Half an hour later.
In the ruins.
Beichen Yong reluctantly closed his eyes, his life force growing weaker, until it completely vanished.
During this time, no leader, clan member, or ancestor under the Tianyin Empire stepped forward to offer the last shred of hope in his heart, shattering it entirely.
A moment later.
The atmosphere grew even more tense.
Every person present was a cultivator.
They all knew, without a doubt, the meaning behind the Divine Emperor's fading presence.
Now that the Tianyin Divine Emperor was gone,
an unoccupied throne was left, a position everyone could covet. After all, becoming a Divine Emperor not only grants access to powerful techniques but also resources, making it an irresistible opportunity.
As long as one's aptitude wasn't poor, reaching the peak of the Saint Lord realm was almost guaranteed.
With a bit of luck, even achieving Sainthood might not be impossible.
Some of the Tianyin royal family had their thoughts, but dared not voice them. Beichen Heng's influence was too strong; once they spoke, they feared retaliation.
For now, it was best to remain cautious.
...
After some time.
Beichen Yong's body had grown cold.
A detached voice slowly echoed from the void, reaching everyone's ears.
"Father has passed away, and my heart grieves deeply. However, the nation cannot go without a ruler. From today, I will ascend the throne as emperor. Do any of you have objections?"
The words seemed to be a discussion,
but the tone carried the weight of a declaration.
It was clear: I am becoming the Divine Emperor.
Anyone who disagreed could step forward.
For a moment,
everyone exchanged glances, and after a brief silence, a general quickly reacted. He knelt on one knee in the void and loudly proclaimed:
"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to the Divine Emperor, wishing the Divine Emperor eternal life!"
"Damn!"
Many people glared and muttered curses.
This fence-sitter switched allegiances far too quickly! Many hadn't even decided yet, and this one was already groveling?
Seeing the first one kneel,
the others, though unwilling, reluctantly followed suit.
Beichen Heng's strength was undeniable, and even if they wanted to rebel, they could stir no waves.
"Respect to the Divine Emperor, wishing the Divine Emperor eternal life!"
"Respect to the Divine Emperor, wishing the Divine Emperor eternal life!"
"Respect to the Divine Emperor, wishing the Divine Emperor eternal life!"
"Respect to the Divine Emperor, wishing the Divine Emperor eternal life!"
...
The loud cries united into one massive voice, shaking the skies and sending chills through everyone.
Looking around,
countless people seemed to shrink back,
and in the center,
only Beichen Heng stood tall.
"Rise!"
Beichen Heng commanded.
In that moment, his mind cleared, and he felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. Years of striving had culminated in this moment, and it felt surreal, as if a dream.
In the past, he had worried about surviving.
Becoming Divine Emperor had only been a secret, fleeting thought in the dead of night.
To his surprise, it had become reality today!
He had truly become the Divine Emperor.
"Thanks to the Senior!"
Beichen Heng silently expressed his gratitude.
Without the Senior's help, he would likely be lying here, while his father would be the one receiving the homage of his ministers.
"It's time to think about how to repay the Senior's kindness,"
he thought deeply.
Had Li Yun known Beichen Heng's thoughts, he would have likely laughed himself awake from the dream.
After a moment of reflection, Beichen Heng turned around, scanned the crowd, and spoke indifferently:
"If there is nothing else, you may leave."
"Your subjects take their leave!"
"We take our leave!"
...
After the crowd dispersed,
news of the Tianyin Empire's change of leadership quickly spread, causing a massive stir across the world.
After all,
an empire's power wasn't weak. If the transition of the Divine Emperor's position was smooth, it wouldn't attract much attention, but if it wasn't smooth, things would get interesting.
More importantly,
an earth-shattering news broke out!
The technique to become a Saint through luck, which had disappeared for a million years, had resurfaced in Beichen Heng's hands.
This news set countless minds racing.
The technique didn't belong to the Tianyin Empire; it was originally created by the Great Li Empire. If anyone could acquire it,
it would enhance any Sacred Land beyond imagination.
In an instant, many factions began to stir.
...
In the Tianyin Empire's Great Hall,
Beichen Heng sat quietly in meditation.
The former main hall had been destroyed, and to reuse it, it would need to be rebuilt and arrayed with formations. This would take at least a year or two.
For now, he resided in another hall temporarily.
At this moment,
Beichen Heng was thinking about handling the aftermath. His father, the previous Divine Emperor, had died without leaving proper instructions, and it was inevitable that some would have their own agendas.
Therefore,
he needed to quickly suppress any potential trouble before it became unmanageable.
As he pondered,
a sudden pressure began to descend from all directions,
binding him in place, no matter how he struggled.
"Saint King!!"
Beichen Heng's heart was filled with horror.
He was now experiencing what his father had gone through. The sensation was intensely stimulating.
"This aura...?"
Beichen Heng's mind sharpened. He recognized the familiar aura—it was from a technique exclusive to the Tianyin royal family.
The visitor was likely one of the Tianyin Empire's ancestors!
Relieved, Beichen Heng stopped struggling and calmed himself. He had already done what was necessary, and if the mysterious ancestor wanted to accuse him, they would have appeared earlier.
Clearly, they weren't here for his father's matter.
"May I ask which ancestor has emerged from seclusion? The unfilial descendant has failed to greet you properly, please forgive me!"
Beichen Heng respectfully spoke.
"Beichen Peak!"
The voice of Beichen Peak echoed from all directions, booming like thunder, causing blood to stir in the listeners.
"It's the Thirteenth Ancestor!"
Beichen Heng's heart tightened. This ancestor was known for being difficult to deal with, having caused several wars when he was crowned Divine Emperor.
The title of Martial Emperor suited him perfectly.
"May I ask, Thirteenth Ancestor, why have you come to the Imperial Palace today?"
Beichen Heng asked calmly.
"Hand over the technique to become a Saint through luck, and I will guarantee your position as Divine Emperor for ten thousand years!"
The voice of Beichen Peak reverberated again.
"Ha."
Hearing those words,
Beichen Heng sneered inwardly. Just as he had expected.
When internal strife raged within the clan, the ancestors remained silent, but as soon as the technique reappeared, they immediately showed up, clearly too eager.
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