Those people had no idea what had happened; they didn't even see who killed them before their lives were cut short.
They never imagined, even in their dying moments, that someone with the strength of a Celestial Saint would perish on a small, mortal continent.
Seeing Ruan Xiyan's figure, Ling Zhiheng and the others rubbed their eyes in disbelief, "Little sister!"
It wasn't until Ruan Xiyan walked up to them and helped them up from the ground that they came to their senses—their sister was back!
"Yan'er".
"Little sister, am I dreaming?" Ling Jingyan pinched herself. It hurt, so it wasn't a dream, it was real!
Ling Zhiheng was also filled with the joy of reunion, but when he saw that Ruan Xiyan's expression was a little strange, he realized that something might have happened, and his expression immediately became serious.
"Yan'er, what happened?"
"Second brother, third brother, Father... something has happened."
In the imperial palace, upon seeing Ling Yunchen lying there, Ling Zhiheng and Ling Jingyan's faces turned pale instantly.
"How could this be? Father was perfectly fine not long ago." Ling Jingyan's eyes were full of disbelief. "Father is already a Transcendent Realm expert. Father is so powerful, who on the continent could kill him so easily?"
“The group that attacked the Imperial City today is clearly not from the secular continent.” Ling Zhiheng clenched his fists.
Ruan Xiyan slowly walked to Ling Yunchen's side. "It's all because of me. They came to take revenge on me. If it weren't for me, Father wouldn't have died because of this."
She knelt on the ground, overwhelmed with grief, but also filled with self-blame and remorse.
Her tears streamed down her face like beads from a broken string. Even on the cultivation continent, there were very few experts at the Immortal Saint Realm. How could so many Immortal Saint Realm experts have come to the mortal continent?
They were not from the cultivation continent, and they also had strange marks on their bodies.
She had heard that on the Nine Provinces Continent, if one had no power, influence, or background, even a powerful immortal saint would only become a slave upon arrival, and would be branded with a humiliating slave mark.
They came from the Nine Provinces Continent, and she only had a conflict with Fu Yashan of the Nine Provinces Continent's divine race. It was Fu Yashan who was retaliating against her, and it was Fu Yashan who sent people to destroy the Imperial City.
Ruan Xiyan's fingernails dug so hard into the flesh of her palm that blood dripped onto the ground through the gaps between her fingers.
Fu Yashan! She'll remember this grudge, and one day she'll make her taste this excruciating pain too!
"Yan'er, it's not your fault. None of us have the ability to predict the future. No one could have imagined that today would happen," Ling Haoyang comforted her.
"Yan'er, you will inevitably encounter enemies as you cultivate and adventure in the perilous cultivation world. When you encounter enemies, you should be decisive and ruthless, and never hesitate."
"That's right, no matter what, it's not your fault. If someone comes to kill you, you can't just stand there and let them kill you."
Although Ling Zhiheng and the others were grieving, they did not forget to comfort Ruan Xiyan, fearing that she would take all the blame upon herself.
Their father is no longer here, and Yan'er cannot afford to get into any more trouble. They are afraid that Yan'er might do something impulsive, so they must take good care of their younger sister for their father's sake.
On the battlefield where gods and demons meet.
Looking at the countless corpses lying at his feet, a demon general wiped the blood that had accidentally splattered on his face and said excitedly, "Your Majesty, the gods are being defeated one after another, and we have reclaimed a lot of territory. It's really exhilarating."
In the war between gods and demons, although it is hard to admit, it must be said that the demon race has always been at a disadvantage.
Especially after the major upheaval in the Demon Realm, the Venerable One was depressed for a long time. He not only neglected the affairs of the Demon Clan, but also disappeared from time to time, leaving no trace.
Later, His Majesty's condition gradually recovered, but the gods had been rampant for a long time, and more and more of the demons' territories were occupied by the gods.
Not long ago, His Excellency returned to regroup and prepare for a counterattack, and the situation of the Demon Clan improved considerably.
With the Venerable One leading them, the demon race's morale soared, and they were invincible.
"Your Majesty, I have heard that the Divine Realm has sent a goddess of the Divine Race. She cultivates the Divine Race's top techniques, and when she unleashes her full power, her combat strength can touch the level of a Divine Venerable."
"That goddess must be very difficult to deal with. Before the gods' reinforcements arrive, why don't we take advantage of this opportunity and seize some more of the gods' territory?"
A dark glint flashed in Jun Yu's eyes.
He had heard of the goddess of the gods before. She was the next successor carefully cultivated by that old immortal of the gods since childhood, and she was a genius that the gods would only see once in ten thousand years.
He really wanted to see what kind of skills the successor that old codger Huanyu had cultivated was.
Just as Jun Yu was about to give the order, an indescribable, sharp pain suddenly shot through his chest.
He clutched his chest, his eyes sharpening. Ah Yan? Could something have happened to Ah Yan?
"I have something to attend to and need to leave. You all stay here and rest, and guard this city well."
"Your Majesty, the gods have been routed. Now is the perfect time to press our advantage and capture the most important pass between the gods and demons."
"When the goddess of the gods arrives, our demon race will occupy the strategic pass, and they will be powerless to stop them. Forgive my disrespectful words, but what could be more important than the demon race that would make Your Majesty abandon the demon race at this time?"
"Insolence!" Jun Yu roared. "What I do is none of your business. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't even be able to protect your current demon territory."
“You are all useless and incompetent, relying entirely on me. Now you dare to question my orders.”
Not to mention the demon race, even if the gods and demons were combined, they wouldn't be as good as one Ayan.
He wasn't exactly a demon to begin with; it was Ayan who brought him back and gave him a home.
Without Ayan, nothing in this world would exist for him.
Ayan is someone he can forget everything else about, someone more important than his own life. Now he senses that Ayan is in great pain, and he must go see her.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I spoke recklessly." The general lowered his head as soon as he saw Jun Yu's anger.
Jun Yu ignored him and turned to leave the battlefield.
The Imperial Palace of the Yunli Empire.
Ruan Xiyan looked at Ling Yunchen with a sorrowful expression, her eyes filled with an endless stillness.
Ling Haoyang and the others stood silently by her side, keeping her company without saying a word, afraid that Ruan Xiyan wouldn't be able to get over her mental hurdle.
"Ayan." A cautious voice suddenly entered Ruan Xiyan's ears.
Hearing the familiar voice, Ruan Xiyan stiffened her head and looked over.
When she saw the figure walking quickly towards her, Ruan Xiyan's eyes reddened, and she felt an urge to cry again.
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