Chapter 361: Chapter 361

361: 349:Monarch’s Will 361: 349:Monarch’s Will The veins of the Mortal World beneath his feet began to burn, a towering Divine Intent billowed forth, and even his voice seemed to exude a Monarch’s Will that subjugated all.

“I pity your solitary survival, enduring the divine consciousness unburned under twelve scorching gold crows is indeed arduous.

I spared your life, left your Corpse Demon Path undestroyed, yet now you fail to repent.

Do you truly think you can deceive the Heavenly Dao?”

Facing the mighty presence of Chenghuang, Si Li looked up fearlessly, her gaze as piercing as a cold abyss, her aura as majestic as an ancient Demon Mountain, treating the divine like mud and the world like nothing.

With a light touch at the center of her brow, her blood-colored pupils turned as dark as a night sky, pitch black throughout.

Infinite darkness at the edge of the sky, like eternal night descending, a great sun dragged a dark trail, slowly suspended above the long sky.

Her blood-red robe, brutal in the raging wind, and above her head, black clouds surrounding the black flamed sun transformed in response to the spirit of the mountains and rivers from the Mortal World, engulfed by the eternal darkness in a moment!

Her slender figure, a solitary crimson in the darkness, exuded an air of superiority beyond the world.

Despite the oppressive divine might and the devouring Four Seas, she stood alone, unyielded on the solitary throne.

With a downward thrust of her finger.

Clouds split, the firmament fell!

The Emperor, struck with horror, looked at Si Li’s eyes, dark as if absorbing all heavenly light, and was shockingly astounded, “King-level Talent, Si Night’s Mysterious Pupil!”

He knelt, blood dripping from between his lips.

A sight most miserable.

In Immortal City, he was the only one wounded!

The Corpse Demon Clan cultivates not Spirit Roots or Demon Veins, but solely Corpse Demon Talents.

Corpse Demon Talent is directly linked to the purity and level of bloodline.

Mixed-blood level, Exceptional level, Domineering level, Transcendent level, Legendary level, and the most ancient and mysterious, King-level.

Corpse Demon Talent is terrifying, some are so powerful they can surpass Immortal Path’s Spirit Roots and Demon Path’s Demon Veins.

But awakening Talents is extremely demanding, mixed-blood Corpse Demons hopeless to awaken even the weakest Talent in their lifetime.

Only those with transcendent bloodlines qualify to awaken two Talents.

In records concerning the Royal Family’s Si Li, the Emperor knew only that she cultivated three Legendary-level Talents: Devouring, Dark Blood, Psychic.

Among the Corpse Demon Royal Family’s sixteen, Si Li’s fifteen brothers all possessed Legendary bloodlines.

The limit of Talents that could be awakened by a Legendary bloodline was three, unless fortunate to be granted Demon Blood by Corpse King Jiang Chen to break through to the fourth Talent, yet the process was immensely perilous and arduous.

Even at the moment of shattering the Corpse Pearl in ancient times, the fifteen royal thrones held no more than three Legendary Corpse Demon Talents.

Nevertheless, eradicating them cost the Immortal World a grave price.

The terror of Corpse Demon Talent cannot be conceived by normal reason.

During the Battle of Burning Sea, sixteen royal families were captured alive, at that time Si Li had only become a Corpse Demon for barely a decade.

To say nothing of awakening three Legendary Corpse Demon Talents like her fifteen brothers, even merging with Demon Blood was immensely difficult.

The youthful Corpse Demon Royal Family was the only one among the sixteen royal families to maintain sanity and survive the harsh punishment of the Burning Sea.

Even Corpse King Jiang Chen was sealed that year.

From where could she have obtained Royal Corpse Demon Blood to awaken new Talents?

Thinking this, an absurd thought arose in the Emperor’s heart.

Could it be, in these thousands of lonely years, she not only awakened three Legendary Talents but also, by herself, broke through the bloodline shackles, evolved to King-level, and comprehended such terrifying Corpse Demon Talent?

The Emperor was no longer effortlessly composed, he even began to panic.

Even if his Divine Element was unharmed, whether he could suppress this woman was still an unknown.

Initially unaware of the past, as the wind passed the treetops, Mortal World’s proud sun and sky’s golden crow, turning around, it was her who lost the rivers and mountains of her youth, enduring a thousand years of vicissitudes, her sleeves filled with clouds and smoke, achieving today’s status above all beings, unafraid of right and wrong.

Black clouds press the city about to collapse, the black sun scorches the soul.

The city was dead silent.

Everyone knew the meaning of ‘King’s Talent’.

This battle was not just a single person’s downfall but also a hardship for the hearts of Cultivators worldwide.

The rise of the Corpse Demon Clan was certainly not a joyful event for the Mortal World’s righteous path.

This was neither a farce nor a challenge of dignity.

This defeat of the Emperor signified that the long-standing peace would be broken, and war would commence.

The foundation of the Immortal Path was shaking, a reality that could not be stopped without paying a blood price.

People looked at the kneeling Emperor above the city walls, their hearts bitter and anxious, wanting yet hesitating to speak.

They needed a hero to step forward and halt Si Li’s advance, although they did not know her true purpose in coming to Xianling City, they could guess she was about to perform a tremendously dreadful act.

Even if they could not truly stop her, rather than letting her pass through to Ghost Mountain unharmed and unrestrained, they hoped the Emperor could lead them to face the enemy with swords, letting these dark forces know that the Immortal Path was not alone!

Yet the Emperor had no more moves to make, his head bowed, as if lost in thought.

Si Li looked no further at Immortal City, before her a dark mirror appeared, within it the outline of the dense Ghost Mountain reflected.

Thorny bushes, black roses, creeping vines.

Beneath those masses of ancient plants, a gigantic gate was entwined.

She raised her arm, her fingertips about to touch the gate within the black mirror.

Just then, the wind between heaven and earth suddenly fluttered chaotically.

A light breeze shredded the darkness, the atmosphere over Xianling City abruptly torn by a sheer zephyr, followed by an unimaginable sword movement that split Si Li’s forefront firmament.

Daylight split the clouds, bringing with it the bright golden brilliance of the midday sun, converging into an Ancient Sword intent coming forth.

Si Li’s fingertips bled a vivid trace, the black mirror shattered into a thousand pieces, and the reflected scene vanished like a disrupted reflection on water.

The eternal night dispersed, Divine Skills shattered!

Si Li’s face remained tranquil, yet her eyes revealed an expected resignation and pain.

Behind her, the black flamed sun rapidly dimmed, soon tainted with the melancholy shades of annihilation.

One beam, then two, then three, soon countless beams of daylight returned to the Mortal World, as if intent on cutting the firmament into myriad fragments, the oppressive black clouds dissipated without a trace.