Chapter 1427: 693: Altar Mutation! World in Turmoil! (Part 2)

Capítulo 1427: Chapter 693: Altar Mutation! World in Turmoil! (Part 2)

On the ground, the wisp of black energy from before was about to sink into the depths, but at this moment, it was caught by a crimson glow, just like ice meeting fire.

A sizzling sound was emitted.

And from the black energy came a faint, terrified voice:

“Holy… Altar!”

The Qi Fortune Altar continued to turn, as if it was setting the gears of destiny in motion.

Chen Yuan was waiting for the guidance of this opportunity.

Thinking that the unusual purple Qi Fortune should bring something noteworthy.

…

…

Jingtai is dead, slain before all eyes.

Not giving anyone a chance to react.

Just now, the strongmen of the imperial court were thrilled by the sudden shift in the situation, believing that the court, after all, was not something the Jianghu could compare to.

Nor could Chen Yuan shake it.

But the result, the result…

The result was that the newly risen Emperor was struck down in the void by Chen Yuan’s sword, bursting into a spray of fireworks, blinding everyone’s eyes.

“Dead… again….”

Sima Ke stood there, stunned. Just now, he was even a bit happy, after all, the Emperor was his father, and the throne was held by their Sima Family.

But the situation twisted and turned, yet remained the same.

Fulfilling what his royal sister had said.

“It’s not over, don’t jump to conclusions. Your father might die again in a while.”

He turned his gaze to his royal sister Pingyang, finding that she also shed a single tear at this moment, a tear devoid of sorrow, mumbling:

“Great Jin… has collapsed.”

As his royal sister ignored him, Sima Ke then turned his gaze to his Noble Consort mother, hesitated for a moment, and whispered:

“Mother, my father… is dead.”

To his surprise, Noble Consort Yang smacked his head, scolding:

“Nonsense, isn’t your father still standing there just fine?”

Following his mother’s pointed finger, he saw… the silhouette of Chen Yuan.

Sima Ke: “…..”

“Phew….”

Zhang Yantong let out a long breath, no longer inclined to act, took out a wine pouch from his storage treasure, took a swig, and muttered to himself:

“Bloody thief, how amusing, the Emperor is dead, yet old Zhang seems to have already boarded another ship, this young man… truly is extraordinary.”

Xiao Jing, on the other hand, felt a flash of confusion for some reason.

He was an undercover agent, hidden within the Great Jin Dynasty, and now, seeing the Sima family’s empire about to crumble, his master hadn’t contacted him.

What’s the meaning of this? To remain loyal to the Sima family to the very end?

The halted swords of the Heavenly Patrol Bureau’s Military Guards and many court tributes were momentarily stunned, ceasing their actions, but soon, some reacted, fleeing frantically towards the Capital.

The Emperor is dead, what’s the point in fighting!

Their rout began, followed by a complete collapse below, unlike last time, which was initially silent,

but within just dozens of breaths, the Emperor was alive again.

But this time was different; the Emperor was truly dead.

As for those Jianghu Martial Artists, they had no desire to pursue; instead, they were overwhelmed with joy.

In this battle, they killed the Emperor.

Slew the True Monarch, and slaughtered many court strongmen.

The world… is in chaos!!!

If the court strongmen’s initial rout was just the beginning, the collapse of the hundreds of thousands of Forbidden Army truly was a scattering of monkeys upon the downfall of a tree, originally sustained by sheer determination.

Now, with Jingtai’s demise, they crumbled instantly.

The battle formation broke first, followed by countless soldiers frantically fleeing in all directions.

Even if the Gu Family’s patriarch killed how many, it couldn’t be thoroughly done, and he didn’t want to continue either, as he always feared that Chen Yuan, who had just slain Jingtai, would turn on him.

After all, he had long ceased to hide his desire for revenge for his great-grandson Gu He, and had been paying close attention to Chen Yuan, so, in his anxiety, he… fled too.

Not even having time to enjoy the fruits of victory afterward, he dashed off in one direction!

The Daoist of Qingxu from Shushan was a bit surprised, not quite understanding the situation; clearly, they had the upper hand, so why did this old Gu friend flee so desperately?

What’s going on?

He couldn’t figure it out, so he didn’t stop to intercept; as ‘one of their own’ was in conflict, it seemed inappropriate, so he just watched him leave directly.

“Hehe….”

Sealing Yuan Taoist chuckled softly twice, as if Jingtai’s death was no big deal, not furious, simply retrieving the Mixed Element Divine Map, ceasing his attack on Song Yingqiao.

Song Yingqiao let out a long breath, feeling lingering fear.

If the fight continued, it wouldn’t even take an hour, barely a quarter-hour, even with the True Martial Immortal Sword in hand, he couldn’t hold out any longer.

“This item is yours, help this poor Taoist deliver it to Chen Yuan.”

Sealing Yuan Taoist tossed a mystical pen to Song Yingqiao.

“What is this?”

Song Yingqiao examined the item before him, showing a look of doubt.

From mortal combat moments ago to now passing on an item, it was truly strange.

“This item is named the Wind and Cloud Brush, it belonged to Painting Saint Wu Daozi. Once you deliver it to him, you’ll understand.”

In the Stargazing Tower, Jingtai casually handed this item to him; he himself wasn’t sure of its significance either, but could sense that it seemed to contain a faint Primordial Spirit.

It seems likely to be Wu Daozi.

“Alright.”

Song Yingqiao nodded.

“Also, don’t forget to pass my regards to the old Heavenly Master. To break through the Six Realms in such a situation and condense the flower on top is quite extraordinary.”