Imperial Treasure

His face changed dramatically, all his gentleness and composure crumbled.

"Where do you want to go... to the Ninefold Demon Tower?"

"That’s nothing but a baseless rumor, some people are deliberately trying to harm you!"

"Imperial Crown, give me time, I will handle it, there won’t be any issues."

Even if it takes killing to stop the killing, it will be done!

"Yuqing"

She called him.

Ten years, it’s been ten years since he ascended the throne.

Or perhaps, it’s been nearly twenty years since they met.

It’s the first time she called his name.

Yet he felt his whole heart was about to shatter.

"You are the emperor,"

You are the emperor,

So you should know what is best to do.

Precisely because you are the emperor!

"Emperor!" he growled low, stepping forward and clutching that door.

"I know I am the emperor! This world belongs to me! So what! I’m the emperor! But I’m always so far from you! Never can be closer by a step!"

"I’ve never dared to wish for more, only hoped to see you, a year, ten years, it doesn’t matter to me! This distance of three steps, even if it stayed this way for a lifetime, I wouldn’t regret it, but you... you can’t do this."

"You can treat me as you did before, as an ordinary, unpopular prince, a strategist scholar, a court justice, it could be, or even treat me as a stranger, but you’ve always been avoiding me."

His pupils were bloodshot.

Angry?

Only desolation.

"What did I do wrong?"

He dared not take a step closer, more restrained than anyone else in this world, while Loulan was brazen, even the little junior sister admired her, could earn her gentleness and tolerance.

What about him?

They all say desire unmet, he doesn’t desire unmet, only hopes she can be safe.

Is even that not possible?

He covered his face, took a deep breath, his lips trembling.

Looking at the shadowy figure facing him through the gauze window.

He couldn’t see her face, naturally not her expression.

But... he knew they had never been close.

She held the world in her heart, he held the world in his hands.

Any stirring would turn all this into a deadlock.

He stepped back a few steps and knelt down.

"Imperial Crown, even if I have to beg you, you cannot go to the Ninefold Demon Tower, give me another three days."

Throughout the years and generations of serving the High Priest, no emperor has ever knelt down.

The people behind were shocked.

The people inside the room were also momentarily stunned.

Then a bitter smile.

"You’re not her match..."

"I’m not even a match for her."

In that tone, there was overwhelming helplessness.

Then an image... perhaps existing in the memories of this young emperor.

Who is she?

The sky finally tore apart.

A large swath of blood rendered the earth a scarlet red.

The Black Crow and the Golden Crow shot down...

Landed!

Condensed into human forms.

Two women, covered in blood and riddled with wounds.

Blood dripped from their fingertips.

However, it wasn’t the blood of the Human Race, nor even that of the Witch, it was only the sacrificial blood within witchcraft, simulated as the spirit blood of the Golden Crow and Black Crow from witch power, but the more blood there was, the more it meant their slaughter was crueler.

Their flesh was torn open.

Yet in moments, the torn flesh rapidly healed before the naked eye.

The two faced each other, their breaths unstable.

Seemingly weak.

After all, that witchcraft was the topmost witchcraft — Crow’s Nest.

Once the Crow’s Nest is unleashed, it covers the sky and slaughters across the land.

But who won?

When the crowd noticed Sui Yi’s flesh healing faster than Wu Jue’s.

The outcome was decided.

Wu Jue’s lips moved, her expression cold, but someone as prideful as her wouldn’t go back on her word, just that...

As she was about to say something, her expression suddenly changed, her whole being drained of strength, the others were startled, thinking she would continue, but Wu Jue’s posture was not for attack, but for defense.

She was defending.

Because of terror.

What could terrify her wasn’t Sui Yi.

Sui Yi’s face was also incredibly pale, quite normal just after defeating Wu Jue, yet in a moment, all color drained away.

Because she sensed an aura.

And what everyone present felt was only coldness, and an immobilizing control!

Five hundred meters away, the first of the Imperial Guards, already arrived, was floating in mid-air, unable to even move a finger, just watching the front in shock.

In the midst of that cluttered battlefield.

The largest shadow wall split open, the image blurry.

The willpower was fading.

That was the Barren Plains, outside the Ninefold Demon Tower, he was heartbroken, yet he saw the swirling clouds entwine into strands of silver vapor, drifting out...

It floated out.

Ethereal and dignified, like a demon or an immortal, enchanting and flamboyant.

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