I really became a king.

Chapter 617 Kneeling

Under the imperial capital of Dali, flags were flying, and millions of troops from Prince Yi's palace were all looking in one direction.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, a horse came from the west, as fast as the wind.

From the moment Jiang Yi returned from the Xingxiu Sea, his heart was filled with an indescribable depression, endless sorrow, and a hint of hesitation and uneasy expectation.

These complex emotions were all remnants of the original body's soul, but before that Jiang Yi felt nothing.

He had always thought that his original body had been completely destroyed long ago, but he didn't expect that a trace of his soul would suddenly appear now.

Very weak, so weak that Jiang Yi could completely destroy it with just one thought. The remnant soul of the original owner seemed to know its own fragility, and a faint pleading could be heard.

Jiang Yi knew that this was the last bit of obsession of the original owner, and although he could easily kill this remnant soul, he did not want to do so.

If this were done, although one would be able to completely control the body, the soul would most likely be left with permanent flaws.

And in the final analysis, all these years have passed, and although he has traveled through time, he has perfectly merged with the original owner, which also means that he has completely inherited everything from the original owner.

He should feel the same way about this depression, this sadness, as well as the hesitation and anxious expectation.

Most importantly, he was very curious about what had happened in the Dali Imperial Capital that had awakened the last bit of the original owner's soul and obsession.

He completely opened his heart, accepted the remaining soul and obsession of the original owner, and completely integrated it into his own soul.

When the imperial capital of Dali came into sight, Jiang Yi felt a complex emotion similar to "the closer I get to home, the more timid I feel" in his heart. He seemed to be expecting something and afraid of something at the same time.

And when Jiang Yi appeared in front of the millions of troops in Prince Yi's mansion, he finally understood why the original owner's remaining soul and obsession suddenly revived.

Looking at the figure on the top of the Dali Imperial City, "Jiang Yi" couldn't help but feel sad, and was shrouded in sadness.

As if sensing the change in his emotions, the green flame that was originally running all the way slowed down and started walking slowly.

The army of Prince Yi's palace, which had originally cheered loudly because of his appearance, felt the sorrow from the depths of their souls, and instantly became silent, just staring at him silently.

Jiang Yi's eyes were fixed silently on the figure on the top of the city wall of Dali Imperial Capital. Wherever he passed, the army of Prince Yi's Mansion automatically made way for a passage.

When Mo Li, Mu Xiruo and other heroines led the generals of various armies of Prince Yi's Mansion to greet them, Jiang Yi just nodded slightly, then raised his hand to prevent the other party from making further moves.

He didn't need anyone to tell him the whole story, because from the moment he saw the figure on the wall of Dali Imperial Capital, the tremor in the depths of his soul told him the identity of that figure.

Green Flame's four hooves stepped lightly, carrying Jiang Yi slowly through the millions of troops. Mo Li, Mu Xiruo, and other trusted generals from the Eight Tribes of Western Xinjiang, the Eight Banners of Black Water, and other generals followed silently behind.

After Jiang Yi passed through the army, he got off his horse and walked forward slowly step by step.

Mo Li, Mu Xiruo and others behind him wanted to follow him, but were stopped by him. He continued to walk forward alone.

When he was less than a hundred meters away from the Dali Imperial City, he finally stopped, because he knew that this distance was enough for the figure on the top of the city to see his face clearly.

A few hundred meters behind him, there were millions of soldiers ready to fight at any moment. At this moment, they all looked solemn, like a full moon bow, ready to go. Especially the Eighth Ancestor of Dali, Dong Chengyang, Huaihua Ancestor, Fulong and other eighth-level strongmen, all held their breath and concentrated, ready to attack at any time.

After all, Jiang Yi was responsible for the life and death, honor and disgrace of Prince Yi's family, and now he was heading forward alone, too close to the Dali Imperial Capital.

At the same time, all the eighth-level masters on the walls of the Dali Imperial Capital were on edge, especially those from the secluded sects, who were even more cautious and alert.

Not only were they on guard against the strongest men from Prince Yi's Mansion who were hundreds of meters away from the city, they were also on guard against their own people, fearing that someone would do something bad.

At this time, with millions of troops on both sides, even if an arrow was accidentally shot at the figure under the city, it would immediately cause an earth-shaking war.

The Eighth Realm Supreme Powers of Prince Yi's Palace would definitely attack the Dali Imperial Capital regardless of the consequences. That would be a head-on confrontation between the Eighth Realm Supreme Powers, and they did not want to face this situation unless it was absolutely necessary.

Jiang Zhenyi and Ye Xinmei were also afraid of this situation. What they wanted was to defeat the enemy without fighting and completely make the figure under the city surrender. They didn't want a small misunderstanding to lead to the final decisive battle.

"Jiang Yi, do you know who she is?" Ye Xinmei pointed at the figure on the top of the city wall.

But there was no response. Jiang Yi just stared at the sad figure motionlessly, trembling slightly in the depths of his soul.

"I clearly sent you away, but you came back in the end... Why did you come back!" The figure shrouded in sadness spoke.

No one understood the meaning of this sentence, but Jiang Yi understood it. She had indeed seen through it and knew that she was not Jiang Zhongbao, and that she was a substitute.

"Just be well and be an ordinary person, isn't it good? Why do you have to come back and kill your own flesh and blood..."

"My original idea was to let you brothers survive. Really, I didn't abandon you, nor did I love only you. To a mother, you are all my flesh and blood. But why did you make me experience the separation of life and death from my own flesh and blood? How cruel..."

"How are you going to face your father after I die?"

"You can feel the pain of losing my husband and son as a woman. Do you know the pain?"

The sad figure had a sorrowful look on her face, tears rolling down her cheeks. She was shrouded in despair and sadness, and her words were filled with the reproach of a mother.

At this moment, Jiang Yi completely merged with the remnant soul. He felt endless sorrow in his heart and was too ashamed to face his biological mother. He knelt down with a plop, his forehead touching the ground, and his whole body knelt on the ground, motionless.

This scene shocked everyone in the Dali Imperial Capital.

Who could have expected that a great leader who once ruled a region would willingly kneel before a woman as he led his army to the gates of a city.

She is the only person in the world who can make Prince Yi prostrate himself on the ground, and the only person who can stop the millions of troops in the Western Frontier.

She could be said to be the most honorable mother in the world, but now she was imprisoned. How sad it was for her to meet her own flesh and blood in such a situation.

At the moment Jiang Yi knelt down, many people on the top of the Dali Imperial City slightly turned aside to avoid this salute. Although they knew that this kneeling was for that sad figure, they still made this action subconsciously.

(End of this chapter)