Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

Night turns into day, and day is then swallowed by darkness.

High above, various colors of light lit up one after another, and the world became sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

Sometimes the wind and clouds surge, sometimes lightning flashes and thunder roars, sometimes the land is frozen solid for miles...

Blood rivers spread through the city, and thick blood mist rose from the earth, turning the full moon overhead blood-red.

As the blood moon descended, a vast expanse of yin energy gathered, forming a giant vortex with a diameter of a hundred feet. A black tornado instantly materialized and raged across the sky above Qi'an City.

Bricks, tiles, soil, trees, lanterns...

Everything in the city surged upwards.

A gust of cold wind swept through, and the mortals touched by it fell silent. The next second, their flesh and blood melted away, leaving only stark white bones that fell to the ground and were swallowed by the sea of ​​blood.

"Hehehe!!!"

Sinister laughter echoed through the streets as countless skulls emerged from the dark clouds, carrying a chilling aura, and lunged at the soldiers below.

Thousands upon thousands of sword lights shot into the sky, colliding with the overwhelming number of skulls.

The sword energy, sharp enough to shatter metal and stone, collided with the demonic energy that condensed the dark side of all spirits. The invisible shockwaves rushed outwards, breaking roof beams, tearing armor, and scraping nearby soldiers into bloody messes.

Centered on the imperial carriage of Emperor Ningxia of the Great Qi Dynasty, land deities from all corners of the land displayed their supernatural powers, turning Qi'an City into a battlefield for the gods.

……

In the Seventh Ring Road, in a narrow alley, inside an unnamed hut on the edge of the flag-raising area.

The young couple, who had just become parents, collapsed by the window, with blood oozing from their mouths and noses.

An invisible red line pierced through the couple's heads, leading to the center of the formation.

Strands of blood energy were drawn from the bodies of people on the ground, stripping away all life force at a seemingly slow but actually extremely fast speed.

The baby on the bed was curled up, with streaks of blood visible on its body.

The baby's face was deathly pale, as if it might lose its life at any moment.

The chubby little hand rests on the edge of the bed. Judging from the position of the hand, before everything froze, the baby seemed to be struggling to reach for his parents, but now he is motionless.

In the house separated by a wall, two children huddled together, covering their mouths, curled up tightly in the corner of the yard.

There was one big and one small; the bigger one was a girl, who looked to be about eleven or twelve years old.

The smaller one is a boy, who looks only six or seven years old.

A dragon-shaped jade pendant emitted a faint glow, keeping the life-draining red thread at bay.

They were separated by only a wall, yet one was on the verge of life and death while the other was still able to communicate normally.

"Sister, it's so scary outside... Are we going to die...?"

"Yu'er, don't be afraid, don't be afraid. We have the jade pendant that Father left us, so everything will be alright, everything will be alright..."

The boy curled up his legs and shrank back even further, whispering.

"Sister, Grandpa Wind hasn't come back yet. Does he not want us anymore...?"

The older sister shook her head, leaned forward, and pulled her younger brother a little closer to her.

"Don't overthink it. Ever since our ancestor, King Wei, was harmed by treacherous people, Grandpa Feng has protected our lineage for generations. He has been loyal for nearly a hundred years and has taught us siblings everything he knows."

Yu'er, don't overthink it. Grandpa Feng won't abandon us. He must be held back by the traitors outside..."

When Jun Yunxin was vying for the throne, the first to die was the Prince of Wei.

Almost no one knows that the King of Wei left behind descendants.

No one would have imagined that even now, an elderly celestial martial saint is protecting the bloodline of the King of Wei.

"Boom!"

Another deafening roar echoed through the night sky, thunder roared, and golden lightning ripped through the heavens, crashing down upon the earth as if to tear the world apart.

Five miles away on the street, the phantom of the chessboard encompassed everything within a radius of one mile.

The old chess master sat upright among the clouds, with a miniature jade chessboard in front of him.

A halo of hundreds and thousands of colors rippled around the edge of the chessboard.

The chessboard may seem to cover only a radius of one mile, but if you are deep inside it, you will feel as if you are trapped in a world without boundaries.

Above the sky, a giant hand continuously drops chess pieces, changing the world.

With each black stone that falls, a towering mountain rises from the ground in this world that seems both real and illusory.

With each white piece placed on the board, a mighty river will appear among the mountains, stirring up towering waves.

Jun Ningxia's imperial carriage was trapped in the center of the chessboard. The golden dragon representing the destiny of the nation, Daqi, surged among the mountains, but could not break through this illusory world.

Inside the golden imperial carriage, carved with mountains, rivers, sun, and moon, the current Emperor Ningxia of the Great Qi Dynasty leaned against the window, quietly watching everything happening outside through the half-closed curtains.

At this moment, the soldiers around the Great Qi Emperor had all died or been wounded, and he was now all alone in the magnificent imperial carriage.

The swordsman who was openly responsible for protecting him was held back by the enemy, and Emperor Qiwen, who later appeared, was besieged by several terrestrial immortals, and his fate was unknown.

None of the five terrestrial deities who were supposed to come to his rescue appeared, and Qi'an City was transformed into a living hell.

Even if Jun Ningxia had no idea, she could tell that something terrible must have happened.

His "dear father" has probably suffered a major setback this time.

Despite facing certain death, Jun Ningxia remained calm.

This was partly because he had been emperor for over thirty years and was no longer one to show his emotions, and partly because Jun Ningxia knew this in her heart.

As a puppet emperor supported by his father, Emperor Jun Cheng'an, his thoughts were unimportant, as was his life and death.

As the emperor of a nation, Jun Ningxia's heart died the moment he was thrown out as bait.

Using the ruler of a nation as bait, risking the turmoil of the world, all for that so-called path.

Jun Ningxia truly couldn't understand. He couldn't comprehend Jun Cheng'an's thoughts, nor could he understand the future Jun Cheng'an spoke of.

The current Jun Cheng'an is completely unfamiliar to him, as if he were a different person, so much so that even his most valued son wouldn't recognize him.

He was taught the ways of governing a country in his childhood and how to become a wise ruler. After growing up, he served as the crown prince for decades, working diligently and conscientiously.

After decades of hard work, he finally sat on the throne of the supreme ruler, with the opportunity to realize his great ambitions, but he was restricted at every turn and became a puppet controlled by a remote controller.

In the end, his "dear father" actually smiled at him, just to make him willingly become the bait.

Jun Ningxia knew perfectly well that the moment this plan, which had never been discussed with him, was finalized, death was the only outcome awaiting him.

How could he not know that Jun Ningxia, the high and mighty Emperor of the Great Qi Dynasty, had never had the right to refuse?

It was nothing more than using his own death to ensure his child could smoothly inherit the throne.

Looking out the window at the world, Jun Ningxia knew that his seemingly glorious and magnificent life was ultimately just a joke.

At this moment, Jun Ningxia felt neither anger, nor resentment, nor relief; all she felt was an indescribable calm.

They all lost...

His father, who was so shrewd in his calculations, ultimately made a mistake and lost the game.

It's a pity for the people of Qi'an City, who suffered an undeserved disaster.

It's a pity for the 800 million people of Daqi; the days ahead will likely be even more difficult.

The life they could have endured if they had just put up with it will be gone after tonight. What awaits them is countless famines and countless wars.

Perhaps history books will record only a few brief mentions of it.

War broke out everywhere, and people even resorted to cannibalism.

This is roughly the fate of countless people in the future.

If possible, he wanted to make one last attempt to do one last thing for the eight hundred million people of this great Qi.