The battle had reached this moment.
At last, Emperor Mu Qingcang appeared.
He was radiating green Spiritual Power, immensely powerful.
He had achieved Spirit Refinement Complete!
Just one step away, he could ascend to the Divine Passage Realm.
“Greetings, Your Majesty!”
“Greetings, Your Majesty!”
The crowd shouted in unison.
However, Elder Mu Zhenkong stood firm, his gaze on Mu Qingcang filled with unabated anger.
“Did you… know about this from the very beginning?!”But Mu Qingcang responded indifferently,
“Are you questioning me?”
“Elder Zhenkong, all of this is for the sake of the Imperial Dynasty.”
“Regardless, Mu Wanxiu has now become the Wood Spirit Heavenly Body, our sole hope.”
“To lay your hands on her is highly disrespectful.”
His high position seemed entirely natural!
Elder Mu Zhenkong sneered,
“Disrespectful?”
“How does it matter? What gives you, of all people, the right to my respect?”
“Mu Qingcang, do you dare to battle?!”
He was provoking, challenging the Emperor!
An unparalleled chill flashed through the Emperor’s eyes.
But he did not move.
Although his Realm was stronger than that of Mu Zhenkong, at this moment, Mu Zhenkong was burning his life away.
If he were to stand up now, he too, would likely pay a price.
He remained silent and icy cold, simply waving his hand.
In an instant, high above in the Sky Domain,
Two elders in grey robes appeared.
One of them held a broken spear in hand,
While the other carried a rusty Iron Axe.
Their presence was terrifying, and those weapons seemed capable of slaying gods!
“Elders… you…”
Mu Zhenkong’s face changed.
These grey-robed elders were clan Elders, figures embodying the heritage of the Imperial Dynasty.
Mu Hongyun and Mu Hongbo!
They were second only to the ancestor Mu Xuanfeng within the clan. The items in their hands were Ancestral Artifacts brought from the Great Wilderness!
Extraordinarily powerful.
And now… the Ancestral Artifacts were to be turned against him…
“Elders, do you really intend to partake in tyranny?!”
Mu Zhenkong questioned resentfully.
“Zhenkong, at this point, arguing about right and wrong is pointless,”
Elder Mu Hongbo shook his head and said,
“We understand how you feel, but Mu Wanxiu is the hope of our Wood Spirit Dynasty, she will lead the Dynasty to rise. If you harm her, we cannot consent!”
Mu Hongyun, standing aside, also sighed,
“We’ve already lost one prodigy, we cannot afford to lose another.”
At that moment, Mu Zhenkong fell silent.
He knew all too well that alone he could not defy fate.
“Where is Wanqing? Where is she?!”
Mu Nanshan, covered in blood, asked with a trembling voice.
Mu Hongyun turned to Shangguan Tongruo and inquired,
“What about the girl?”
Shangguan Tongruo answered,
“She’s still in the hall, unconscious.”
Elder Mu Hongyun nodded, looked at Mu Nanshan, and said,
“Our Wood Spirit Dynasty is not heartless. In consideration of our ancestral ties, you may take her with you.”
Mu Nanshan took step by step forward, and Mu Zhenkong also followed at his side.
The Empress and others stepped back, making way.
They entered the Empress’s Bedchamber.
In the dim hall, the air still faintly carried the scent of blood.
Drip-drop, drip-drop.
The sound of fresh blood falling to the floor.
Mu Nanshan saw Mu Wanqing.
She was tied to a copper crucifix, barely breathing, already unconscious.
“Wanqing!”
Mu Nanshan’s heart ached as he shakily approached and untied Mu Wanqing.
“Uncle Nanshan…”
Mu Wanqing struggled to speak, but fresh blood spilled from her mouth.
“Don’t talk, don’t talk!”
Mu Nanshan’s heart was almost breaking as he held Mu Wanqing and said,
“We’re going home, I’m taking you home!”
Next to him, Elder Mu Zhenkong’s aged face was filled with grief, and his heart was laden with extreme guilt.
They took one step after another as they left the Empress’s Bedchamber.
Among the icy stares of the crowd, they departed step by step.
They left the Imperial City.
“Cough, cough…”
Mu Wanqing coughed violently, fresh blood pouring out as her complexion grew paler.
“Wanqing!”
Mu Nanshan was filled with intense anxiety; at this rate, they wouldn’t make it back to their ancestral village, and Mu Wanqing would die.
“Let me do it.”
Elder Zhenkong stepped forward, his aged hand resting on Mu Wanqing’s wrist.
Spiritual Power transfered frantically, his gray hair turned completely white at a visible rate, and countless wrinkles appeared on his face in an instant!
He… was sacrificing his own lifeforce to save Mu Wanqing!
Finally, Mu Wanqing’s injuries stabilized somewhat.
However, Elder Zhenkong staggered, barely able to stand, resembling an old man at the end of his days, on the brink of death!
“You…”
Mu Nanshan looked at Elder Zhenkong, at a loss for words.
He could feel that Elder Zhenkong… was at the end of his rope!
“Take her and go… quickly!”
Elder Zhenkong coughed, struggling to speak:
“Return to the village, take the ancestral village away, the Imperial Family… will surely covet it again!”
“Go!”
Mu Nanshan, with a complicated expression, gritted his teeth and quickly took off.
After he left, Elder Zhenkong turned around, his face revealing a tragic smile.
“Today, I, Mu Zhenkong, realize that the consequences of a good person’s folly can be more terrible than the evil done by the wicked, haha, hahaha…”
“Mu Qingcang, Shangguan Tongruo, I’ll fight you to the end!”
Struggling, he headed towards the Imperial City, his steps labored, but he did not retreat an inch!
—He was prepared to die; it was all just to ensure Mu Nanshan’s safe departure.
Now, he was off to redeem himself.
To atone for the great sin he had caused!
…
Mu Nanshan sped on without stopping.
Fortunately, the pursuers he had anticipated did not come.
“Maybe Elder Zhenkong is holding them off…”
Thinking this, Mu Nanshan sighed inwardly.
He could tell that Elder Zhenkong was indeed a good person.
But he had been used.
In a flash, he entered the Great Wilderness.
The unique sinister aura of the Burial God Wasteland hit him, giving him a sense of safety.
Before reaching the village.
“Village chief, Wanqing is in trouble, save Wanqing!”
He shouted, tears streaming down.
The village was shaken.
Many villagers hurried out.
And Mu Rantian emerged; when he saw Mu Nanshan carrying the unconscious Mu Wanqing rushing towards him, he was instantly stunned.
“What happened?”
He asked urgently.
Mu Nanshan approached and said:
“The Wood Spirit Dynasty’s schemes and conspiracies have taken Wanqing’s Wood Spirit Heavenly Blood, and her life hangs by a thread…”
At these words, Mu Rantian nearly fainted on the spot.
But he forcibly steadied his spirit and said:
“Quick, call for Sacrificial Spirit to save her!”
Immediately, Mu Wanqing was placed under the Sacrificial Spirit.
The Old Grapevine’s branches glowed, channeling the life force of heaven and earth to save Mu Wanqing.
Mu Wanqing’s condition further stabilized, but there was still no sign of improvement.
Even when Mu Rantian brought the divine rice given by Li Fan, Mu Wanqing was unable to consume it.
Eventually, the Sacrificial Spirit ceased its efforts.
“Her injuries are too severe, the heavenly blood taken… there is nothing more I can do.”
The ancient voice of Sacrificial Spirit sounded.
The villagers were all extremely anxious.
“Sacrificial Spirit… what should we do now?”
Mu Nanshan’s heart ached as if it was being carved.
“At this time, perhaps only Senior Li… can save her.”
The old Sacrificial Spirit sighed softly.
Hearing this, both Mu Rantian and Mu Nanshan nodded!
“Yes, Senior Li… let’s seek help from Senior Li!”
Mu Rantian rose at once.
He and Mu Nanshan, carrying Mu Wanqing, headed towards the small hillside village.
It wasn’t long before they arrived at the outskirts of the hillside village.
As they entered and approached a small courtyard, Mu Rantian spoke:
“Mu Rantian of Wood Spirit Village, here to see Senior Li, begging Senior Li to save a life!”
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