From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 398 Inheritance of the Great System

Since the Dragon Emperor's demise, China has maintained a state of isolation and has had very little contact with the outside world.

They don't initiate communication, nor do they pay attention to external situations; they focus solely on their vast territory.

It wasn't until the etheric tide swept across the world and the ancient immortals returned in droves that the endless debates among the court officials temporarily ceased.

After many years, they finally turned their light outward, but their arrogance, cultivated over the years, made them not pay enough attention to the outside world.

Even those spies who were sent out were merely products of the conflicts of interest among the officials; in reality, they had not yet truly turned their attention to the outside world.

Everything they did revolved around that throne that had been vacant for a thousand years, and as always, they never paid attention to the changes in the outside world.

When the Blood God Cult rose to power in the North and unified the region, they merely smiled dismissively, believing that the barbarians of the North would eventually fall apart once again.

Even as the Blood God Cult divided the Central Plains into two parts and gradually eroded the church's territory, they were still unwilling to wake up from their dream, at most sending out some spies as a token gesture.

Even when the Blood God Cult unified the three realms and split the Eternal Continent, their arrogance remained deeply rooted, and they never took this force seriously.

Their attitude towards Elena speaks volumes.

Even today, the Imperial Chancellor, who advocates welcoming back the Dragonborn, is only being polite to her because of her status as a Dragonborn.

Faced with the pressure from the military officer faction, he only thought for a moment before deciding to agree to the request, which was a tactic he had to take in order to buy time.

"That's settled then. I'll try my best to persuade her."

He had just opened his mouth when an unfamiliar voice rang out from the side.

"I object."

The whispers of officials, both high and low, in the imperial court were silenced, and the atmosphere became quiet.

Whether civil or military officials, they all held their breath and dared not utter a word in response.

This decision was a consensus reached with great difficulty by the two factions, representing not only the will of the prime minister and the general, but also the common idea of ​​the entire court.

It can be said that anyone who opposes this decision is going against the entire Chinese Empire.

So, at this very moment, who is openly opposing this, defying the world's opinion?

The prime minister remained expressionless, showing no emotion on his face, while the general was much more direct, revealing a hawk-like gaze.

They both turned around almost simultaneously, casting their gaze toward the direction from which the sound came.

And there, in the direction of the main entrance, stood three figures backlit by the light.

They were familiar with both figures. The one on the left was the person they had just been talking about, while the one on the right was, in name, a guard brought by the Dragonborn Princess, a powerful immortal.

The only person they were seeing for the first time was the young man in the middle.

Some of the civil and military officials used their divine senses to scan the young man directly, intending to test his strength and weaknesses.

However, the next moment, their divine senses felt a tremendous attraction, as if they were being swallowed by a black hole, and they all disappeared.

Their expressions changed drastically, and they subconsciously tried to withdraw their divine senses, only to find that their divine senses were like mud oxen sinking into the sea, constantly being pulled inwards, and they could not break free at all.

"Sever your divine senses." The prime minister's icy voice suddenly rang out, like a bucket of cold water being poured over them, making them regain their composure.

Most people disregarded the backlash and severed their divine senses. Those who were still hesitant, seeing that their colleagues had all made their choices, gritted their teeth and severed their divine senses as well.

Many people's faces turned a liverish color, which was the backlash caused by severing their divine senses.

"How dare you! Who are you? How dare you trespass into the imperial court! Seize him immediately!"

An official of considerable rank reacted and called out repeatedly, but none of the guards on either side responded to him.

They stared straight ahead, their posture upright, yet they seemed oblivious to the intruders, as if they hadn't seen anything at all.

This bizarre situation truly startled him and the other officials.

They were horrified, suspecting that the guards, including the Imperial Guards, had been taken into custody by the intruders.

But when did this happen? And who is that young man?

The officials had different thoughts, but the only thing they all had in common was their wariness of the youth.

"They've come with ill intentions." The general narrowed his eyes, his aura gradually turning dangerous.

The prime minister was equally cautious. While trying to contact the army outside the palace, he looked at Elena and said, "Your Highness, as a descendant of His Majesty, it is probably not appropriate for you to bring outsiders here without prior notice. This action will damage your reputation."

Before Elena could even open her mouth, Su Youli, standing to the side, had already let loose, allowing the deathly cold current to fill every corner of the palace.

Huhu.

A tremendous gust of wind reverberated throughout the palace, and apart from the guards who seemed to have become deaf and mute, all the officials in the hall couldn't help but take several steps back.

This eerie cold current is no ordinary thing; it is the manifestation of the authority of a high-ranking immortal. Those who are immortal will die upon contact with it, and even immortals will have a layer of skin scraped off if they encounter it.

But there was more than one immortal present; most of the higher-ranking officials also held the title of immortal.

Their energy merged into one, forming an invisible barrier that blocked the path of the cold current, preventing it from advancing further.

"Hmph, barbarians are barbarians," the general sneered, a sword now in his hand. "To act recklessly in the imperial court is a capital offense!"

He unleashed a burst of sword light, slashing heavily forward; one man and one sword, yet they displayed the imposing presence of a golden spear and iron horse.

The sounds of clashing metal echoed throughout the court, the shouts of soldiers and the neighing of horses filled the air, and the stench of blood and gore filled the air.

In a daze, the entire court seemed to have become a bloody battlefield, the starting point of a magnificent battle.

A large group of well-equipped soldiers charged into battle, wielding weapons, but their target was only three people.

The civil officials were initially taken aback, but then realized what the general was planning to do.

He clearly intended to use this opportunity to launch an attack, take the chance to kill the dragon princess they planned to support, and then conveniently disappear under the pretext of accidental injury.

"Stop!" The prime minister instantly lost his composure.

Things happened too suddenly, and it was too late for him to make a move. He could only watch helplessly as the golden armor and iron horses pointed directly at the three of them.

"Die!" The general grinned maliciously, as if he could already see the enemy's death.

A flash of cold light.

A chill ran down his neck, and before he could react, he felt all his strength suddenly drain from his body.

The viewpoint rises higher and higher, then suddenly drops.

"What's going on?"

Before his vision was completely swallowed by darkness, he saw a familiar figure still charging forward.

"What's that? It looks so familiar!"

Before his consciousness faded, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he finally understood.

That's my body...

'

The moment the head hit the ground, it turned into ashes and vanished completely, along with the general's headless body.

Everyone held their breath, as if they had seen something indescribable, and their brains went blank for a moment.

"How...how is this possible?"

A military officer muttered to himself, his mind filled with disbelief.

Witnessing the army's heads being sliced ​​off by a sword flash was a tremendous shock to him.

Moreover, he was the general's most trusted subordinate, and naturally he knew the general's strength best.

Those illusory images of battle and armor were real, and each one could unleash the full power of its corresponding character.

This is also the most elite army in the entire Zhen Dan, and under the leadership of the Great General, it can easily suppress high-ranking immortals.

With the blessing of the dragon vein, once the general fully unleashes his military might, it can be said that no one in the entire court, except for the prime minister, is his match.

But what did he see? Not only the general, but even the general's deployed army was wiped out in one move.

To achieve this, what kind of power must the person making the move possess?

Could an immortal achieve this? Or was it actually a single being that made the move...?

His thoughts came to an abrupt halt, and the general lowered his head, not daring to think any further.

Many others shared his thought, and while many managed to control their minds, daring not to think any further, some seemed possessed, stammering, "This...this isn't something an immortal could do, it's a demon, a demon!"

"Shut up!"

The official next to him reacted quickly, slapping the man hard across the face with his ceremonial tablet, making him swallow his words.

Meanwhile, many more people chose to lower their eyes, not daring to look at the three intruders.

"Hmm, why did you stop talking?"

Modi slowly sheathed his sword, his tone flat and even, though it was a question, he spoke it as a statement.

The civil and military officials felt a chill run down their spines. If they were to discuss the topic again, wouldn't that be like an old man hanging himself—wanting to die?

They immediately stopped talking and focused on their own thoughts, even forgetting to work together to resist the cold wave, resulting in some people getting covered in frost.

The official who had spoken rudely to the three men earlier now looked even uglier, wishing he could retire and return to his hometown as soon as possible.

For a long time, no one in the court responded; only the howling sound of the cold front echoed.

Seeing that no one answered, Modi did not waste any more time at the door, but said, "I am not here to carry out any terrorist attack, nor am I trying to seize power. I am just here to express my diplomatic support."

He ignored the officials, both high and low, around him and led the two men straight to the long-empty throne.

The prime minister lowered his eyes, only catching a glimpse of the three men's footsteps out of the corner of his eye.

When he reached the throne, Modi stopped and turned to face the civil and military officials in the court, forcing a smile on his face.

The plain red robe was instantly replaced by a magnificent black robe.

The material alone is clearly different from the red robe from before, not to mention the lifelike seven-headed red dragon embroidered on its surface.

In addition, a large sea of ​​blood was embroidered with cloud patterns on it, and the seven red dragons emerged from the sea of ​​blood, spreading their wings.

In the instant he changed clothes, a crown appeared on his head, resembling the horns that circled around a dragon's head.

"As the leader of the Blood God Cult, I am addressing you and offering my opinions on the matter of my cult's chief affairs officer succeeding as the new emperor of China."

He recalled the lines Elena had prepared for him and then said, "I and the Blood God Cult unconditionally support Elena's succession to the throne. Seeing her is seeing me."

Before this, most of the civil and military officials in the court would have taken his words as a joke and would have just laughed it off.

But now, no one dares to take this statement lightly, otherwise the Great General would serve as a cautionary tale.

After a long silence, the prime minister finally spoke.

He wasn't as happy as he had imagined when his plan would come to fruition; instead, he was filled with gloom.

"I agree with what this gentleman said. His Highness is a descendant of the Dragon Emperor and is rightfully entitled to inherit the throne."

After the death of the Grand General, the Prime Minister became the most powerful person in Zhen Dan in reality. No official present dared to disobey him, let alone with such a ruthless and cunning man standing there.

"I agree." "I second that."

Both civil and military officials agreed, and no one dared to voice any dissent at that moment.

Exhaling a breath of stale air, the prime minister looked at the cult leader again.

The seven red dragons on the black robe were lifelike, and each dragon head looked at him with malice.

He spoke in a deep voice, his back seemingly hunched over slightly, "Your Excellency, the Zhen Dan Empire will henceforth be at your beck and call. Are you satisfied with this outcome?"

Mordy smiled, his tone relaxed: "We are friendly nations. Once Elena ascends the throne, our relationship should be even better. Why be so stiff?"

"You mean...."

""

"However," he said, before the civil and military officials could breathe a sigh of relief, his tone hardening, "I urge you, brothers, to settle accounts clearly; what needs to be settled must be settled."

These words caused the hearts of all the civil and military officials to stop beating.

The prime minister lowered his head again, his voice trembling slightly.

"What do you mean by 'liquidation'?"

"It means exactly what it says. Don't pretend you don't understand. You should know very well what you did."

Modi glanced at the civil and military officials and smiled disdainfully.

"The military faction is openly opposing Elena, while your civil faction plans to create a puppet emperor in order to seize control of the China Dragon Vein."

With a sigh, Modi made no attempt to hide his disdain.

"You are all bound by this dragon vein. Not only have you not made any progress, but you also refuse to look at the outside world. You have even handed over the outer space to the church."

His words were full of disappointment and frustration, but the officials failed to grasp this, only fearing the word "liquidation" he uttered.

"But I am kind-hearted, and managing Aurora is not easy; it requires everyone's cooperation, therefore..."

""

He looked at the prime minister, then pointed to several other high-ranking officials, and said mercilessly, "Will you come yourselves, or shall I do it?"

The atmosphere inexplicably relaxed, and those who weren't called on secretly rejoiced, but those who were called on looked grim.

"If I do it myself, I still have a chance to live again. But if I take action, there will be no second chance. I hope you... will not cause surprise to our friendly nations."

After a long silence, the officials he had named all committed suicide one after another, their souls returning to silence, awaiting reunion.

Only the prime minister remained silent.

"I would like to ask you something," he began slowly, "are you the Lord of Demons?"

"Yes, but so what?" Mordy said, raising his hand.

"I have never experienced the power of a demon god before. To die at the hands of a demon god would be worthwhile."

Having said that, he swept away the gloom in his heart, and a brush slid out from his sleeve, the tip of which pointed at Modi.

Modi neither dodged nor avoided the brush, letting it pierce through his chest. His body was like a phantom, and the brush did not leave a trace of blood.

"Hmm?" The prime minister's eyes widened, as if he saw some kind of illusion behind him.

"Wait, this isn't an illusion, what is it?!"

Suddenly, he saw a group of phantoms appear behind Modi and rush towards him.

Among them was even the great general who had just turned around.

"hope, Yi," Modi smiled, "Don't worry, you'll be joining them soon."