Chapter 259 - 182: The Fall of Song

Chapter 259: Chapter 182: The Fall of Song

Qiankun Daoist’s Martial Arts Array unleashed its might.

He single-handedly killed most of the Rebirth Realm Martial Artists in the Capital City.

In an instant, the morale of the Capital City’s Martial Artists was shattered, and they could only flee in disarray.

When the Saint Demon Sect’s army arrived, their job would be much easier, and their losses would be far fewer.

The two Primordial Stones spent to hire Qiankun Daoist were well worth it.

After Qiankun Daoist demonstrated his power, Emperor Song, Hong Zai, was immediately whisked away by his master, Lingkong.

Hong Zai’s expression was clearly one of bewilderment.

"This... how is this possible?"

"A Martial Arts Array... can it really possess such terrifying power?"

He had originally hoped that the combined Martial Arts strength of the entire Capital City could repel the Saint Demon Sect.

He never expected it to all be a fleeting dream in the end.

In a single moment, Hong Zai’s hopes and his greatest generals had all turned to dust.

"Your Majesty, we must retreat to Yunfo Temple again," Lingkong, the abbot of Yunfo Temple, said while carrying Hong Zai and speeding away.

"Only by returning to Yunfo Temple and becoming a monk can you survive."

"Great Song... is finished." Lingkong had already seen the outcome and decisively shattered Hong Zai’s lingering illusions.

Hong Zai stared blankly at his master, Lingkong.

The sunlight glinting off Lingkong’s large, bald head was exceptionally glaring.

Hong Zai wiped the corners of his eyes. They were a little moist. ’It must be the glare from the reflection.’

’Is Great Song truly finished?’

Hong Zai was deeply unwilling to accept it. He had only just ascended the throne. With his Four-Color Dragon Army, he had swept through the lands and was preparing to enact his grand ambitions, but the sudden appearance of the Saint Demon Dream had shattered all his plans.

Lingkong landed within Yunfo Temple. "Your Majesty, I must act now."

Lingkong prepared to give Hong Zai an immediate tonsure. Only by doing so was there a sliver of a chance to save Hong Zai’s life from the Saint Demon Sect.

Hong Zai slowly raised a hand, stopping Lingkong’s movements.

"Enough, Master. Let me fall into slumber with Great Song today."

Hong Zai spoke softly, never imagining he would become the last emperor of Great Song.

Lingkong looked at his disciple, sighed softly, and stopped what he was doing.

A bank of clouds drifted over. Suspended in mid-air, a Fire Qilin exhaled mist, its domineering gaze looking down upon the monks of Yunfo Temple.

"Saint Master, there is no need for you to act."

"In return, I hope you will spare Yunfo Temple."

After speaking, Hong Zai slammed a palm against his own head.

His head instantly exploded, and the headless body of Hong Zai of the Song Territory slowly fell to the ground.

Lu Changfeng slowly descended from the sky. He expressionlessly examined Hong Zai’s corpse; he was indeed dead.

"You’re not much of a master. Why didn’t you try to stop him?" Lu Changfeng said, looking at Lingkong.

Lingkong put his palms together, recited "Amitabha Buddha," and did not answer directly.

Lingkong was breaking out in a cold sweat, terrified that Lu Changfeng would strike again.

Lu Changfeng looked at Lingkong. "Do you have any Primordial Stones?"

Lingkong was taken aback. Lu Changfeng continued, "Fifty Primordial Stones in exchange for the survival of Yunfo Temple."

Lingkong gave a bitter smile. "Yunfo Temple can only produce twelve Primordial Stones."

Lu Changfeng nodded slightly. "Bring them to me."

Lingkong put his palms together. "One moment."

He darted into the temple. A short while later, Lingkong returned, offering up twelve Primordial Stones with both hands.

Lingkong had clearly given up all resistance.

His only hope was that Lu Changfeng would spare Yunfo Temple.

"Hmm, for twelve Primordial Stones... you can choose one to survive: yourself, or the rest of the monks in Yunfo Temple. Your choice," the great villain Lu Changfeng said.

The surrounding Martial Monks of Yunfo Temple shot hateful glares at Lu Changfeng.

But it was all in vain. With the Heaven and Earth Primordial Energy of the Profound Realm, there was no way these monks would ever have a chance to take revenge on Lu Changfeng at his current level of power.

Lingkong looked at the monks around him, then at the scenery of Yunfo Temple.

Suddenly, he sat down cross-legged.

Lingkong’s breathing gradually faded, and his life force dissipated.

In Lu Changfeng’s vision, Lingkong’s interface disappeared.

This meant he was truly dead.

’Decisive, indeed.’

’He could sacrifice his disciple, but between himself and his Sect, he still chose the latter, huh?’

’Not a good master, but a good abbot, I suppose.’

Lu Changfeng took one of the twelve Primordial Stones and tossed it up toward the clouds.

Like a cat that smelled fish, Qiankun Daoist’s figure appeared with a SWOOSH and caught the Primordial Stone.

"I saw one of your jades crack. This is to compensate you," Lu Changfeng said.

"Haha, the Saint Master is truly generous." Qiankun Daoist accepted the Primordial Stone, tucked it away safely, and his figure once again vanished into the clouds.

Lu Changfeng looked at the few old monks who had come forward to collect Lingkong’s body. "Yunfo Temple must leave the Capital City within three days. You can do that, can’t you? This is the chance Lingkong bought for you with his life."

The old monks put their palms together toward Lu Changfeng and nodded in agreement.

Just then, a middle-aged monk, the Angry-eyed Vajra type, pointed at Lu Changfeng and began to curse loudly, "You damned Demon Sect bastard!"

Influenced by his 45% Ancient Chaos Demon Dragon Bloodline.

Lu Changfeng’s personality had changed somewhat.

He had grown to disdain life even more, no longer cared for power, and naturally carried himself with an air of superiority.

Before, Lu Changfeng would have, at most, injured this middle-aged monk.

But this time...

Lu Changfeng directly condensed fifty points of Annihilation and, with a chop of his hand, unleashed a pitch-black Heaven-Slaying Blade.

BOOM!

The middle-aged monk, along with more than ten monks behind him, was instantly annihilated into nothingness by the black Heaven-Slaying Blade.

The black Heaven-Slaying Blade continued onward, its momentum undiminished, and split the massive main hall of Yunfo Temple in two.

"My temper hasn’t been the best lately. Don’t provoke me," Lu Changfeng said with a frown, realizing his own personality had shifted.

Sweat dripped from the old monk’s brow. He hastily apologized to Lu Changfeng and ordered the Yunfo Temple disciples to leave quickly.

’The Saint Demon Sect Master’s power has grown again. Before, he clearly needed to sever his own arm to unleash that attack.’

’But now, he unleashed it so casually.’

’That terrifying rate of growth, coupled with that mysterious Daoist who knows Martial Arts Arrays...’

’In this vast world, no one can stop the Saint Demon Sect anymore.’

’Daliang in the south is nothing but an insignificant clown.’

The old monk bowed to Lu Changfeng one more time before turning to leave.

From that day on, Yunfo Temple left the Capital Region and went into seclusion in the distant Western Capital Prefecture.

Having left the resource-rich region, Yunfo Temple’s talent gradually withered away over the next century, and it was eventually struck from the list of the Three Major Sects.

「Half a day later.」

The Demon Generals of the Demon Sect streamed inside. Just past the gates, they found members of various Martial Arts Families kneeling on the ground to welcome the Saint Demon Sect’s army. From them, the generals learned that their Saint Master had already swept away all obstacles.

"The Young Master’s Family, the Huaa Family, and others are fleeing! We can lead the Holy Sect’s army to them!"

Countless treacherous Martial Arts Families vied to serve the Saint Demon Sect.

And so, with most of the Rebirth Realm experts slain by Qiankun Daoist and with the assistance of traitors, the Saint Demon Sect’s army seized control of the entire Capital Region at top speed, uprooting any Martial Arts Family that posed a threat.

The Saint Demon Sect’s army suffered very few casualties in the process.

「Two days later.」

The turmoil within the Capital Region was quelled.

The Saint Demon Sect held a victory ceremony in the Imperial Palace.

Lu Changfeng appeared and formally renamed the Capital Region to Beiyuan Prefecture.

When the news spread, the world was shaken. The annals of the Great Song dynasty came to a permanent end on this day.

A historical record from the time reads: At the end of the tenth month of the Wuxu Year, the Holy Sect conquered the Capital Region. Emperor Song, Hong Zai, took his own life. The Imperial Tutor, Lingkong, passed into nirvana. The Holy Sect took control of the dragon’s place of origin.