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Chapter 664 Never to Return Even in the Face of Death
The morning light, like viscous amber, struggled to penetrate the deep and vast palaces of the imperial city, coldly coating the bluestone-paved palace paths.

Liang Jin walked steadily on the familiar path, his boots striking the stone slabs with a hollow echo.

"Greetings, Commander!"

The imperial guards on duty along the way, and the guards standing by with their swords, whether they were strangers or had met once before, all stopped what they were doing, straightened their backs solemnly, and saluted with reverence in their eyes.

They were part of the operation of this heavily fortified fortress, and obedience was an instinct ingrained in their very bones.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Liang Jin nodded slightly, a habitual smile playing on his lips.

I'm in a really good mood.

Like a stream thawing in early spring, it rushes joyfully, carrying with it the most fervent aspirations for the future.

He was going to see Xiaolian.

Tell her that she will soon be able to leave the palace, never have to live a life of serving others again, and finally have a home to realize her dream.

This thought was like a beam of warm light, piercing through the deep cold of the palace.

He could almost imagine the light that would suddenly shone in her clear eyes when she heard she could leave the palace—it would surely be like a star falling to earth.

She had stayed within the palace walls for far too long; those bright, lively eyes deserved to see a wider world.

By the way, Su Lian was too young when she entered the palace, and she can no longer remember anything before she entered the palace.

Has she ever been invited to a banquet before? That clumsy little girl holding the food box.

tonight!

It's tonight!
Liang Jin was planning to host a banquet for his old comrades to drink together, and Su Lian would be there too, as would Zhao Bao.

This was... the first time the three of them had eaten together.

As Liang Jin imagined that scene, the smile on his lips grew even more genuine.

After leaving the palace, she will sleep in her own warm chamber and can sleep for as long as she wants!

No need to get up shivering in the cold at the crack of dawn to take out those filthy things!
She wants to wear the most beautiful dress, and she gets to decide what color to choose!
Shopping, listening to music, planting flowers, going to distant places... she has everything she wants!
When she finally falls in love, she will meet the right person she can entrust her life to...

He and Zhao Bao are her strongest support!

They are her family members!

A heavy, full warmth swelled in my chest, almost overflowing.

suddenly!

Liang Jin paused almost imperceptibly.

"Ok?"

The smile froze on her face, like a delicate painting whose colors were instantly stripped away.

His senses, like the finest spiderweb, detected the anomaly the moment he stepped into the area.

It was no longer a gaze that lingered briefly in awe.

It's spying!
A viscous, cold gaze, filled with scrutiny and wariness!

From the shadows behind the palace walls, from the gaps in the towering watchtowers, and even from the distant, ethereal eaves and brackets... they silently and densely projected themselves onto him!
They were like an invisible net, entangling him with undisguised curiosity.

Even... a hint of vigilance!
This unusual rudeness and transgression instantly sent an invisible chill through him, his brows furrowed sharply, and his eyes scanned the hidden corners like razors.

Who?
Who in the palace would dare to act like this?!
Doubts have just begun to form.

"Da da da……"

The heavy, rhythmic footsteps broke the deathly silence of the early morning.

A troop of fully armed imperial guards, like a moving black iron wall, appeared menacingly from the corner of the palace road ahead, blocking the way.

The leader, with the ferocious lion-like beast face on his shoulder armor reflecting a cold light, was none other than the Imperial Guard Commander—First Guardian!

His face was ashen and his eyes were extremely complex, like an insurmountable mountain standing in the middle of the palace road.

"Deputy Commander Liang!"

The first righteous voice was deep and resonant, devoid of any pleasantries, its words clear as a pronouncement:
"His Majesty's decree: From this day forward, all armories, scripture pavilions, and divine weapon storage facilities within the inner palace, the capital region's military camps, and even the imperial secret treasury are to be open to Deputy Commander Liang without any restrictions!"

He paused, a subtle, indescribable emotion flashing across his eyes:

"It includes five Earth-level secret manuals and six treasured weapons passed down from the Emperor!"

"Supply to Deputy Commander Liang...draw as he pleases!"

The air froze for a moment.

This is a reward far exceeding the authority of a deputy commander!

It practically opened up half of the imperial city's military core to him!

Such an overwhelming gift... it's so sudden it's almost bizarre!
Is it to win them over?
still is……

Liang Jin bowed:

"My lord, thank you Lord for your kindness."

His movements were swift and decisive, yet his voice remained completely calm.

He raised his head, his sharp, hawk-like gaze piercing the unyielding, iron-faced expression of the First Guardian:
"A mere imperial decree has caused the First Commander to personally travel here?"

"Could it be... something else?"

Beneath the thick beard of the first guard, the lines at the corners of his mouth were even more taut.

He looked at Liang Jin, his eyes heavy, filled with a kind of helplessness after struggle, and an unspeakable warning:

"Deputy Commander Liang..."

He stepped forward, his massive body exuding a heavy sense of oppression, his voice extremely low, like the rubbing of a boulder:
"You should go back today, take a day off, and get some rest."

His words contained an irresistible, iron-willed spirit!

stop!

A blatant act of obstruction!

Upon hearing this, Liang Jin frowned slightly:
"They won't let me into the palace?"

"Is this your intention? Or the Emperor's?"

Liang Jin's senses spread, and he could feel that there were more eyes watching him.

The first principle of justice simply stated:

"Deputy Commander Liang, this is for your own good."

"Let's go back and select some manuals and weapons from the camp's armory."

"Later, His Majesty will bestow new rewards."

After he finished speaking, he took another step forward towards Liang Jin, and an aura of pressure immediately swept over him.

boom!
Liang Jin felt his heart sink suddenly!
That ever-present spying!

This is an exceptionally generous reward!

And here comes the "rest" order from the Supreme Commander of the Imperial Guard, which is almost coercive!

Something is very wrong!

Something must have happened!

And this matter concerns me!
And if it's something related to me, and it's in the palace, then... it's either Zhao Bao's business or Su Lian's business!

A bad feeling crept into Liang Jin's heart.

This concerns two people, and he absolutely cannot stand idly by!
The last trace of feigned smile vanished from Liang Jin's face, leaving only a cold, rock-like hardness:

"Go back? Okay."

He no longer looked at the First Guardian; his gaze, sharp as a torch, pierced past the towering figure and went straight to the area deep within the palace walls that was sealed off by the high walls.

"I will go and fetch two people, and we will return together!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already taken a step forward!
His figure shot out like an arrow released from a bow, heading straight into the distance!

"Liang Jin?!"

The first roar of righteousness was like a thunderclap from a clear sky!

The enormous hand, accompanied by a tearing sound as it ripped through the air, slammed down onto Liang Jin's shoulder!

This press was as powerful as a thousand pounds! Enough to shatter monuments and split rocks!

Om-! ! !
Just as his fingertips were about to touch the fabric of Liang Jin's robe!

A terrifying killing intent, violent, profound, and icy as if gushing from the deepest abyss, suddenly erupted without warning, centered on Liang Jin!
That was a hellish realm piled high with mountains of corpses and seas of blood! It was a scene of purgatory where countless wronged souls wept together!

A viscous, intense, crimson carnage that was almost tangible!
Such intense killing intent instantly shattered the expressions of the surrounding soldiers, turning their faces ashen and causing them to stagger backward!

The first hand, which was guarding the right path, was suspended in mid-air, frozen in place!

For the first time, a look of horrified solemnity appeared on his iron-like face!
How many lives must one have personally taken to accumulate such a ruthless and destructive bloodlust?!

The person in front of me... wasn't he always on guard duty in the palace?
How could he possibly muster such terrifying killing intent?
Just as Shouzheng was momentarily stunned.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, Liang Jin moved with ghostly speed, already grazing past him and dashing into the distance like lightning!
"Hey……"

First Shouzheng sighed.

The fact that the first attempt failed to stop him made the First Guardian reluctant to try a second time.

After all, he roughly knew... what had happened last night.

But... he had duties to perform!
"Follow!"

"The forbidden area of ​​the imperial palace must not be allowed to become chaotic!"

First Commander Shouzheng gave a deep order and immediately led everyone to chase after Liang Jin at top speed.

Liang Jin has already quickly penetrated deep into the palace.

As he walked, his expression gradually became solemn.

The scene before us confirmed all the worst suspicions!

A chilling atmosphere prevailed!

An unprecedented atmosphere of impending doom was rising!
He had already noticed that the deployment of the Imperial Guards in the palace had undergone a very significant change!

All those previously lazy sentry posts hidden in the shadows have now come into view!

The heavily armored guards were on high alert! Their swords were drawn half an inch from their sheaths!
All key passages are under tight security!

The intertwined gazes were no longer filled with awe, but rather focused on him like cold probes!

An invisible yet heavy net has been quietly tightened!

These people... are wary of him!
Liang Jin's first thought was that Zhao Bao had gotten into trouble!
Now that the new emperor has ascended the throne, if what Wang Jin said is true, and the new emperor is also subject to the royal curse, then Zhao Bao's Youhuan bloodline will probably be used by Wang Jin.

"So, Wang Jin, did he make his move so quickly?"

Liang Jin was startled.

He originally thought that Wang Jin would at least use the matter of lifting the curse to blackmail the current emperor and gain greater benefits from him.

If Wang Jin really becomes a loyal minister, then Zhao Bao might be in danger.

Immediately, Liang Jin strode towards the direction of the police station.

"Deputy Commander Liang!"

Behind him, the First Guardian loomed over him like a massive shadow once more, his deep voice carrying a hint of urgency and a barely perceptible sigh:
"Lord Zhao was carrying out an imperial mission and left the capital an hour ago!"

boom!
Liang Jin's steps were as if nailed to the spot by invisible giant nails!
My brain was once again pierced by the icicle of fear!

He had already realized that the First Guardian was kindly reminding him that this matter had nothing to do with Zhao Bao.

Zhao Bao, however, had already been sent away.

Excluding Zhao Bao...

That leaves only... one possibility!
direction!

Turn around!

Liang Jin's figure made an almost impossible turn in an instant!
With a speed and decisiveness greater than before, like a black lightning bolt rushing into the abyss, it tore through layers of defenses and charged desperately toward the harem!

With each step, the hard bluestone slab beneath our feet seemed to crack silently!

Qianqing Gate!
Deputy Commander of the Imperial Guards, Yu Zhuoqun, stood at the door like a hawk!
Behind him, a group of Xuanyuan Sect experts gripped their sword hilts, their eyes wary!
When he saw Liang Jin, his face was stiff and formulaic:
"Commander Liang, please wait! The Qianqing Gate is already..."

Liang Jin didn't listen to what he was about to say at all!
Carrying the anxiety that had been building up to its peak and the soaring murderous aura, it rushed straight towards the gate like a burning meteorite, ignoring all obstacles!
"presumptuous!!"

Yu Zhuoqun's expression changed drastically, and a surge of cyan energy erupted instantly!

He moved swiftly and blocked the entrance to the core passage!
A claw-like hand, accompanied by a shrill whistle like tearing silk, lunged at Liang Jin's arm!

He's going to forcibly lock and seize it!

"Get out of here—!!!!!"

A wild roar from the depths of the soul suddenly exploded!

The sound tore through the air!

Without even looking, Liang Jin struck out with his palm.

The terrifying, materialized palm force, like a raging tsunami, crashed head-on into Yu Zhuoqun's protective aura!

"puff!"

Yu Zhuoqun's face turned pale, and he let out a muffled groan.

His proud, powerful azure protective energy, capable of splitting stone and shattering monuments, crumbled inch by inch like a fragile glass dome!

He was so shaken that he staggered backward, taking more than ten steps before he could barely regain his footing.

An expression of disbelief crossed his face.

Although Yu Zhuoqun knew that Liang Jin had defeated Hong Wei, the deputy commander of the Imperial Guards, he only regarded Liang Jin as a late-stage third-rank martial artist and not necessarily his opponent.

However, it was only a single palm strike...

Yu Zhuoqun felt his blood and qi surging from the terrifying palm force, making it difficult for him to even circulate his qi again.

This left him only able to watch helplessly as Liang Jin's figure, leaving afterimages, crashed into the world behind the Qianqing Gate!
Anxious, Liang Jin rushed into the inner palace and headed straight for Chuxiu Palace.

The closer they got to that familiar palace, the more they could feel the despair permeating the air.

Suppressed sobs.

Intermittent sobbing.

A desperate wail, like that of a wounded young animal.

Outside the palace gates, guards stood every three steps and sentries every five steps. Their armor gleamed, their faces indifferent, keeping all unrelated people out and forming a cold, iron wall.

The sound of weeping faintly emanated from behind the tightly closed high gate.

Liang Jin's lips pursed into a sharp, knife-like shape.

He didn't pause for a moment, nor did he say a word.

Just as the guards were about to stop him, he transformed into a hurricane and forcefully smashed open the two heavy vermilion doors!
Boom!

Amidst the flying sawdust, his figure had already disappeared into the inner courtyard!
The sight that came into view made Liang Jin feel as if he had been frozen in eternal ice.

Blood!

The overwhelming, pungent smell of blood assaulted our senses first, accompanied by a chilling, rusty stench!

The dark red, sticky bloodstains on the ground... paved with blue bricks were shocking!
Two pale white cloths, symbolizing death and misfortune, covered the silhouettes of two bodies on the ground!

Underneath one of the smaller white cloths.

A patch of dried, blackened bloodstains spread and soaked through the fabric like a giant, withered ink chrysanthemum, cruelly outlining the slender body beneath!

A group of disheveled palace maids and eunuchs cowering like quails knelt limply beside the bloodstains, weeping bitterly and shrilly, as if they had lost their parents!

A beautiful woman dressed in simple palace attire, her hair disheveled, slumped down beside a white cloth stained with black blood, her eyes vacant, her tear tracks long since dried.

Her fingers unconsciously dug deep into the cold cracks in the stone, her knuckles turning deathly white.

No!

That lively figure is nowhere to be seen!
There were no bright, sparkling eyes waiting for him!

"Xiao Lian—?!?!"

Liang Jin's voice shattered all the weeping!

Carrying a panic and sharpness that even they themselves could not recognize!
His tall body swayed slightly, unable to control himself, due to immense fear!
"Where is Su Lian?! Come out here! Little Lian—!!"

He rushed into the courtyard, his frantic gaze sweeping over every corner, as if he wanted to drag out the little girl who was hiding and scaring him!
He roared at the weeping people:

"I am Liang Jin! Su Lian's brother! Tell me where Su Lian is?!"

The chaotic crying seemed to be suppressed by the furious questioning, leaving only suppressed sobs.

No one dared to respond.

everyone...

They all raised their heads, looking at him with eyes that were a mixture of immense pity, boundless fear, and utter despair.

Liang Jin's heart sank rapidly into an endless icy sea!
It was a panic of impending total loss that I had never felt before, a panic worse than facing a thousand troops or standing alone on the edge of a precipice!

He suddenly rushed toward Xu Zhaorong, who was closest to him and the only one still conscious!

"It's you! You must be Consort Xu?!" Liang Jin's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping, as he grabbed her cold shoulders, his nails almost digging into her flesh.
"Tell me! My sister, Su Lian...where...is she?"

His eyes were like those of a dying beast, burning with a final, frenzied obsession.

Xu Zhaorong was shaken so badly that she almost fell apart, but the intense pain actually helped her regain a sliver of clarity.

She looked up at her bloodless face, her once bright and clear eyes now filled only with a deathly sorrow.

She didn't answer, but slowly and laboriously turned her body, as if every joint was groaning in refusal.

Her hands... trembled...

Reaching out to her side... that piece...

The pale white cloth was stained with... congealed black blood...

A chilling aura of death, almost tangible, gripped Liang Jin's throat!

He heard the cracking of his bones, the terrifying echo of his own knuckles clenched to their limit!

The world suddenly turned into a silent, slow-motion scene before my eyes.

He saw Xu Zhaorong's blood-stained finger...

Slowly...

Trembling...

Lift that cloth...

A corner...

Revealed...

That face!
Pale white! Lifeless! The bluish-gray aura of death had solidified!

His forehead and temples were covered in messy dirt and dark red scabs!
Especially those...below the corners of her tightly closed eyes...there was even a trace of...dried...blood and tears!
Those clear eyes that once smiled at him until they curved into crescent moons...

Never again... will they open their eyes...

boom--!!!!!!

Liang Jin's brain felt as if it had been smashed open by a giant hammer!

Suddenly everything went black!
I stumbled, as if all the bones in my body had been drained in an instant!

A blood-red mist billowed and flowed through the field of vision!

"Little...Lian...?"

He muttered to himself, his voice as faint as a broken thread, filled with disbelief and despair.

He suddenly fell to his knees! His knees slammed heavily onto the cold, wet, blood-stained bricks!

He knelt down beside that small, cold silhouette like a giant tree that had been felled.

“No… Impossible…!”

His hands, trembling like cicadas in autumn wind, reached out desperately towards the girl's cold, ashen face:

"Xiao Lian... wake up... brother's here... brother's here... open your eyes!"

Sticky! Cold! Stiff!

This is definitely not the feel of a living person!
The thick, dark red stain, mixed with mud, solidified on her cheeks...

That slightly parted mouth, devoid of all color, seemed to be emitting a silent scream...

And that... obviously twisted and unnatural angle of the neck...

All of this demonstrates... the violent and terrifying impact she had suffered!

"I have talismanic water! I have holy healing medicine! ...I also have..."

Liang Jin was incoherent and frantically groped his own body!
Like a madman!

He took out a jade bottle that was close to his body, flung the cap off, and poured out the precious healing talisman water!

He almost roughly used his trembling hands to pry open Su Lian's tightly closed, icy lips!

"Drink! Please open your mouth! Drink it and you'll feel better!"

"Brother is here...he's had a drink..."

The pale golden, precious medicine, mixed with dust and the cold blood scabs on the girl's cheeks, flowed into her mouth in a disheveled manner, sliding down her cold lips... but without any sign of being swallowed!

The blood flowed down the curve of her pale neck... to... the blood-soaked, filthy collar...

His hand reached into his robes again!

What he pulled out was a secret healing elixir from the Green Robe Pavilion!

He was as if possessed, and forced the fragrant pill into his mouth!
Use your fingertips to forcefully push downwards! Push it deep into her throat!
"Eat...eat it...eat it..."

No response!

That rare elixir, like a stone rolled into a dry, deep well, left without a trace.

"Swallow the medicine!! Swallow it! Swallow it!!!"

His voice was choked with sobs, filled with a desperate, agonizing wail.

however……

The girl's chest was cold and stiff... without the slightest rise and fall of life to respond to his frantic calls...

Liang Jin froze.

A devastating, icy torrent finally overwhelmed the banks of reason.

All his movements, all his voices, all his hopes... suddenly came to a standstill.

His tall, strong body swayed, and finally... he collapsed heavily, like a broken wall that had lost its support, into the glaring, cold pool of blood!
His hands, stained with his sister's blood and dirt, covered his face, which was contorted with sweat, horror, and immense pain!
Warm, scalding tears welled up between his fingers... tears of despair from his elder brother... surging forth.

Mixed with the cold, solidified bloodstains from his sister on his palm...

He painted hideous, tragic, and shocking lines of tears and blood on his fingers and face!

A suppressed sob, straining to escape from between his tightly clenched fingers...like the mournful cry of a dying beast...

Yan Tingfeng and Di Yi Shouzheng, with their respective elite troops, finally arrived, standing silently outside the dilapidated vermilion threshold of the side hall like two cold, iron torrents.

His tall figure cast a heavy shadow in the dim morning light.

They didn't step into the courtyard; they just watched silently.

Looking at the man who was once as steady as a mountain, but now knelt silently and trembled like a clay sculpture in a pool of blood.

Looking at the corpse of that little palace maid.

Watching Liang Jin's blood- and tear-stained hand slowly... lower... revealing... a...

A contorted, grotesque face!
"What the hell?! What's going on?!"

Liang Jin grabbed Xu Zhaorong and questioned her angrily.

Xu Zhaorong's face was filled with sorrow.

She looked at the man before her, unsure whether he would go against the Crown Prince for the sake of a mere palace maid!
Consort Xu came from a humble background, and even after entering the palace and becoming a consort, her fate was still not in her own hands.

If she was like this, what about a mere palace maid?

She had seen too much; in order to curry favor with her superiors, she offered her wife and daughters, giving everything she had.

To avoid disaster, they might even abandon family ties.

If this man in front of me knew the truth, what could he possibly do?
"explain!!!"

Liang Jin roared, startling Xu Zhaorong.

Xu Zhaorong composed herself. After all, the man in front of her was Su Lian's brother, and he certainly had the right to know everything.

So Xu Zhaorong replied:
"Xiao Lian was thrown to her death while trying to save me."

"The one who killed her... was... the emperor's son! Zhao Hongyi!"

Then, Xu Zhaorong told Liang Jin everything that had happened the night before.

Liang Jin listened.

His hand slowly released Xu Zhaorong's.

He got it.

No wonder...

No wonder Yu Zhuoqun and the First Guardian were treating him like a thief today, fearing he might cause trouble.

No wonder the emperor bestowed numerous honors and favors upon him today.

It turns out that Zhao Hongyi was the one who killed Su Lian!
A shameless and despicable person actually killed Su Lian so cruelly!

At this moment, Liang Jin felt intense hatred.

He was so angry that he trembled uncontrollably.

He could easily imagine how painful and desperate Su Lian must have been when she was dying.

How much she must have longed... to be by her side!

A powerful surge of regret and anger pounded in his chest.

Liang Jin gritted his teeth and endured it, remaining silent and not uttering a word.

Xu Zhaorong stared blankly at all of this.

The last glimmer of hope in my heart... went out.

So... in the end, it's all just like that?

Even the deepest sorrow...

Even the closest of friendships...

Faced with the unparalleled crushing force of imperial power...

What good is it? Nothing more than being ground into silent dust...

The man's despair and tears at this moment... are real.

But what happens after these tears?
Power! Future! Survival!

Which one is less important than the death of a lowly palace maid?

His current status and position were hard-won...

He has a bright future ahead of him!
he……

I will only accept all of this.

Xu Zhaorong lowered her eyes, an endless sorrow welling up in her heart.

For myself, and for that girl on the ground who has lost all warmth.

This is... cruel fate.

In this silent, deathly stillness.

Liang Jin's body stopped trembling!
Like a dormant volcano.

His hands, stained with a mixture of blood and tears, gently and carefully brushed away the messy, wet hair from Su Lian's cheek.

With his inner cuff, he very slowly and meticulously... little by little... wiped away... the dirt, bits of grass, and the glaring scabs on her forehead and cheeks...

The movements were so gentle... as if wiping the most precious glass in the world.

He said nothing.

Only the touch of fingertips gliding across cold skin made a faint, almost inaudible rustling sound in the deathly still air...

The people around them who were crying unconsciously stopped making a sound.

Everyone held their breath, staring at his terrifyingly silent back.

The bloodstains were wiped clean.

That pale, cold face, still bearing the innocent features of a young girl, was finally revealed in its entirety...

It was as if he was just asleep.

Liang Jin took a deep, deep breath.

His head slowly lowered.

His hands... gently, with infinite tenderness yet utterly resolute... pressed against Su Lian's cold body!
The action... froze.

boom--! ! !
An invisible, soul-freezing, extreme chill erupted from his palm without warning!

Click... snap... click...

A piercing and eerie sound instantly shattered the silence!
Visible to the naked eye!
A thin layer of frost, like a living white datura, spread wildly and rapidly across her petite body, centered on Liang Jin's palm!

Skin, hair, robes... everything that came into contact with this power was instantly covered with a crystalline, sharp, and shimmering white frost with a cold, eerie blue light!
The white frost thickened rapidly! It solidified!

Just a few heartbeats!

A jar of sharply defined, translucent ice, radiating a visible, ever-present, bone-chilling white aura.

Already...

That once vibrant young life was completely extinguished!

It froze her in that moment forever... this incredibly tragic... yet seemingly peaceful moment!

Ice coffin!

With blood as the catalyst! With hatred as the core! With the tears of my brother as the sacrifice... the immortal ice coffin!
A chill permeated the air!

Like a burst of frigid breath from the ancient far north!
The temperature in the courtyard plummeted; your breath turned to ice!
The cold white mist swirled around the ice, like countless mournful souls silently wailing in an ice coffin...

Sacred Heart Ice is his only remaining hope for the future!
Liang Jin slowly stood up.

He had his back to everyone.

On a face stained with tears and blood...

Only one remains...

The Nine Nether Hells were frozen...

Death! Silence!
Xu Zhaorong was completely stunned!

Tears, without warning, surged forth once again!

It wasn't sadness, but rather being awestruck by the silent rage before my eyes that surpassed all imagination!

She...was wrong! Utterly wrong!
This is not giving up!
This……

Yes……

Final tribute!
"Boom!!!"

Liang Jin slowly, as if carrying a heavy sacrificial vessel, carefully and solemnly embraced the Xuanbing coffin that exuded a deadly chill!
Embrace with both arms!

The weight of the ice coffin seemed to have no burden on him whatsoever, yet it made his entire figure...

It seemed incredibly...

Alone! Utterly alone!
Just when everyone thought this immense sorrow and silence would be permanently sealed away by a cold ending—

Liang Jin suddenly raised his head!
That face, stained with tears and blood, cold and empty, stood straight... facing the rising... scarlet sun in the east!
A sudden explosion rang out over the quiet inner courtyard of Chuxiu Palace…

Like thunderbolts crashing down from the heavens...

With enough force to rip eardrums...

Burning the three souls and seven spirits...

Weeping until the Yellow Springs and the Azure Heaven...

A curse that lasts for eternity...

Blood! Oath!

"Zhao! Hong! Yi—!!!!!!!!!!"

Every single word!

They were all like cursed spears stained with endless blood!

It carried with it the murderous intent to incinerate souls! It carried with it the deathly aura rising from the icy coffin! It pierced deep into the very marrow of the imperial city!

It smashed through the palace's glazed tiles! It pierced through the thick, high walls! It hurtled straight towards... the Golden Palace!
"Today! Right now!"

Liang Jin's voice no longer sounded human; it was more like the shrill cry of a monstrous dragon tearing through the sky, each syllable imprinted on the frozen air.
"If you don't die!!!"

His arms, which were wrapped around the ice coffin, tightened suddenly!
The sarcophagus containing the cold, frozen body of a loved one gleamed with an eerie and resolute cold light under the halo of the rising sun!

"I! Liang! Jin! Jiu! Will never! Go back!!!!!!!!!"

The whole world……

Suddenly, he lost his voice!

Only that thunderous roar, like a vengeful oracle...

On every roof ridge and every inch of the walls of this vast palace! Madly…

Reverberate! Shake! Resound!

(End of this chapter)