harleyscars 86. You can be down-to-earth, but you need to be from the Heavenly Court.
86. You can be down-to-earth, but you need to be from the Heavenly Court.
Li Lianying bowed deeply, burying his head low, responding with a humble and respectful demeanor.
"Congratulations, Holy Lord! Congratulations on your divinely ordained body and your return to the mortal realm."
However, beneath his humble and respectful exterior, a subtle and sinister glint flashed in his murky eyes.
When he swallowed the flesh of the living Tai Sui and gained this extraordinary power, he had long lost his reverence for imperial authority.
Having lay low for a century, witnessed the rise and fall of two dynasties, and secretly plotted everything for his name, how could he possibly be willing to return to being a sycophantic lackey serving others?
He wanted many things, and he especially wanted to try being truly above everyone else.
"That damned Huang Taiji actually joined forces with the Four Spirits Clan to seal me in a dark underground for three hundred years. I must pay for this blood debt with the lives of all of them."
That's what they say, but Huang Taiji died long ago. Although Ai Yi was a descendant of the other party, Blood Coral Tai Sui felt that taking revenge on such a young child was really meaningless.
He hated the Four Spirits Clan the most; if it weren't for them, he wouldn't have been sealed away for three hundred years.
For three hundred years, deep underground in darkness, this anger, hatred, and humiliation must be cleansed with the blood of the Four Spirits Clan.
What he hates most now is still the Four Spirits Clan who suppressed and sealed him.
"Let's move on to the next step. I can't wait to make the Four Spirits Clan face my wrath!"
……
Meanwhile, deep within Jiang Chen's sea of consciousness.
When the Blood Coral Tai Sui attempted to possess him, he proactively entered a meditative state, immersing his consciousness into the visualization diagram.
The Blood Coral Tai Sui could indeed pursue them to this point, but Jiang Chen was in a meditative state, visualizing the diagram of thunder magic, and his sea of consciousness would become a raging thunder zone.
If the Blood Coral Tai Sui were at its peak, it would be no difficult task for it to invade this minefield and devour Jiang Chen's consciousness.
However, the Blood Coral Tai Sui is not good now, and it doesn't have that much time to waste here, so it temporarily lets go of Jiang Chen, who has retreated into his shell.
In its eyes, Jiang Chen was nothing more than a cowardly coward, though he was indeed a little clever.
But this little bit of cleverness is just a delaying tactic; it doesn't change anything at all.
What the Blood Coral Grand Duke didn't know was that Jiang Chen wanted to buy enough time.
He wasn't acting like a coward, passively defending himself; he was luring his prey into a trap.
He was waiting, waiting for the right opportunity.
Given the right opportunity, he can turn the tide.
With a gentle wave of his hand, Li Lianying summoned several walking corpses who had been waiting nearby to lift the eight cradles containing infants onto the white marble platform.
With the activation of the Nine Dragons Succession Formation, the fates and fortunes of these eight infants all converged on Ai Yi, thereby elevating Ai Yi's fate to a higher level and nourishing and strengthening the true dragon energy within him.
"No...no..."
Ai Yi roared wildly in his heart. He had tried desperately to activate the faint dragon energy in his body, but it was like throwing a stone into the sea, unable to stir up the slightest ripple.
And now he felt it, felt its existence with absolute clarity, and could even feel it growing stronger.
But such expansion came at the cost of the lives of eight infants.
He didn't know what the consequences of sacrificing his destiny would be, but he knew he was taking something from them, which was by no means his intention.
But even now, he still can't do anything.
He hated himself like this, and his resentment towards Li Lianying reached its peak. Overwhelmed with anger and grief, blood gushed from the corner of his eye, and a trickle of crimson blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
After the sacrifice was completed, the next step was to bring up a bright yellow dragon robe embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon and help Ai change into it, thus forcibly putting on the yellow robe.
He was then forced onto the dragon throne.
At this moment, Ai Yi couldn't help but laugh, but it was a bitter laugh.
Donning the yellow robe and ascending the throne as emperor sounds like a wonderful thing.
The problem is, he's a puppet, his every move is controlled.
He could do nothing and change nothing. The only thing he could do seemed to be watch this farce unfold and follow the script written by Li Lianying and the Blood Coral Tai Sui.
Anger, resentment, but mostly a sense of powerlessness.
Ai Yi couldn't help but think back to how, if he had worked harder and been more attentive during his cultivation, he might have been able to master the True Dragon Qi.
Wouldn't things be better now? At least, at least I wouldn't feel so helpless.
If he could, he would want to possess great power.
At this moment, he utterly loathed this feeling of powerlessness, of being a fish on a chopping block, at the mercy of others, and of being in control of his own destiny.
He wanted power, because only in this way could he help Jiang Chen.
The seed of yearning for power was quietly sown in Ai Yi's heart, and as it was nourished by the true dragon's energy, it grew stronger little by little.
In Ai Yi's mind, there was a nine-dragon image, with nine dragons of different shapes soaring and dancing, emitting bursts of dragon roars.
Sensing the true dragon aura emanating from Ai Yi, Li Lianying was overjoyed and immediately proceeded to the next step.
There was no other way; time was of the essence, so even the coronation ceremony was simplified.
Li Lianying took out a bright yellow imperial edict from his sleeve and slowly unfolded it.
He cleared his throat and began to recite in his distinctive, penetrating eunuch voice, enunciating each word clearly and precisely.
"By the mandate of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: I, of meager virtue, have been granted the mandate of Heaven to continue and uphold this great foundation..."
Five hundred words are omitted below!
"...So be it!"
As the last word fell.
On both sides of the spirit path, the hundreds of zombies dressed in Qing Dynasty official robes seemed to have received some kind of command.
They all knelt down in unison, stiffly performing a full prostration.
The eerie green glow of the zombie fungus that spewed from their eyes, ears, mouth, and nose reached its peak at this moment.
Then, they raised their heads in unison and let out a roar from deep in their throats, like that of wild beasts.
"Awooo!!!"
"Awooo!!!"
"Awooo!!!"
This is the zombie version, long live, long live, long live!
Ignoring the fact that they were zombies, the roar was actually quite imposing. After all, these zombies were of a high level, and their corpse aura was very oppressive to living beings.
If Jiang Chen were sober at this moment, he would definitely be complaining wildly: Your coronation ceremony can be down-to-earth, but it can't be like the imperial court.
A coronation ceremony with almost no one present is truly something I've never seen before.
When you ascend the throne and become emperor, it seems you're not acting as an emperor of the human world, but rather as the King of Hell!
Okay, even if he's the emperor of the underworld, he's still an emperor, no problem.