Even the Heavenly Essence Law is entangled within, difficult to restore.

Yet despite this, Lord Wuyou's expression grew more and more exhilarated, as the temple at the mountain peak drew near, his gaze gradually becoming fervent.

The temple...

The Empire's Temple of Sacrifice to Heaven!

All its specifications were modeled after the inner palace's forbidden chambers, and all the structures and fittings were aimed at the Emperor's tomb!

One could say, it was a tomb.

However, it wasn't the Emperor buried here, but rather an enemy that even at the Everlasting Empire's peak required the entire nation's power to oppose.

Mobilizing the strength of the entire world, using all means to completely obliterate the enemy, even to the extent of erasing all records, leaving no trace in the world!

Even if the opponent was so strong that even in death, they couldn't be pulverized, a temple would still be built to suppress them, forever trampling the enemy's remains beneath the Empire.

Even turning them into one of the supporting points of the Heavenly Origin Tower...

The Heavenly Origin Tower, which once controlled the entire world, couldn't possibly have just a single main body; one could even say, its main body encompassed all of Central Earth, commanding the world!

If it could be achieved, then today's world might still be under the Empire's control, truly transformed into eternity!

It's a pity that as success was near, the Heavenly Origin Tower was severed at the waist, even the Emperor fell out of the present world along with the fractured high tower, creating the current vortex.

In the ensuing ninety years of chaos, the world was once again overwhelmed by destruction.

The everlasting glory vanished within just over a decade, the Heavenly Street crushed the bones of the nobles, the internal treasury burned to embroidered ashes, in the counters of attacks from all sides, the direct bloodline of the Emperor was completely severed.

And many treasures and inheritances couldn't even be collected in time, scattered everywhere.

The royal collateral branch, carrying the ancestral title of Wuyou, managed to escape the calamity by changing identities, even creating new foundations in the Thousand Islands and Central Earth, relying on the assets of the former Empire, and even that secret capable of reviving the Empire!

Before the Heavenly Origin Tower was fully completed, the Emperor secretly issued a posthumous edict—leaving descendants the chance of revival even if the great enterprise failed.

On the day the Heavenly Origin Tower was fractured, a guard secretly carried the Heirloom Seal to the temple, completely locking the temple doors, awaiting the right time.

Unfortunately, with the collapse of the Heavenly Origin Tower, this place, as a supporting point, was also disturbed, becoming unrecognizable.

The royal family dwindled, and the inheritances of titles like Changle, An Guo, Wuyou, and others changed hands... The True Blood was so diluted that even opening the door became difficult.

In terms of lineage, the artificial humans of the Southern Continent Empire are purer!

But what does that matter?

These days, who doesn't have some royal bloodline? Even back then, more people likely had royal blood than there were dogs on the street.

The average reigning period of emperors was three hundred years, countless concubines, having hundreds of sons and thousands of grandsons was practically chaste.

Even the royal family records only kept track of within two generations.

Moreover, the imperial throne's succession was never determined by bloodline order, nor by closeness, lineage was just a threshold, whether diluted or not was irrelevant, as long as one had the capability, one could gain the election to be Emperor!

As long as one could gain the recognition of the Heirloom Seal, who would dare say they weren't of the direct line?!

Holding the Heirloom Seal, one could control the Heavenly Essence Law left behind by the Empire, activate the remnants of the half Heavenly Pillar, control all the supporting points, even the opening and sealing of the vortex was but a thought away!

Imagining himself rebuilding the Empire, ascending to the throne, a slight smile of joy appeared on Lord Wuyou's face, barely suppressing a hum of delight.

But then, his expression abruptly changed!

A piercing scream suddenly resounded.

In their silent progress, the flickering shadows on the streets suddenly underwent a change without warning, a strange writhing shadow crept, and suddenly leaped.

It touched the hem of one person's fluttering garment...

In an instant, the crawling shadow recoiled as if electrocuted, opening its mouth, screaming aloud, the piercing sound carrying a sinister force, making one's vision darken.

Amid the screams, all the shadows seemed to awaken as if called, suddenly turning around, looking over at them, a pair of scarlet eyes lighting up on the indistinct faces.

Those corpse shadows, pulled by black threads and suspended in the sky, seemed to be infected, erupting in laughter, dancing wildly.

The Mutated Transformation who had their garment touched was a hunchbacked old man, his expression changing violently, convulsing intensely, feeling some sinister force locking onto him, unable to resist.

In terror, ignoring Lord Wuyou's orders, he instinctively turned and fled frantically.

"Idiot!"

Lord Wuyou fumed, but it was too late.

Because countless pitch-black threads had already risen from the stones below, winding around the old man, burrowing into his soul.

"Heh... heh heh..."

Under the shocked gazes of all, in mere seconds, the old man lost all color from his body, both flesh and soul turned into a dim shadow, being pulled by the black threads, suspended upside down in the sky...

Not only that old man, at this moment, all the shadows seemed like a beehive had been stirred, writhing and twisting, carefully seeking.

Meticulously probing.

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