God Emperor

The Ziwei Palace was gold and dazzling. Like scales, the layer after layer stretched for 500 miles. It was like a divine palace in the heavens.

Martial Saint Canglan radiated with a red saintly halo. It seemed that fire was burning on her beautiful body. Her slender fingers held a communication rune as she murmured, “This man has the guts to come to the Central Emperor City.”

Crack.

After crushing the communication rune, Martial Saint Canglan stood up. She paced back and forth. A moment later, she got an idea and walked toward the military camp guarding the seventh region.

The general of the seventh region was Lin Yun. His cultivation was at the pinnacle of the Heaven Pass Realm. He was seventh of the generals of all the regions. His combat abilities were like a Heaven Pass Blood General’s.

In the military, Lin Yun was from the Wan Family.

Seeing Martial Saint Canglan, Lin Yun’s true form walked out to welcome her. “Greetings, Second Lady.”

“Lin Yun, lead the army of the seventh region and come with me to capture the rebel hiding in the Central Emperor City.” Martial Saint Canglan stood up tall. She released her strong might, giving Lin Yun much pressure.

Taking care of rebels wasn’t Martial Saint Canglan’s duty, but she proactively took this job. Lin Yun sensed that this was out of the ordinary.

Half an hour later, 50,000 soldiers charged out of the camp. They hurried to Mingjing Manor, surrounding it.

Outside the manor, Lin Yun finally realized Martial Saint Canglan’s intent. “Mingjing Manor is where the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race and Ancient Necromancer Race are gathered. Without a clear crime, we’ll cause trouble by attacking them publicly. The Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race and Ancient Necromancer Race have a backing in the imperial court and army too. Many clans are friendly with them.”

Lin Yun had heard that Corpse Emperor Tianming wanted to take back the Tianming Summoning Rune and fought an intense battle with Wan Zhaoyi. It was clear that Corpse Emperor Tianming was now a great enemy that the Wan Family needed to get rid of.

Thus, Lin Yun believed that Martial Saint Canglan’s mission was targeted at Corpse Emperor Tianming.

“Don’t think about all that,” Martial Saint Canglan said. “Just follow my orders.”

Zhang Ruochen stood in an abandoned yard. He looked in the direction of Mingjing Manor. Gazing at the murderous intent and Qi from the army, he smiled faintly.

Martial Saint Canglan indeed didn’t disappoint me.

Then Zhang Ruochen continued setting a spatial maze in the yard. He planned on turning this into the second battlefield for emergencies.

After getting Martial Saint Canglan’s command, Lin Yun led a battalion and attacked Mingjing Manor.

An elder of the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race opened the door and walked out. He spat out a soundwave ripple. “Halt. This is the manor of the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race and Ancient Necromancer Race. Who dares to break in?”

Lin Yun showed no fear. Holding a spear, he said coldly, “I received intelligence that a rebel of the Sacred Central Crypt is hiding in Mingjing Manor. I came to capture him.”

“You think the Mingjing Manor is somewhere you can enter whenever you want?” the elder roared.

With the heritage of the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race and Ancient Necromancer Race, they wouldn’t respect an army general at all.

Lin Yun didn’t respect the elder either. “Does the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race and Ancient Necromancer Race want to rebel as well? In that case, I will kill you all today.”

The elder’s heart quivered. This was the Central Emperor City, after all. If he was truly charged with the crime of rebellion, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Inside Mingjing Manor, Feng Yinying’s expression was dark. “Who gave this Lin Yun the guts to go against the two ancient races? Do they not want to live anymore?”

“They must be here for me,” Corpse Emperor Tianming said.

Feng Yinyang had a scornful expression. “How dare he capture you without a certain crime? He’s only the general of the seventh region. I won’t fear him…”

Boom.

The door of Mingjing Manor was forced open. It broke into pieces and fell into the yard. The elder of the Ghost Cultivation Race was also sent flying. He fell onto the ground like a straw man. Lin Yun had made a cup-sized hole in his chest.

Lin Yun held the spear and led a tide of soldiers into Mingjing Manor. “Everyone better follow my orders,” he yelled. “Anyone who dares to stop the army from searching for rebels will be killed!”

Feng Yinying’s body flashed. She transformed into a gust of eerie wind and appeared before Lin Yun. The might of a True Saint spread out. “Who dares to become enemies of the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race and Ancient Necromancer Race?”

Lin Yun had the top combat ability below the True Saint Realm. But after meeting a real True Saint, he was still repressed to the point of suffocation. Icy power flooded into his body, slowing the flow of Holy Qi within him.

Just then, Li Yun felt the pressure lighten. Hot energy poured in from behind, dissolving the icy Qi.

Martial Saint Canglan, dressed in fiery armor, walked through the door. “The Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race and Ancient Necromancer Race are protecting rebels like this and going against the imperial court. Do you want to go extinct?”

Feng Yinying’s eyes narrowed. She sneered. “No wonder even a dog dares to break into Mingjing Manor. He has Martial Saint Canglan behind him.”

Martial Saint Canglan glanced at Feng Yinying and waved her hand. “Soldiers, listen. Go in and search. Search carefully. Don’t let any rebel loose.”

“You…”

Feng Yinying clenched her fists tightly. Icy light poured out of her eyes, but she didn’t continue to stop them.

If she did, she might really be made out to be a rebel. With Martial Saint Canglan’s status and the power she could manipulate, she was able to wipe out the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race and Ancient Necromancer Race in the Central Emperor City.

Corpse Emperor Tianming sat calmly in the hall. He stared at Martial Saint Canglan, who was standing tall. He smiled. “I, the Corpse Emperor, am curious. How will you explain if you can’t find the rebel today?”

“Blasphemy!” Martial Saint Canglan said coldly. “The Empress is still the sovereign of the world. How dare you call yourself the emperor? It seems like the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race and Ancient Necromancer Race truly want to rebel.”

Corpse Emperor Tianming’s eyes narrowed. Murderous Qi flashed through his eyes. In the end, he stopped talking and swallowed it.

Martial Saint Canglan didn’t really try to capture Corpse Emperor Tianming. If she really angered him, she probably wouldn’t be able to walk out of Mingjing Manor alive today.

Anyway, there was someone who would kill him. Martial Saint Canglan didn’t need to risk it.

The army was very barbaric in their searching. They tore down some of the buildings in Mingjing Manor and even dug up the ground in other places. Without anyone realizing, half of the manor’s formation was destroyed.

In the end, they didn’t find any rebels. All the soldiers retreated from the manor.

“It seems that there was a mistake in our intelligence. I am sorry for the disturbance!” Martial Saint Canglan turned and walked away.

Mingjing Manor returned to peace, but it was in ruins now.

With a whoosh, a ghost soul flew in from the outside. It consolidated into a solid ghost form. The 12-foot-tall Ghost King knelt on the ground and uttered in a strange language, reporting to Feng Yinying.

“All the soldiers retreated back to the camp?” Fen Yinying found it strange.

The Ghost King nodded.

Feng Yinying furrowed her brows. “What is Wan Canglan doing?” she murmured to herself. “She broke into Mingjing Manor with the excuse of capturing rebels and searched everywhere but didn’t take anyone. She really just left like that?”

Corpse Emperor Tianming looked uncomfortable. “The three main offensive formations and two defensive formations were all destroyed. If I guessed correctly, a storm is coming.”

“A storm? But didn’t the army retreat… Are you saying Zhang Ruochen and Ling Feiyu? How is that possible? Martial Saint Canglan is the head of the Nine Heavenly Maidens. She has a special status. How could she partner with a wanted criminal?”

Even though Feng Yinying couldn’t accept this reality, she still had a bad premonition.

Just then, a repressive force swept through. Vast mantras sounded in the sky of Mingjing Mountain.

The dark night suddenly turned extremely bright. A sarira hovered in the air, shining with brilliant golden light. It suddenly struck downward.

Every beam of Buddhist light turned into the figure of a Buddha. They carried the origin power that only a Supreme Saint possessed.

“The Buddha’s sarira. It really is Zhang Ruochen.”

Cold light poured out of Feng Yinying’s eyes. She took out a jade curse rune and pressed it into the sky. As Holy Qi poured into it, the rune grew bigger and bigger. Words appeared on it, transforming into a black cloud. It crashed against the sarira.

The sarira was blocked, but beams of golden Buddhist light shone through the cracks of the ghostly cloud, falling onto the ground.

Sizzle, sizzle.

The ghost soldiers and generals were all purified as soon as they touched the Buddhist light. Their souls scattered. The corpse soldiers and generals all let out pained cries. Their corpses were ignited and burned to dust.

Only the stronger Wuchangs, Ghost Kings, and Saint Corpses could fend off the sarira’s Buddhist light.

Ling Feiyu attacked first. She used a saint sword and sent out a Ten-thousand-pattern Saint Sword.

Thousands of runes appeared on the blade. Terrifying destructive Qi burst forth. It hit the bloody lake at the center of Mingjing Manor, suppressing the Spiritual King Saint Ancestor who was healing there.

Boom!

The entire bloody lake was broken and had countless cracks.

Huang Yanchen and Qing Mo controlled the Heir Stamp at the same time, activating the Emperor Qi. The Heir Stamp became hundreds of meters long. It crushed down like a jade city.

Princess White Li struck with a saintly spell. A huge palm print appeared in the sky and pressed down.

Roar!

Argh!

Guoguo transformed into the Sky-swallowing Demonic Dragon. The Demon Ape grew to 1,300 feet tall. They charged at once, attacking Mingjing Manor.

In the span of a breath, the Mingjing Manor, having lost its defensive formations, was turned into rubble. Dust was everywhere. It was like a place of death.

In the distance, Martial Saint Canglan and Lin Yun stood on a tall platform, looking in the direction of Mingjing Manor.

Lin Yun’s eyes were shocked. “Second Lady, what force are they from? How can they be this strong? Are they going to wipe out the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race and Ancient Necromancer Race?”

“It’s not beneficial for you to know too much,” Martial Saint Canglan said coldly. “You only have to activate the formation in this area. Don’t let the outside world know about the battle.”

As the general of the seventh region, Lin Yun obviously knew how to control all the formations here.

When the soldiers surrounded Mingjing Manor, the surrounding formations had already been activated. No information could be sent out. The outside world had no clue what was happening inside.