. I’m very anxious.” On the Northern Barbarian Prairie, Shen Yanshu, dressed in Barbarian attire, seemed under immense pressure, and her face looked very troubled.
Her heart pounded rapidly.
Yu Qingyan lifted her head, looking at the scene where black clouds obscured the sun in the void, her face extremely solemn, her eyes showed a hint of resolve, muttering softly:
“If His Majesty is gone, what will you do, junior sister?”
“As expected, you think so too…” Hearing this, Shen Yanshu showed a wry smile, lowered her head and said in a barely audible voice: “I’ll go accompany His Majesty.”
Her entire life’s fate was changed by Chen Yuan, had it not been for him, she might still be in Nanling Prefecture, had it not been for him, she wouldn’t have gone to the Goddess Palace to cultivate.
Nor would she have become Noble Consort Shen in the harem.
She enjoyed her riches and honor, experienced life-and-death emotions, and now, she doesn’t want to reminisce about those pains in the days to come, she’d rather follow and go with him.
“Me too…” Yu Qingyan smiled brightly, as if what she spoke of was just a trivial matter.
…
In Ping’an County, Wang Ping, who had just finished his work, was about to pour himself a cup of tea to moisten his throat, when suddenly a heart glitch startled him, causing his hand to lose strength unconsciously.
“Crash!”
The teacup fell to the ground, shattering.
A look of astonishment flashed across his face.
What happened?
In the Beiliang Royal Mansion, a young prince clad in golden armor, stationed in Liangzhou, wore a solemn expression, took a deep breath, suppressed the fleeting thought in his heart, and headed to the ancestral hall.
He offered three incense sticks to Wei Jinfeng, bowed his head and softly said:
“The Wei family has received the grace of divine martial power for generations, a debt of gratitude that cannot be repaid for a hundred lifetimes, as an unworthy descendant with no great abilities, I am willing to fight for Great Yan to the last soldier. Father, please bless your child from the nether world.”
In the Western Prince Mansion, Chen Huaiyi’s face was somber, eyebrows tightly knit, fists clenched tightly.
In the Prince Zhen Nan’s Mansion.
Chu Changfeng had a frown, by his side were fragments of a teacup he had just crushed, the reason being that within the Heavenly Book Space, a point of starlight was gradually disappearing.
He knew what that signified, and so did the Daoist leaders of the Taoist Divine Palace.