The moment Nangong Lingyun collapsed, the scene erupted in a wave of alarmed cries.
"Your Majesty!"
"Someone, quickly!"
"Where are the healing soul masters—any healers at all?!"
Regardless of what people truly thought in their hearts, in front of the cameras everyone performed with flawless urgency.
Ning Fengzhi manifested his Martial Soul true body, seven soul rings flashing simultaneously, while Gu Yuena unleashed the Silver Dragon King's ultimate power of creation.
Those whose martial souls had nothing to do with healing beat their chests and stomped their feet in anguish. Some were so "moved" that they dropped to their knees and wailed, tears streaming like a broken dam—anyone who didn't know better would've thought their grandfather's daughter-in-law had just passed away.
As for the ordinary civilians watching from the giant screens across the continent, the impact was even greater.
In a world where soul masters and nobles had stood above everyone else for millions of years—where arrogance was etched into the bones of society—this spectacle wasn't just a trump card.
It was an absolute royal flush.
In every world, the common folk long for heroes.
They project all the injustices they can't fight, all the wrongs they can't right, onto a single figure—someone omnipotent, yet merciful and fair—hoping that such a person will act on heaven's behalf.
From wandering knights to wise emperors and incorruptible officials, from ancient legends to modern popcorn-movie protagonists, it has always been the same.
And that was exactly the role Nangong Lingyun was playing—no, embodying.
All-powerful. Just. Benevolent.
The surging tide of faith pouring in was proof enough that the effect was spectacular.
"Everyone, His Majesty requires rest. I'll be taking my leave."
Angel Yan spoke with a grave expression. After sweeping her gaze across the crowd, she lifted Nangong Lingyun in her arms—and vanished from the camera's view in an instant.
Off in the distance, Tang Chen was still doing his best to cooperate with the performance.
He had just lifted his head when he noticed that the Heavenblade Douluo had disappeared.
He froze on the spot, mouth slightly agape, at a complete loss for words.
The reason was simple.
They'd arrived just fine—but getting back?
That was another story.
Sure, Titled Douluo could fly, but without an actual flight-type ability, long-distance travel was exhausting and devoured soul power like crazy.
This place was over two thousand li from Chang'an. As for that cursed place called the City of Slaughter? Even farther.
What took Angel Yan mere seconds—or at most minutes—would cost Tang Chen three days and three nights of nonstop flying, probably ending with him vomiting blood.
"Kill and don't bury the body… damn it, I—"
At that moment, the live broadcast cut off. The screens went dark, and the tension in the air instantly evaporated.
Everyone relaxed.
They might not be able to pinpoint the flaws in Nangong Lingyun's acting, but most could roughly guess the truth.
If the Emperor were truly injured, he wouldn't show it so openly—especially not on camera.
Tang Chen was just about to ask whether they could remotely contact the Heavenblade Douluo to arrange a pickup, when he noticed the crowd naturally splitting into groups.
One group, led by Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu, flew off toward Spirit Hall City. Now that the mountain range had been pierced, this place was actually quite close to it.
Another group, led by Ning Fengzhi along with Sword and Bone Douluo, headed toward a nearby military camp. Destruction Douluo Long Wuxing was among them as well.
With the mountains opened, the roadworks had to follow immediately. Ning Fengzhi was the chief commander, while Long Wuxing served as the project's "contractor." His destruction attribute was absolutely perfect for tunneling—those who'd used it all gave rave reviews.
The remaining group—Bo Saixi, Tsunade, and others—flew toward Star Luo City.
The empire had only just been established, and its control over the regions was still shallow. Eight Grand Governors had therefore been appointed to locally train armies, organize soul masters, and install giant screens.
Tsunade, once a Hokage, was one of them. As the muscle of the operation, Bo Saixi naturally had to support her prized disciple.
Their assigned territory happened to be part of the former Star Luo Empire.
Gu Yuena, with her spatial abilities, also departed swiftly.
In the blink of an eye, only Tang Chen remained.
Alone.
Standing in the wind.
Utterly disheveled.
"So… I'm the only outsider here?"
Fortunately, not long after, Ning Fengzhi flew back.
"Crown Prince of Haotian," he said politely, "His Majesty asked me to inquire—there are some precious metals in the national treasury that even Master Lou Gao can't process. Would you be willing to help with forging them?"
"Do I even have the right to say no?" Tang Chen replied flatly.
Metal forging was practically a basic skill for the Haotian Sect.
After all, before its evolution, the Clear Sky Hammer was essentially a top-tier forging hammer. Working some materials should've been child's play—or so Tang Chen thought.
A few minutes later, when Angel Yan brought him to the southern reaches of the empire, and he saw a blood-red mountain four to five thousand meters tall, stretching for dozens of kilometers…
His soul nearly left his body.
He rubbed his eyes in disbelief. After confirming that he wasn't hallucinating, he raised a trembling finger and pointed.
"You call this some materials?
That's not 'some'—that's a mountain! A whole damn mountain!
Was your language teacher a PE instructor or what?!"
Tang Chen's heart was far less "calm" than his words suggested.
He was so angry his beard trembled as he cursed nonstop.
"Didn't you say I'd be confined to the City of Slaughter for life and never allowed out? Can you keep your word for once?!
You're a supreme emperor—issuing orders like farting, changing them whenever you like?!"
He truly felt like crying.
If he really had to refine an entire mountain of metal—even with helpers—then he might as well forget about doing anything else for the rest of his life.
Sure, there'd be massive losses in refining ore into metal, but one glance told him the purity here was absurdly high. Even if only a third remained after smelting, that was still an astronomical workload.
And what was Nangong Lingyun planning to do—build a golden mountain? What did he need so much high-purity rare metal for?
"Stop complaining and get to work," a voice said calmly.
"Start by clearing the bird droppings off the mountain. Tonight, build a few stone houses at the foot."
Standing beside Tang Chen was Xu Tianling.
Without any divine trials, he'd cultivated himself all the way to level ninety-nine. The Sun Douluo's martial soul was monstrously strong—arguably the strongest below the god level.
Unlike the Haotian Sect, much of the former Sun Moon Empire's royal lineage had been preserved. Many still held important positions.
Though they no longer had royal status, with Nangong Lingyun on the brink of godhood, they hadn't lost anything—in fact, they'd gained.
Xu Tianling had personally requested work. His motivation was blazing.
To him, this southern mountain range wasn't hardship or drudgery—it was gleaming military merit.
He vaguely sensed that Nangong Lingyun was brewing something enormous.
Gengxin City was just a small city, yet it had been designated as one of the three-vertical-three-horizontal, nine major transportation hubs—ranked alongside Spirit Hall City, Heaven Dou City, and Star Luo City.
Now there was also large-scale metal smelting underway.
Not just here in the far south—the Cataclysm Mountains were likewise rich in metals, as were parts of the former Sun Moon Empire's rare mineral reserves.
The scale of ambition was unmistakable.
Add to that the founding of soul tool academies and the mass, free training of soul engineers…
You didn't need a brain—your heel alone could figure out what this all meant.
Ride the wind, and even pigs could fly.
And the Sun family?
They were nothing like the useless trash of Heaven Dou's former royal house.
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