Journey to the End of the Night-Chapter 1359 - 869: That Night, Chaos Rises (Part 2)

Chapter 1359: Chapter 869: That Night, Chaos Rises (Part 2)

Seeing her wake up, Baili An served a bowl of hot porridge and said, "Today’s meal is ready, Your Majesty, please rest in the hall."

Ying Ji once had her Spirit Root forcibly extracted, damaging her foundation. Though the spiritual vein of the Central Netherworld has sustained her over the centuries, her body has never fully recovered.

Unless there is a major task at hand, she often remains in a state of fatigue in her leisure time.

But recently, the affairs of the Central Netherworld have been numerous, and she couldn’t casually rest in the hall for an entire day.

As Ying Ji was about to speak, Baili An stood up and somehow caught a cat, tossing it onto her lap: "Be good."

Ying Ji stared blankly at the cat on her bed. Was she being cajoled like a three-year-old child?

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In the Central Netherworld, the gates of the Imperial City were wide open.

At this moment, led by Ying Xiu, a grand procession entered the core of the Imperial City, heading straight for the National Governance Hall.

"What is the intention of His Highness the Crown Prince?" Yin King San Yang coldly observed the many cultivation sects behind Ying Xiu.

Inside the National Governance Hall, it was filled with ministers of the Central Netherworld and the six major Yin Kings.

"His Highness the Crown Prince uses his position as leverage, forcing the City Guard of the Central Netherworld to open the gates and welcome him. How could he exploit the loyal hearts of the soldiers and lead outer cultivators to trespass upon our Imperial Lands?!"

Clearly, after three years of absence, Ying Xiu’s return with such an intolerable act had already stirred discontent and anger within much of the You Dynasty.

Throughout history, there have been only seven foreign cultivators who could stand openly in the National Governance Hall of the Central Netherworld.

But today, those brought personally by Ying Xiu numbered over a thousand!

Within the grand hall, the expressions of the inner officials of the Central Netherworld were so gloomy it seemed they might drip water.

Among those foreign cultivators accompanying Ying Xiu to the grand hall were disciples of the Tian Nan Sect.

Elite disciples from the top-tier cultivation sect forces within the Eastern Countries’ Thousand Mountains were among them.

Though there weren’t any disciples of the Three Sects of Heavenly Dao in their ranks, the significance lay with those loose cultivators of the Wandao Immortal Alliance, clad in purple robes with the saber-toothed tiger totem.

Among these loose cultivators of the Wandao Immortal Alliance, there were as many as seventy-six Tribulation Realm cultivators.

Standing in front of the hall, Qiao Yu, the third Yin King, had an unfathomable gaze as deep as the sea.

To think that seventy-six Tribulation Realm cultivators, such a remarkable number, all came from a single sect force.

Even the combined Tribulation Realm Immortals from the Three Sects of Heavenly Dao couldn’t match the sheer numbers of the Wandao Immortal Alliance.

He would never have imagined, without seeing it himself, that the Wandao Immortal Alliance, which had risen to fame through diverse cultivation methods, held such profound resources.

It’s essential to note that the Wandao Immortal Alliance has a history of barely over five hundred years.

Seventy-six Tribulation Realm Immortals, the number of Spirit Stones and elixirs required to cultivate such power is unimaginable.

The development trajectory of the Wandao Immortal Alliance clearly surpasses the natural laws of the mortal cultivation system.

Though it was known that the Wandao Immortal Alliance prospers across the world through numbers, networks, and commerce.

Who could have imagined that it would not only rival the Three Sects but even surpass them in terms of Tribulation Realm Immortals, proving to be a force superior to the Three Sects?

Even the six Yin Kings of the You Dynasty must approach this formidable scale with caution.

Having kept a low profile for so many years, the Wandao Immortal Alliance now revealed its hidden strength, and surprisingly, its first target wasn’t the Three Sects of Heavenly Dao.

Instead, it chose the You Dynasty, a power far surpassing the Three Sects, possessing the might to slay Ghost Gods!

This ambition is truly considerable.

Ying Xiu stood tall and upright before the many foreign cultivators.

Compared to three years ago, his temperament appeared more stable and restrained.

Outside the hall, the pale golden daylight illuminated his face, his features still notably handsome, devoid of any gloom from six months back when he was bedridden.

His accompanying Talisman Sword was destroyed within Bai Tuo Mountain, replaced with an extraordinary Immortal Sword, secured at his waist, gleaming brightly, resonating with the pulsation of the Spiritual Power nodes within him.

Upon seeing this anomaly, Qiao Yu squinted his eyes deeply, unable to resist scrutinizing closely. With a glance, a divine sense observation revealed a spirit root hidden in Ying Xiu’s soul sea, radiating a chilling and dignified sword energy.

Judging by its quality, it was an exceptional top-grade sword spirit root.

Exceptional spirit roots are inherently rare, a once-in-ten-thousand-years wondrous treasure, and an exceptional sword spirit root is even more precious.

Throughout history, those possessing a sword spirit root are few and far between. The achievement and status of today’s Heavenly Seal Sword Master are entirely based on that Heaven-granted sword spirit root.

Ying Xiu, regarded as an uninspired young master by Tianxi, though having superior deceitful dao talent, had merely a mortal rank spirit root since birth, barely qualifying him to cultivate Dao sect swordsmanship.

But, the Crown Prince had traveled outside for several years without returning, rumored to have gone missing at Bai Tuo Mountain three years ago. Now upon his return, his formerly average mid-grade spirit root has transformed into the elusive exceptional sword spirit root.

Seeing this, Qiao Yu in the Royal Hall felt not the slightest bit of solace in his heart.

Anomalies typically signify something amiss.

The Crown Prince’s significant change might not necessarily be a good thing.

Faced with the questioning gaze of the Central Netherworld courtiers, Ying Xiu smiled indifferently and said, "I was born in Central Netherworld, grew up in Central Netherworld, how could I possibly use my Central Netherworld subjects to bring chaos to Central Netherworld."

Qiao Yu stood as firm as a mountain, his gaze toward Ying Xiu now stripped of the usual care and affection, he spoke calmly:

"So what then, Your Highness, is the meaning behind leading outsiders to invade our Central Netherworld’s soil? You cannot be unaware of the significance the National Governance Hall carries for Central Netherworld, can you?"

The indifference from the elder he most revered in the past did not alter Ying Xiu’s respectful demeanor.

His words, however, were chilling to the bone: "I undertake this act to establish my heart for heaven and earth, liberating Central Netherworld from the worldly sea of misery, silencing those biased wandering tongues."

Speaking thus, he stepped forward, facing the sacred throne of the main hall, bowed deeply and said solemnly, "I humbly request His Majesty’s divine revelation! I, have matters to report!"

Central Netherworld has but one monarch, though that monarch is a woman, yet she alone counts as the Holy Lord, worthy of divine manifestation on the sacred seat.

To request divine manifestation at the National Governance Hall, reaching the ears above, regardless of where the Empress might be, she would hear this voice.

Qiao Yu heard it distinctly.

Ying Xiu’s call was addressed to His Majesty, not Mother.

Today’s court meeting indeed revealed a blunt ambition!

Last night, the Six Yin Kings had just returned from the Empress Palace’s meetings, aware of the deplorable state His Majesty was currently in. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

After they left last night, even He Xingyun worried for His Majesty’s health condition, using pharmaceutics in meals for her medical care, which ultimately cost an arm to save her, nearly losing his life.

As the sole medical officer of Central Netherworld, His Majesty certainly understood how precious and important He Xingyun’s hands are, if clear-minded and capable of self-restraint, she wouldn’t have harmed such a medically skilled Imperial Doctor.

Normally, when His Majesty experienced bouts of madness self-trapped in her heart cage, it took no less than seven days to recover and walk out clear-minded.

Ying Xiu’s return to Shu and the court today, his word spirit before the throne was evidently to exploit this critical period, disturb her mind, leading her to madness and frenzy.

Qiao Yu flared up in anger: "Audacious beast!"

Ying Xiu straightened his body once more, as a long wind entered the hall, brushing his face unchanged in emotion.

Facing Yin King’s rage, he showed no trace of fear, the usual gentle and courteous presence completely replaced by cold and sharpness.

"How now, would the Three Kings Hall dare lay hands on this Crown Prince?" His gaze sharpened like a sword, seemingly carrying electric flame!

Qiao Yu was touched by his sharp gaze, feeling a severe pain at the corner of his eyes, as if truly grazed by forest sword intent, showing signs of great sword qi achievement.

Qiao Yu squinted, his expression abruptly chilled, as his breath fluctuated, both eyes opened suddenly, the dark black of his pupils swiftly spreading to occupy the entire eye.

Pure to the extreme black color, as if night had descended, absent of sun and moon light, easily devouring the chilling sword qi invisibly emitted from Ying Xiu under the long night.

In the next instant, the sight of everyone within the hall was also devoured, unable to behold, as if plunged into the extreme darkness of night, hearing only the wind noise of blades splitting the sky.

The flow of air was momentarily chaotic, and when brightness finally emerged, the figure of Qiao Yu in the Royal Hall was gone from his original spot, reappearing in front of Ying Xiu, with a sword finger steadily pointed between Ying Xiu’s chest.

One round after another of black halos rotated, tightly restraining Ying Xiu’s entire aura.

The gap between the two was as vast as heaven and earth, Ying Xiu under his finger, his life fragile as thin paper.

With a single thought from Qiao Yu, he could die instantly and violently.

But he is ultimately Central Netherworld’s Crown Prince, the Empress’s only son.

Certainly, no one would dare commit regicide against the Crown Prince before the throne.