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Chapter 151 The Three Punches of the European Emperor

In Fang Yun's eyes, the entire magnificent palace of Sacred Terra was a terrifyingly large energy aggregate.

Calling it a psionic sun is not an exaggeration at all.

The divine spirits unique to human emperors surge and converge here, their majestic and powerful might far surpassing that of the chaotic gods of the subspace.

"A form of power convergence."

He increasingly suspected that he had been sidelined by the emperor.

The way in which one's own divine and spiritual energy converges is very similar to that of the emperor's divine and spiritual energy.

Fang Yun stepped into the depths of the temple. Three hundred Imperial Guards, who were stationed in front of the Golden Throne, were dressed in golden armor and held weapons that shimmered with blue and white light, ready for battle.

Upon seeing Fang Yun step onto the Golden Throne, the head of the Imperial Guard immediately shouted sternly, "Stop! This is forbidden territory, otherwise..."

"Buzz~"

Fang Yun glanced at him, and a powerful surge of spiritual energy erupted from his body. From the perspective of the Imperial Guards, they were instantly suppressed by the overwhelming force, their bodies uncontrollably forced to kneel on the ground. The heavy pressure made it impossible for them to even look up.

He radiated a powerful, divine light.

This is divine holy power; although it suppresses his humanity, it possesses immense strength, allowing him to control his own limbs with ease.

Fang Yun's gaze pierced through layers of spiritual light barriers, finally clearly seeing the figure sitting on the golden throne.

"Your Majesty, we should talk!"

That body was old and withered. Its once towering and majestic figure had long been worn away by endless suffering. Its flesh was dry and shrunken, and it no longer possessed the peerless demeanor that once looked down upon the world.

Terra Palace is situated at a crucial juncture where the real world and the warp rift converge. An invisible force of tearing and erosion relentlessly gnaws at his soul and body day and night.

Silent agonizing cries echoed across the psionic plane; there were no roars, but they concealed a torment that penetrated to the very marrow of one's bones.

For millennia, he has sat alone here, using his own flesh and soul as shackles to firmly block the passage of chaos and calamity into the human world, bearing the heavy burden of the survival of the entire human civilization on his shoulders alone.

Time wears down sharp edges, and suffering ravages the body.

The once supreme ruler who dominated the stars and traversed the universe is now trapped on a cold golden throne, enduring endless torment year after year. An overwhelming sense of loneliness, desolation, and tragedy washes over the entire silent temple.

Even someone as detached as Fang Yun couldn't help but feel a deep sense of solemnity, compassion, and sympathy upon gazing at the figure who had dedicated his entire life to protecting humanity, and he felt a profound respect for this pioneer of humanity.

He came to hold the Emperor accountable, but seeing the Emperor, the ruler of mankind, in such a state, he hesitated.

He has done enough for humanity.

But just as Fang Yun was feeling sentimental, a strange change suddenly occurred.

On the golden throne, the emperor's withered corpse was gradually disintegrating.

Fang Yun's scrutinizing gaze faltered.

broken!

The emperor's body was disintegrating at an increasingly rapid pace, as if it were about to vanish into nothingness.

In no time, the emperor's withered body, which had been clearly visible just moments before, vanished into thin air, and the majestic and solemn golden throne was instantly empty.

Buzz~ Hiss~ Snap~

A noise that tears your eardrums, accompanied by a powerful twisting force.

In an instant, space twisted and collapsed.

A terrifying, pitch-black rift suddenly tore open from the ground beneath the temple, unleashing a violent surge of warp energy. A chaotic torrent, capable of corroding everything, roared and surged, instantly plunging the entire Terra Temple into a cataclysmic crisis.

Through that gap, one could vaguely see countless phantom images of demons spying on reality.

Fang Yun's pupils contracted sharply, and anger instantly swept over his mind.

You've got a bad reputation, you weasel!

He had imagined countless times what it would be like to face the Emperor directly, with angry questioning, awe, exploration, deliberation, confrontation and open discussion, but he never expected that the truth about Terra that he saw for the first time would be such a desperate scene.

He was acutely aware of the significance of the Golden Throne—it was the last barrier to block the human network and isolate the Warp.

Once the Emperor disappears and the network collapses, the rampant chaotic torrent will instantly tear apart the foundation of Holy Terra, sweeping across the entire human empire. Nearly 99% of human beings will be completely wiped out in the catastrophe, becoming nourishment for the Emperor. Millennia of foundations, millions of planets, and billions of people will all turn to ashes.

"You'd better sit properly on the toilet!"

He has many plans that can change the current desperate situation of humanity and emperors.

However, every plan Fang Yun envisioned would require the Emperor to continue using the toilet.

Instead of simply lifting his buttocks and running away.

Are you in such a hurry to run away?

"Old man, didn't you ever think about what would happen if I ran away too?"

If Fang Yun also runs away, humanity will be completely doomed.

We must not allow such a tragedy to happen!

In an instant, all the respect, sympathy and pity in Fang Yun's heart vanished, leaving only extreme urgency and furious anger at being tricked.

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He gritted his teeth and concentrated his strength, unleashing boundless divine and holy energy that surged and swept across the temple. He took a step forward, raised his hand, and pressed down hard on the demonic rift that was tearing the heavens and earth apart. He vowed to use his supreme power to forcefully suppress this catastrophe that was about to destroy the human race, and to protect the entire human civilization with his own body.

Just as Fang Yun's immense spiritual power was about to crash into the void rift and fill the collapsed network, a muffled loud bang shook the entire palace. The entire scene within the temple suddenly changed drastically; the shattered void, the surging chaos, and the apocalyptic phenomena all vanished into thin air.

Fang Yun frowned, immediately withdrawing all his power. His face was ashen and impassive as he questioned in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, what do you mean?"

As light and shadow shifted and reality and illusion alternated, the figure that had just disappeared sat firmly on the golden throne once more, still with the same withered and tragic appearance of someone who suppressed the void rift day and night, enduring endless torment, just as Fang Yun had initially seen.

It turns out that the apocalyptic scene of an empty throne, a collapsed network, and the destruction of Terra was, from beginning to end, a top-level illusion constructed by the Emperor with his supreme divine power.

This was not because Fang Yun lacked perception or strength, but because the power of the human emperor's origin, which had been dormant for ten thousand years and possessed endless depths, was too terrifying.

The emperor, worshipped by millions of planets and countless humans for millennia, possessed power far exceeding that of any chaotic evil god.

The illusion he created could not be discovered by anyone immediately.

This illusion perfectly obscures all perception and spiritual exploration in the world; it is so real as to be unfathomable as to be unsolvable.

Only when Fang Yun broke through this barrier of power with all his might did the illusion shatter completely, and the true scene that had been deliberately concealed was finally revealed to the world.

Fang Yun focused his mind and expanded his spiritual perception to its maximum, keenly capturing a faint tremor, almost imperceptible, deep within the divine spiritual energy permeating the entire temple.

No words were needed, no sound was required; a vast, ancient thought, spanning millennia of silence, was directly imprinted, penetrated, and etched into his mind, clear and profound—

You finally came.

This is the will unique to human emperors, slow and solemn, penetrating through layers of time's deathly silence and millennia of solitude, quietly reaching the depths of Fang Yun's perception.

Fang Yun remained calm, showing neither sorrow nor joy, and walked silently, step by step, unhurriedly, directly toward the towering golden throne.

Upon seeing this, the Imperial Guards, who were kneeling on the ground and deeply shocked, instantly erupted in extreme rage and fury.

In the sacred Temple of Terra, before the supreme throne of the Emperor, to take even one more step without permission is blasphemy and an unforgivable transgression!

They endured the terrifying spiritual pressure that suppressed everything around them, their eyes bloodshot, their teeth clenched, roaring and struggling, their muscles bulging, desperately trying to get up and stop Fang Yun, vowing to protect the glory of the throne, defend the supreme majesty of the emperor, and fulfill the eternal oath of loyalty of the Imperial Guard.

"Stop right there!!!"

Fang Yun merely sank his spiritual energy slightly, and an invisible, boundless, and immense force once again crushed down, covering the entire temple.

In an instant, all the struggling Imperial Guards were once again pinned to the cold ground, unable to move an inch. Their heads were pressed firmly against the cold temple bricks, their throats emitting roars of resentment, rage, and humiliation. With all the loyalty and determination of the Imperial Guards, they silently denounced the uninvited guest who was approaching step by step and desecrating the supreme throne.

Fang Yun ignored this completely, and walked step by step to the front of the golden throne, standing steadily in front of that withered and tragic figure who had protected the human race for thousands of years.

The Emperor's own spiritual energy domain, if one gets close enough, can directly infect the Imperial Guards, but Fang Yun is not afraid of this influence at all.

The anger that had been building up in his eyes surged up completely and could no longer be suppressed. He suddenly raised his hand, clenched his iron fist, and, with all his disappointment and resentment, threw a punch at the emperor's withered and emaciated body, his face already showing bones!

Bang-!

A deep, resounding boom echoed throughout the temple and the entire silent, cold palace.

This powerful punch, imbued with boundless rage, landed squarely on the emperor's withered and decaying body, yet it caused no injury whatsoever.

But this extreme act of blasphemy, performed in front of the Holy Land of Terra and all the members of the Imperial Guard, before the Emperor's Throne, completely ignited the remaining rationality of all the Imperial Guard members.

"stop...

""

"Blasphemer..."

""

They struggled frantically, their blood boiling, their minds trembling and roaring, using the most severe and resolute oaths and curses in the world to denounce Fang Yun's arrogance, presumption, and disrespect.

Their revered emperor was actually whipped on his corpse.

This reminded them of the scene ten thousand years ago, when they failed to protect the emperor, and now they still fail to protect the emperor.

Blasphemy!!!

Fang Yun remained indifferent, his eyes icy and piercing as he silently stared at the aged figure seated on the throne. He spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice as cold as an abyss frozen for millennia: "Do you know what you're doing?"

"Old man!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a clear and holy white-gold energy phantom slowly rose from the emperor's withered and decaying body, which had suffered for thousands of years.

The illusory figure solidified and solemn, exuding immense majesty. Within it lay the weariness, forbearance, loneliness, and helplessness accumulated over millennia. It slowly emanated an ancient and deep thought that transcended eternity: "I apologize. This is a necessary trial. I must ascertain your true heart and attitude towards humanity."

The Emperor's Trial of Fang Yun.

Because the Emperor could not be certain whether the person before him was capable of inheriting the human empire, he repeated the choice he had made years ago.

When Fang Yun used his own strength to make the same choice as he had made years ago, he was certain.

Humanity can be entrusted to Fang Yun.

Upon hearing this, Fang Yun's long-suppressed indignation erupted completely. The endless sense of absurdity and overwhelming rage surged within him. Without further hesitation, he raised his hand and threw a second punch, which landed heavily on the emperor's body.

"Who do you think you are!"

He stared intently at the suspended white-gold phantom, his voice cold and forceful, each word piercing to the heart: "Do you know what you're doing?"

"Do others have to do things your way?"

Witnessing the collapse of the network, the fall of Terra, and the near extinction of billions of humans, Fang Yun had already made a decision in an instant. He was prepared to fill the broken rift with his own body, to bear all the calamities, all the erosion, and all the endless suffering, to protect the entire human civilization and billions of innocent lives with his own body.

But he never expected that the apocalyptic predicament that could overturn the starry sea and exterminate billions of humans, the world-ending disaster that led him to his death, was, from beginning to end, just a test, a cold trial, carefully laid out by the emperor.

The absurdity of being schemed against, the anger of being deliberately tested, and the disappointment of being reduced to a joke by risking one's life completely ignited all the resentment in Fang Yun's heart.

He remained silent for a long time, letting the emotions surging in his chest slowly settle, accumulating all the disappointment, resentment, and coldness. He clenched his fists tightly, his bones cracking, and after a long period of gathering strength, he delivered his third punch.

Although, but.

No matter how angry or how resistant Fang Yun was.

Fang Yun did indeed do just that.

He could not allow humanity in an entire universe to become extinct.

How disgusting.

But he will definitely do it.

"Are you plotting against the commander of the Human Rights Federation?"

The dull thud echoed again, heavy and desolate, lingering in the empty, cold, and deathly silent temple.

The three punches landed without harming the emperor in the slightest or breaking the throne in the middle, yet they were a great humiliation.

Of course, there is another way to describe it.

Whipping the corpse.

Fang Yun slowly loosened his taut, white knuckles, completely ceasing all outbursts of emotion. He forcefully suppressed the surging resentment and anger within him, his gaze fixed on the figure on the throne, and asked the question that had been buried deep in his heart for so long, a question that transcended worlds and permeated his entire past.

"I want to know, is my coming into this world related to you?"

In the silent temple, the emperor's platinum-gold spiritual energy fluctuated slightly and trembled gently. A calm, ancient, and incredibly clear thought once again steadily entered Fang Yun's mind: "No, it's just a coincidence."

"It's just that I've noticed how different you are."

"You can save humanity...."

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Fang Yun raised his eyes, looking beyond the towering golden throne, towards the outside of the palace, towards this human territory that had suffered from war, loss of life, and devastation.

"You're the same bastard as always."

"You are a qualified ruler of mankind, but you have never been a qualified father, much less a qualified person."

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