I am a living immortal.

Chapter 512: The Ruined Palace

Chaos returned silently, then fell into eternal silence. This time, it was easier than he had imagined. Su Mu had assumed that a one-on-two situation would drag on for a longer time.

I hadn't expected an internal conflict to begin, and then create a chaotic mess for Su Mu to wreck. Whatever way to kill yourself quickly, do it. If the chaos had escaped at the start, Su Mu would have had a hard time wiping it all out.

Unfortunately, there is no if. Running away after being seriously injured is like flashing away at low health, just moving a grave, completely useless.

The shadow of chaotic death that had enveloped this realm finally dissipated. Sunlight shone again after an indeterminate time. Yet, the realm remained shattered. The half-dead imperial dragon energy vanished from the world with a mournful wail.

Su Mu scanned the entire country.

It's not entirely hopeless. There were still a few lucky souls who managed to survive, but only a few thousand. This country, once a nation of millions, now had only a few thousand lingering on, a truly deplorable sight.

Of course, hope will eventually come.

As the sun shone, the survivors everywhere wept with joy. Su Mu sighed and turned away.

As the sun shines, life revives. Amidst the ruins of a building, a young sprout, accumulating strength throughout a harsh winter, breaks through the earth. This sprout's emergence is only the beginning, far from the end.

That war must be won.

In order not to be like this country, which disappeared in the long river of history just because of a thought of the innate god, without leaving any trace, without causing any waves, and just a blank.

They deserve a brighter future.

When Su Mu killed Hun Dun, the battle for Yan Chao had begun. When the Demon Slayers opened Prince Cheng's mansion, they saw a scene of desolation. It looked like it had been neglected for decades, overgrown with weeds. The gardens, once built at great expense, were now completely abandoned.

The rocks were jagged and the pavilions, long neglected and decaying, had been left for ages. The precious wood had long been riddled with holes from insects, crumbling at the slightest touch. On the ground, the bluestone floor was broken. Precious flowers competed with weeds for nutrients, vying for beauty. Some bloomed brilliantly, others withered and decayed, creating a chaotic scene.

The pond was even more foul-smelling.

Fish carcasses floated in the murky water. Those valuable ornamental fish, dead, were no more beautiful than other fish, and in fact, even more terrifying.

“Is this Prince Cheng’s Mansion???”

The Demon Slayers looked at the former steward of Prince Cheng's Mansion. Facing these men, the steward nodded calmly and replied, "Prince Cheng's Mansion has been abandoned for a long time and has long been in this state."

“Where’s the money? Millions of taels of silver every year!!” The people from the Demon Slaying Division felt that this time the matter was a bit serious.

The chief steward took a look at the group. He didn't know who they were, but he knew they were government officials. So he said sarcastically, "Developing an elixir of immortality."

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a thunderclap exploding out of nowhere, shocking the people in the Demon Slaying Division to the point of being burnt inside and out.

"Did Prince Cheng succeed?"

Someone said this quietly, raising this question.

The chief steward of Prince Cheng's Mansion shook his head: "I don't know about that. Maybe it succeeded, maybe not."

This ambiguous answer plunged the scene into silence once again.

The leading commander, who had remained silent throughout the entire procession, had been looking intently at one point since entering Prince Cheng's mansion. It was the deepest recesses of the dilapidated palace. Deep within these high walls, even the sunlight seemed dimmed. His vision seemed obscured. Yet, the commander's hands, clasped behind his back, tightened involuntarily. He seemed to glimpse a figure in an apricot-yellow dragon robe, seated atop the dragon throne.

The figure's face could not be seen clearly, but his fingers kept tapping.

Each of these blows struck a chord in the hearts of the crowd, causing everyone present to fall silent in an instant. Their exceptional intuition in this situation made them subconsciously tighten their grip on their swords, warily peering into the innermost recesses of the palace.

No one speaks.

The commander-in-chief was also somewhat puzzled. They had already arrived, and logically speaking, the battle should have been imminent. But now, it seemed that the other side was not in a hurry to fight.

The sound of his hands drumming sounded like the rhythm of some opera. Commander-in-Chief Dong Wen didn't know what the other party was waiting for, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

However, this strange wait didn't last long. The people waiting for Prince Cheng had almost arrived. This Dao-like Prince Cheng didn't charge directly into the capital. He knew that to ascend to that throne, above all others, he had to clear all obstacles.

The biggest obstacle was Mirage Dragon. The others were all in the second tier. So, after learning that Mirage Dragon would arrive in Jizhou, he had been waiting.

After becoming a Taoist, King Cheng is no longer a monster who only knows how to fulfill his obsessions.

He does have thoughts, but his thoughts, or the way he thinks, are infinitely close to the Tao, absolutely rational, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

After Dong Wen noticed the man who looked like Prince Cheng had stood up, he also noticed someone else had arrived. It was a graceful young man. His face was even more meticulously crafted, harmonious, and nearly perfect.

Yes, it's a first impression. It's not a feeling of astonishment or liking, but rather an appreciation based on perfection.

This feeling lasted only a moment. Dong Wen's face was replaced by a solemn expression. This elegant young man gave him a sense of extreme danger. However, the mirage dragon's eyes did not fall on Dong Wen at all, but instead looked at the Daohua Cheng Wang.

He hadn't expected such generosity. A rare treasure like the Dao Embryo was being used so carelessly on a mere mortal. It was a sheer waste of precious resources. But then again, the Kunlun lineage truly possessed immense wealth.

Although this thing transformed by Taoism was very tricky, his first thought was whether he could get the other party to produce more Tao fetuses.

But after a moment's thought, he gave up. This wasn't cabbage. If it were really all over the floor, he wouldn't be so surprised. In his heart, he cursed the bluebird again for wasting such a gift.

However, Chen Tao, who had come along, noticed the people from the Demon Slayer Division. Although the bronze masks had been replaced with cold iron masks, which made them look colder, there was no difference.

The one at the front is probably Dong Wen, the commander-in-chief of the Demon Slaying Division and one of the three great masters.

Chen Tao had met Taoist Priest Si Chong and Qiu Cheng before. Now he had seen all three great masters.

"Who are you?" Dong Wen asked.

However, the Mirage Dragon still had no intention of answering, and instead said, "It's better for you not to get involved."

Just walk straight past the other person.