Journey to the End of the Night-Chapter 1362 - 871: The Established Tide

Indeed, worthy of being the Iron-willed Yin King of Central Netherworld.

His words are direct, sharp enough to strike at Ying Shou’s weakness in one blow.

Yet Ying Shou has been the Crown Prince of Central Netherworld for two hundred years; how could he not understand the temperament of this Second Royal Hall?

Since he has come to this National Governance Hall, he is fully prepared.

"What the Second Royal Hall says is reasonable. If I am mediocre, even gaining the throne of Central Netherworld would be futile."

Ying Shou suddenly waved his hand and said, "Bring the things up to me."

Under his command, the loose cultivators from the Wandao Immortal Alliance immediately carried up over a dozen boxes.

Under the puzzled gaze of everyone, Ying Shou waved his wide sleeve lightly, and the lids of those dozen boxes suddenly opened.

They revealed the sparkling inner cores of the Demon Clan, Blood Covenants formed from the souls of Fierce Ghosts, Pass Orders from various Mortal World countries, and Sect Tokens of the Immortal Sect—glittering treasures of all kinds.

Silently showcasing achievements that others could only dream of.

Inside the hall, there was an instant uproar.

The inner cores of the Demon Clan are of great benefit to cultivators, and only the high-level Deceitful Dao Spirit Masters of Central Netherworld can accomplish the soul offerings of Fierce Ghosts.

Yet within this treasure box, there are rows of demon cores, stacks of thick Blood Contract Ghost Talismans, and Pass Orders that no Central Netherworld person could possibly obtain in the Mortal World, along with Sect Tokens from the Immortal Sect—all present within.

Ordinary cultivators might not know, but only those from Central Netherworld understand what enormous wealth these over a dozen boxes represent for the Central Netherworld Dynasty.

Just these small dozen boxes are enough to advance the civilization history of the Central Netherworld Dynasty by centuries overnight.

Today, the Crown Prince truly brings a huge surprise to Central Netherworld.

Of course, this accomplishment means nothing to Her Majesty Ying Ji.

If she intended to strategize for the nation’s affairs, just the relationship between her and the Heavenly Seal Sword Master—the dozen boxes would be just a drop in the ocean.

But after marrying into Tianxi for hundreds of years, instead of strategizing, she has emptied Central Netherworld Dynasty’s fortunes.

Two hundred years ago, during internal strife in the Central Netherworld Dynasty, when Yin King revolted.

Wasn’t it precisely because Her Majesty was indifferent to worldly benefits and power, leading to chaos?

The Crown Prince may not be as invincible as the Empress, but he understands timing and observation better.

Central Netherworld Dynasty has over a hundred thousand Deceit Cultivators, and not to mention the million Heroic Spirit Fierce Ghosts from the Spring and Autumn and Warring States era until now.

If these people wish to survive in this world, fight against others, and compete with immortals.

To survive in the cracks between the righteous and demonic paths, they must constantly become stronger, strong enough to stabilize Central Netherworld’s domains without a trace of upheaval.

Second Royal Hall Han Qi said, "It seems the Crown Prince has planned much during his three-year disappearance."

A tribulation-surpassing Immortal, born a loose cultivator within the Wandao Immortal Alliance, stood out proudly, saying: "A warrior will die for someone who knows them. Ying Shou Crown Prince is both scholarly and martial, has towering talents and virtues, his identity matches the Royal Family, and is a fledgling phoenix with a clear voice.

Being able to discuss great endeavors with such a staunch and outstanding person is Wandao’s fortune. Our Alliance Hierarch sincerely wishes to cooperate with Central Netherworld.

If the Imperial City can have such a wise ruler in the future, Wandao Immortal Alliance will become an eternal ally of Central Netherworld."

"Not only that." A disciple from Jingyun Platform also stepped forward: "The Crown Prince of Central Netherworld possesses talents of heavenly order. I, Yan Yunqing, following my master’s command, vow that the entire Jingyun Platform will support the Crown Prince in accomplishing this millennial endeavor."

"Our Xuanxin Temple is willing to assist the Crown Prince in opening up territories!"

"Our Changhuang Sect is willing to contribute to the Crown Prince’s grand cause."

"Our Qianyun Palace..."

"Our Wanxiang Pavilion..."

Behind Ying Shou, countless people declared their intentions, rising and falling like waves, the scene astonishing and incredibly inspiring.

In the imperial hall, the civil and military officials of Central Netherworld watched many kneeling and worshiping behind the Crown Prince, including seventy-six loose cultivator immortals.

Their hearts seemed drawn by some warm current, as if something scalding touched their chests, a vague excitement brewing within.

For how many years have the righteous forces of the Mortal World avoided Central Netherworld people like the plague?

Though Empress Ying Ji possesses great Divine Skills, she fears disrupting order with martial force, causing Central Netherworld people to be secretly despised and excluded by Immortal Sect cultivators.

They never thought that one day, these righteous cultivators, who always spoke of distant righteousness, would truly kneel on their land, worshiping their Crown Prince.

Second Royal Hall Han Qi also showed a moved expression.

"As Crown Prince of Central Netherworld, I acknowledge my shortcomings; therefore, I do not enjoy residing long in Central Netherworld, becoming a proud prince sheltered by my mother.

I relish traveling the Mortal World, forming good bonds, observing worldly matters, and employing all my cultivated connections solely for today."

Ying Shou’s eyes are both cold as frost and sharp as lightning, his speech fervently sincere.

Speaking to the end, he seemed utterly convinced, his gaze radiating a compelling pride.

"Of course, no matter how well I manage relationships, no matter the countless friendships formed worldwide, if I am weak, the great task remains unattainable! Han Qi Royal Hall, will you take a sword from me?"

"Oh?" Han Qi’s eyes flashed with admiration, and he secretly added some approval, saying, "If Your Highness has such enlightenment, and can break three-tenths of my power, today I shall willingly join Your Highness in committing taboo and petitioning the sage!"

Ying Xiu smiled faintly, his palm slapped toward the sword sheath at his waist, and the exquisite spirit sword of Immortal quality boldly unsheathed itself, its sharpness evident, and the green Sword Qi shifted rapidly, continuously condensing in front of him.

A colossal sword, vast as a giant serpent curling around a green mountain, surged toward Han Qi.

Qiao Yu’s pupils contracted sharply, exclaiming, "Taishang Daoming Sword Art?"

Han Qi overlapped his hands to form a seal, and within the rise and fall of the majestic aura, the palm lines displayed the anomaly of wind and cloud surging.

The green Vast Sword Qi collided with the wind and clouds under his palm, radiating ten thousand layers of waves, causing the bodies of those inside the hall to tilt askew.

Green energy quickly vanished under Han Qi’s palm, Ying Xiu remained calm, shouted sharply, advanced ten steps, and pinched the sword art with fingers joined.

The spirit sword, with its green intention rapidly dissipating, broke through the air, piercing the powerful wind wall condensed in front of Han Qi, the sword tip striking his palm, yet unable to break his flesh, only skimming a long spark.

Han Qi remained unmoved, casually flicked his sleeve, and the flying spirit sword’s energy dispersed into nothingness.

The inscriptions on the sword were also devoured by the black aura permeating his body, transforming into nothing more than an ordinary iron sword, breaking into two segments and falling lonely to the ground.

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Han Qi looked down at the corner of his sleeve that was cut, a sharp tear where blue sword fire softly burned.

His eyebrows raised, seemingly surprised, "The Spirit Root Your Highness possesses, indeed merges the unusual sword Spirit Root with the formless fire Spirit Root, an unusual dual Spirit Root, capable of cutting a corner of my sleeve, is indeed remarkable."

The simple phrase ’indeed remarkable’ from Han Qi’s mouth was already the highest praise in the world.

Ying Xiu’s eyes held deeper pride, as if the grievances and resentment suppressed in the heart for years finally found an outlet today, in full glory and confidence.

His chin lifted higher, his brows seemed to have renewed, as if receiving some kind of noble baptism, he proclaimed loudly:

"A hidden dragon at the abyss, must soar to the Nine Heavens. For these two hundred years, despite being overshadowed by the daughters of two sects, but now!

Taixuan Sect’s Su Jing carries black karma in fate, Cangwu Palace’s Yin Baishuang is tormented by heart tribulations, only this Crown Prince diligently cultivates, ultimately achieving unity of six paths Spirit Root; the facts prove that those who lie dormant shall fly high, those who initiate shall decline early!"

"What?!" The crowd was shocked, astounded.

"Your Highness actually achieved six paths Spirit Root?!"

Six paths Spirit Root is an anomaly among unusual Spirit Roots, long since extinct since Ancient Times, due to scarcity, even wiped from records.

Six paths Spirit Root, encompasses: gold, wood, water, fire, earth, sword or other six mutually interacting and oppositional attributes Spirit Roots.

Due to overly diverse attributes, even appearing in one body, it’s difficult to unleash true power.

Thus, even if someone genuinely possesses six paths Spirit Root, it gradually normalizes within, like a gemstone buried under vast sand seas, unknown to the world.

Their Highness, possessed such great talent!

In the hall, Shen Tu glanced at Qiao Yu with a pale face, saying, "His Highness Crown Prince cultivates in both sword and Deceitful Dao, truly a rare genius of the time, future achievements might exceed his father, and perhaps could become the fifth Venerable Immortal with six paths."

"Does the Three Kings Hall consider, that letting such a Crown Prince inherit the throne is child’s play?"

The stance of the remaining three king halls visibly and entirely shifted, they all spoke out to console:

"We believe, letting His Highness inherit the throne is feasible, the Crown Prince, though young, with assistance from us six, he’ll surely achieve greatness.

It’s said a young phoenix sings clearer than an old phoenix, His Majesty now is mentally unstable, acts insanely, rather than letting her continue exhausting herself, why not relieve her of duties to recuperate and recover?

This way, our Central Netherworld gains a young emperor, and a powerful Empress Dowager, what joy it brings."

"Indeed, mother and son in harmony, this Central Netherworld Dynasty rightfully belongs to His Highness, Her Majesty always loved the Crown Prince, even if transferring the throne early is without harm."

"Three years ago, Taiyin Emperor out of personal hatred, threw a lamp to Tianxi Sword Sect, let three hundred thousand corpses and ghosts ravage the Mortal World.

Now we have His Highness to mediate difficulties for Central Netherworld Dynasty, truly Central Netherworld’s fortune, something Her Majesty couldn’t achieve."

Inside the hall, everyone began turning against each other, only the severely injured Qiao Yu of the king hall struggled, but it had lost significance.

"We ministers, are willing to join Your Highness in petitioning the sage to transfer the throne, glorifying our Central Netherworld!"

Qiao Yu coldly stared at Ying Xiu, "That’s your mother, if Your Highness insists on petitioning the sage, harms Her Majesty, causes her soul to suffer again, Your Highness’ act is to commit matricide."

Ying Xiu inwardly sneered.

What he sought today was exactly Ying Ji’s soul to be hurt, reduced to an insane fool.

Neither alive, nor dead, lifelong muddled and accompanied by nightmares, forever unable to find a way out.

But he indeed presented sincerity, summoning the broken sword to stab his abdomen, blood flowing endlessly.

"I, Ying Xiu, swear here today, if my mother falls ill due to my cause, I shall self-harm once, until my mother is fully healed."

"His Highness is faithful and filial, which comforts us deeply."

"His Highness is faithful and filial, which comforts us deeply."

Ying Xiu endured the pain of withdrawing the broken sword, feeling extreme pride internally.