The Prince Can Do Divination

Chapter 421 - 258: Divine Beings of the Celestial Gate, Saint Ancestor Master, the Entire World, All Watching One Man

’He’s dead. Finally dead.’

Lu Mingyuan gazed at the "Python and Sparrow Swallowing Dragon" Fate Grid before him, his consciousness adrift and lost in thought.

He couldn’t help but let out a long breath. The intense focus and tension had left him utterly exhausted, not just physically, but mentally as well.

Manipulating the Celestial Destiny True Dragon of Great Yan’s Fortune seemed majestic, but it was actually extremely draining. It was incredibly demanding on one’s Flesh Body, an intense power that couldn’t be used often.

Just imagine—the Destiny of the entire Great Yan pressing down on a single person. It was more than anyone could bear.

Fortunately, now that he had reached the Martial Saint Realm, he could avoid these side effects.

But it was all worth it.

Lu Mingyuan stood tall in the void, looking down upon the vast earth. He gazed at the magnificent Capital City before him, which resembled the spine of a giant dragon, and let out another breath, expelling all the pent-up frustration he had suffered over this period.

From this day forward, he was the Emperor of this country.

After a moment of silence, Lu Mingyuan gazed toward the northern sky. It was as if he could see a graceful old man in a blue Confucian Shirt, his hair gray and his temples frosted, sitting under a tree playing a board game and smiling calmly at him.

Lu Mingyuan’s gaze was distant. "Elder Mr. Qi," he murmured, "What you said... I have done it."

When he finished speaking, he bowed deeply toward the north.

’Rest easy, Teacher.’

’As long as I, Lu Mingyuan, am alive,’

’I will ensure that you...’

’Return to the Mortal World!’

...

He’s dead... the Holy Emperor is dead...

All the civil and military officials stood in the Dragon Wall Plaza before the Holy Bright Palace, staring blankly at the sky.

Scenes of major events from the Yong’an Era flashed through their minds: the majestic Emperor Yong’an, sitting high upon the dragon throne, reprimanding his ministers with a voice that commanded authority without anger. The officials would be scared into silence, not daring to lift their heads. And now, this very emperor, who had dominated the Imperial Court for sixty-nine years, had died at the hands of the son he valued most.

Yuan Xuangang, too, gazed into the distance. The face and eyes of this old man, who knew the Celestial Mandate, held an incredibly complex expression.

The Holy Emperor was dead. His anger, his opposition—it was all useless now...

He stared silently at where the dragon throne stood, unable to let go for a long time. Perhaps he was reminiscing about everything he had experienced during his thirty-plus years in office.

All the ministers were the same. They looked at each other, speechless, lost in the moment the Emperor’s life was ended.

The Crown Prince committed regicide!

In the more than three hundred years since the founding of Great Yan, aside from when the Grand Ancestor Emperor annihilated the Great Zhou and purged the rebel factions, no emperor had ever been publicly executed within this Imperial Palace!

Emperor Yong’an might be the first emperor in the history of Great Yan to be publicly slain in the skies above the Imperial Palace.

The events of this day would surely leave an indelible mark on the pages of history.

At this moment, within the Imperial Palace, Sui Yuqing, the Lishuang National Preceptor and Fairy Ci Hang, stood against the wind, her Daoist Robe fluttering.

The wind lifted strands of her hair, brushing them past the cinnabar mark between her brows and across her exquisitely beautiful face. In her heart, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

’This battle had its twists and turns, but in the end, we were victorious.’

’Lu Mingyuan.’

’He is a remarkable man. There are times when even I can’t help but admire and respect him.’

While she sighed with emotion, she also felt a sense of gravity.

The death of Emperor Yong’an was just the beginning. The various issues of the aftermath were the true priority.

Just as Yuan Xuangang had said, the old Emperor’s death would have an indelible impact on the political landscape of the entire Central Plains World.

There were two main areas of concern.

First was providing an explanation to those within the Great Yan Dynasty, including the Government Office officials in every State and County, the various regional armies, the common people, and the Cultivators from every sect.

No matter what, an explanation had to be given to the world.

Whether to be completely transparent or to conceal certain details were all things the Crown Prince would have to consider.

Any misstep could cost him the support of the people, which he had worked so hard to gain.

The local Government Offices needed to be appeased and prevented from panicking. Only then could they help the Court stabilize the populace and stop Demon Fiends from causing trouble across the land.

The internal conflicts were perhaps the least of their worries. The second area of concern was far more severe.

The covetous and envious eyes from all directions.

As long as the old Emperor was on the throne, he could deter opportunistic villains from all sides. Through his past military achievements, Emperor Yong’an had ushered in the Era of Yong’an, maintaining a long period of peace in the Central Plains without any major wars.

It wasn’t until recent years that this balance was broken.

Now that Emperor Yong’an was dead, the other great Dynasties were bound to grow restless.

When the tiger in the mountains dies, everyone wants to test their strength to see who will be the new master.

Then there was the matter of Great Yan’s new Emperor.

For the Capital City, the most crucial matter right now was the new Emperor’s ascension.

A country cannot go a single day without a ruler. The new Emperor’s ascension was the prerequisite for everything else. Only once he took the throne could they truly stabilize the realm and keep other nations in check. If Great Yan were left leaderless while the other great Dynasties watched like hungry tigers, Great Yan would undoubtedly be doomed.

Only after the Crown Prince ascends the throne can he consolidate his power and fight back against the Desolate Demons and the Holy Nether Demon Clan.

The Great Yan Dynasty was currently in upheaval. It had just concluded a war with the Holy Netherworld where both sides had committed massive numbers of troops and personnel. This was the perfect opportunity for the Desolate Demons to invade.

"In any case, this matter is now concluded, and the Cold Palace Crown Prince has finally made it through."

Sui Yuqing walked out of the Deep Palace. As she looked up at the man in the sky above the plaza, a faint smile graced her lips.

...

"That damned Emperor is finally dead."

Meanwhile, the members of the Infinite Faction, every one of their leaders, were smiling with relief. They were excited and ecstatic, wanting nothing more than to shout aloud to express their inner joy.