"Whoosh..."
The square erupted in uproar. The news was too shocking. Some people worried that the incident involving the winged people ten years ago would be repeated and tried to dissuade them.
"Remember, this is my decision. No one may obstruct it, or they will be ruthless." Empress Linglong's voice silenced everyone's attempts to dissuade her.
"Clang..."
"Whoosh..."
Tens of thousands of soldiers, led by the golden-armored general, all faced the empress.
"Greetings, Princess." Then everyone knelt down before Zhuzhu. This was their duty as the Imperial Guards of the capital, which was to be unconditionally loyal to the royal family.
The others present exchanged glances upon seeing this and could only follow suit and bow to Zhu Zhu.
A slight smile finally appeared on the Empress's lips.
"You just need to arrange the ceremony; I will take responsibility for anything that happens."
"Xiaoxiao, please extend invitations to the three holy lands and various human forces on my behalf," Empress Linglong then said to Lin Xiaoxiao.
"Yes," Lin Xiaoxiao replied quickly.
Afterwards, the Empress and Zhuzhu returned to the carriage, which continued towards the palace. Because the news was so shocking, people overlooked the oxcart behind them.
"That's quite imposing!" Dongfang Bubai remarked casually, turning his gaze away from the car window.
“Now things will get interesting…” Li Daoyi said with a smile.
The Brocade Palace, the palace where the Empress resides, is located behind the Palace of Stars. It is an extremely magnificent palace. At first glance, Li Daoyi felt that this palace looked like a palace in a movie, colorful and dazzling, just like the ancient costume version of "Curse of the Golden Flower".
"Your Majesty, we have arrived." The Empress and Zhuzhu walked over.
"Hmm, not bad." Li Daoyi nodded.
"I'm glad you like it, Your Excellency. I may need to trouble you again later," Lin Linglong said softly.
"Just do it, and I'll take care of anything else."
"Yes, thank you, Your Majesty." The Empress breathed a sigh of relief. The reason she was so eager to announce the investiture of Zhuzhu as soon as she returned today was actually at Li Daoyi's behest.
"Master." Zhu Zhu walked towards Li Daoyi somewhat nervously.
"What? Are you scared?" Li Daoyi reached out and patted Zhuzhu's little head.
"No, I'm just... a little nervous." Zhu Zhu blushed. She had never seen such a scene before, with so many people bowing to her.
“Remember, your senior brother is also an emperor. You can’t lose face. As my disciple, you must stand at the pinnacle of this world,” Li Daoyi said solemnly.
"Don't worry, Master." Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhu immediately regained her confidence. She didn't want to be outdone by that senior brother she had never met.
The news that Da Gan was going to bestow a title upon a princess, and its astonishing speed, spread throughout the human realm. Only then did people realize that the Empress had pulled a trick ten years ago, and the woman with heterochromia had finally reappeared in the world. Immediately, countless people set off for Da Gan.
In the central continent, in the sacred land of the Mysterious Maiden, there is a divine mountain floating in the air, surrounded by colorful clouds and various celestial birds flying about, resembling a blessed paradise.
Atop the sacred mountain stands a magnificent palace, entirely crafted from white jade, shimmering in the sunlight—this is the Xuan Nu Palace of the Xuan Nu Sacred Land.
At this moment, on the top floor of the Xuan Nu Palace, a woman with a veil covering her face and dressed in white fairy clothes was standing on the balcony gazing into the distance, while behind her knelt a woman in purple.
"Sect Master, Linglong acted somewhat rashly this time," the woman in purple said.
“This child has been very stubborn since she was a child. Once she makes a decision, even I can’t change it. Otherwise, why would the position of Holy Maiden of my Holy Land have been vacant for eighteen years?” The woman in white was Xue Qingyu, the current sect leader of the Xuan Nu Holy Land and a Martial Saint.
"Xueyun, you should go. This time, the Winged Humans will likely have a Martial Emperor. I will inform the Sword God Sect and have the Sect Master send a Martial Emperor as well. With the two of you, plus the other forces of our human race, I doubt the Winged Humans will dare to openly cause trouble, unless they want to provoke a war among all races," Xue Qingyu said.
"As you command," said the woman in purple, Xueyun, looking at the sect leader's back.
According to the Covenant of the Hundred Races, warriors at the level of Martial Saint are not allowed to act arbitrarily, so Xueyun also believed that the Winged Human Race would at most send out a Martial Emperor.
"Linglong, you're not a reckless person. What could have made you do this?" Xue Qingyu sighed, her gaze fixed on the Continent of Stars.
Five days passed quickly. Zhuxing City was much more lively than usual. The common people didn't care about heterochromia; they only knew that Daqian had a princess, which meant the royal family had an heir, something to be happy about.
At the same time, various forces also arrived in Zhuxing City by their own means of transportation. Among the hundred races, only the Winged People appeared. After all, five days was too short, and only the Winged People, who were adjacent to the Human Race, had time to come.
Because of what happened ten years ago, the appearance of the Winged People still drew strange looks from the human forces.
This time, ten people from the Winged Human Clan came. The leader was Yi Ming, a highly respected Martial Emperor in the Winged Human Clan. He also had another identity: a staunch supporter of the First Prince Yi Feiyu, the First Prince's uncle, and the younger brother of the Winged Human King. He was a member of the royal family of the Winged Human Clan. Apart from him, the other nine people all wore white masks, making it impossible to see their faces.
"call out…"
Just then, a sword beam streaked across the sky and flew towards the ceremony site.
"Sword God Sect." Yi Ming narrowed his eyes, a hint of apprehension in them, but he glanced behind him casually before returning to normal.
A figure appeared at the celebration site, accompanied by the light of a sword. It was a man dressed in a gray robe and standing on a sword.
"Senior Brother Jianyang."
Immediately afterward, another figure flew in from the sky; it was Xue Yun.
Dressed in purple, she slowly descended from the sky, like a fairy descending to earth.
"Hmm." The man nodded. He was Jian Yang, the Martial Emperor sent by the Sword God Sect. He was also the leader of the eight Martial Emperors of the Sword God Sect and the most promising expert to break through to the Martial Saint realm in the future.
Jianyang's response was very cold, but Xueyun didn't mind at all and slowly flew towards Jianyang.
At this moment, the surrounding human forces saw that the people from the two holy lands had arrived, and that they were Martial Emperor level experts, so they all came over to pay their respects.
Several human Martial Emperors were also present. The main reason they came to Da Gan was to give face to the Xuan Nu Holy Land and the Sword God Sect. Everyone knew that the Da Gan Empress's backer was the Xuan Nu Holy Land, and the Xuan Nu Holy Land was on good terms with the Sword God Sect.
"Jianyang, why don't you even greet your old friend?" Yiming, who was already seated in the VIP seat, couldn't help but speak up.
"A defeated opponent isn't worth my attention," Jianyang said without turning his head.
"Damn it, you..." Yi Ming's expression changed, and he stood up abruptly.
But a red aura came from behind him, forcing him to sit down again, though his gaze toward the human opposite him was filled with killing intent.
As more and more people arrived, the area around the celebration site gradually filled with people, all waiting for the appearance of the Empress and the Princess. Everyone wanted to see the person with heterochromia.
"Was Linglong's behavior instructed by you?" Jianyang asked Xueyun beside him from his seat.
“Senior Brother Jianyang, you’ve met Linglong before, don’t you understand this child’s personality?” Xueyun shook her head and said.
Upon hearing this, Jianyang couldn't help but frown, then looked at the winged people opposite him.
"Everyone, if Yi Ming and the others cause trouble later, please help me take them down," Jian Yang suddenly transmitted his voice to the human Martial Emperors around him.
"Don't worry, if they dare to make a move here, they will be violating the Hundred Races Alliance, and we will not hold back."
"Yeah, I've disliked these jerks for a long time."
Several emperors responded as well.
Although there are conflicts among humans, they all share a consensus that they must unite when facing other races.
"Knock knock knock..."
Just then, nine bells rang out from the palace.
Immediately afterwards, a large entourage escorted a phoenix palanquin out of the palace. Two people sat on the palanquin: Empress Linglong and Zhuzhu.
"That's the woman with heterochromia."
"Sure enough, the two eyes are different colors."
"I didn't expect it to be heterochromia."
"No wonder the Winged People went to great lengths to obtain this woman ten years ago. She has heterochromia. The God of War back then also had heterochromia."
People were amazed.
"Mother…"
Zhu Zhu was a little nervous, her little hands tightly gripping the Empress's hand.
"Don't be afraid, your master is here," the Empress comforted her.
Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhu turned around and glanced at the palace. Several figures were standing on the palace roof, none other than Li Daoyi and his group.
The phoenix carriage quickly arrived at the center of the celebration square and stopped on a high platform that had been erected.
Empress Linglong led Zhuzhu down the steps and slowly walked towards the high platform. On the platform were many memorial tablets, all of which were for the martial saints of the human race throughout the ages, as well as the ancestors of the Great Qian Dynasty.
Lin Linglong pulled Zhu Zhu down to kneel before the numerous memorial tablets.
"In the eighteenth year of Wu Yuan, I, the Emperor of Da Gan, Lin Linglong, reported to the ancestors of the human race and the forefathers of Da Gan that I have a daughter, Lin Zhuzhu, who was born with heterochromia and has the appearance of a martial goddess. I hereby bestow upon her the title of Princess of Da Gan and make her the Crown Prince of Da Gan."
After speaking, Empress Linglong kowtowed to the memorial tablets.
"Lin Zhuzhu thanks you." Zhuzhu also kowtowed.
Just as the mother and daughter finished their three kneelings and nine kowtows and stood up, the winged people finally made a move. Yi Ming spread his wings and slowly took off, and the nine people behind him also took off.
"You little rascal, you dared to deceive us ten years ago," Yi Ming said coldly.
"Yi Ming, how dare you!" Xue Yun immediately flew to the high platform, protecting Linglong and Zhuzhu behind her.
"Elder Xueyun," Empress Linglong called out.
"Swish swish..."
Immediately afterwards, Jianyang and the others also flew down onto the high platform.
"Clang..."
"I won't tolerate your insolence today, Yiming. Do you really think you can leave alive just because you have wings?" Jianyang said coldly as he drew his sword.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Suddenly, an arrogant voice came from the winged people's side, but it wasn't Yi Ming who was laughing, but the person behind him.
"Elder." Yi Ming respectfully stepped aside.
"boom…"
A powerful aura emanated from that person, instantly enveloping the entire city of Zhuxing in a terrifying atmosphere. People's bodies couldn't help but tremble, and dark clouds gradually filled the sky.
"How dare you break the contract and send a Martial Saint!" Jian Yang's face turned extremely ugly as he looked at the man.
"Martial Saint... Martial Saint." Everyone immediately sensed something was wrong. In front of a Martial Saint, no matter how many Martial Emperors there were, they would be of no use.
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