The vast imperial hall of the Great Luo Divine Dynasty blazed with resplendent light, radiant pillars carved from celestial jade rising like frozen thunderbolts toward a ceiling that shimmered with starlight formations. Each beam pulsed faintly with ancient runes, a silent testament to an era when the Luo Clan had reigned supreme over countless worlds. Rows upon rows of ministers, elders, and nobles filled the grand expanse, their auras restrained yet vast, interweaving into an invisible pressure that could crush mountains.
At the very apex, upon a throne forged from divine gold and infused with the lingering will of ancestors, sat Emperor Luo Tian. His figure was upright, his presence like an unmoving mountain that had witnessed the rise and fall of epochs. Yet, despite his overwhelming majesty, a faint shadow lingered across his expression, subtle but undeniable.
Beneath him, seated slightly lower yet still commanding the center of attention, was a young man whose presence seemed to distort the very light around him. His long black hair cascaded down his back like a flowing abyss, each strand shimmering faintly as if it absorbed the surrounding brilliance. His features were refined to an almost unreal degree—sharp brows, cold eyes, and a face that could be described only as sculpted by the heavens themselves.
This was Luo Yan, the crown prince of the dynasty.
His expression was calm, almost indifferent, as if the gathering before him was nothing more than a trivial spectacle. There was no trace of surprise, no flicker of anger—only a quiet, unfathomable depth that made it impossible to discern his thoughts.
Before the throne, two figures stood in stark contrast.
One was a young woman whose beauty seemed deliberately crafted to captivate the soul. Her skin was like polished jade, her eyes gentle yet filled with hidden determination, and her figure carried a natural grace that caused many ministers to glance more than once.
She was Liu Ruyan, the daughter of the Prime Minister, and once the betrothed of the crown prince.
Beside her stood a young man with an arrogant expression, his chin slightly raised, his gaze sweeping across the hall as though everything before him was beneath his notice. His aura was sharp, unrestrained, carrying a faint domineering edge that clashed violently with the restrained dignity of the imperial court.
His name was Ye Chen.
A silence lingered in the hall, heavy and expectant.
Then, Liu Ruyan stepped forward.
Her voice, though soft, echoed clearly through the immense hall.
"Your Majesty, I request to annul my engagement with the Crown Prince. I… only hold affection for Brother Ye Chen."
In an instant, the entire hall fell into absolute silence.
The words were not merely a request—they were a slap. A direct humiliation aimed at the Luo Imperial Clan, at the dignity of the throne itself. This engagement had not been a trivial agreement; it had been decreed personally by the emperor when both were children, binding the Liu family to the imperial lineage.
Yet now, before the entire court, it was being cast aside.
Surprisingly, neither Luo Tian nor Luo Yan showed any visible reaction.
Emperor Luo Tian's gaze shifted slowly, descending from the throne and settling upon the Prime Minister.
"Does the Liu family… wish to annul this engagement?"
His voice was calm, devoid of anger, yet it carried a weight that pressed upon the hearts of everyone present.
The Prime Minister's body trembled slightly. He knew better than anyone what the Great Luo Divine Dynasty represented. His ancestors had once been hunted to extinction, only to be saved by a past emperor of this very dynasty. Everything the Liu family possessed today had been granted by the Luo Clan.
And yet…
His eyes flickered briefly toward Ye Chen. He was only young but his talent was terrifying. He had even a God King master backing him up.. He is bound to rise in future. A mere crown prince can not compare to him.
In that moment, hesitation turned into resolve.
"Yes."
He spoke the single word without kneeling, without addressing the emperor with proper reverence.
A ripple spread across the hall.
Before anyone could react further, Ye Chen stepped forward, a sneer forming at the corner of his lips.
"What kind of so-called divine dynasty is this?" he said coldly. "Forcing someone into marriages? Oppressing others? You don't deserve to sit on that throne."
Gasps echoed throughout the hall.
To insult the emperor… within the imperial palace itself… was an act beyond madness.
But Ye Chen stood there, completely unafraid.
Five years ago, he had transmigrated into this world.. He was transmigrated into a young man body. He was from Ye family of Lower world.. But with transmigration he awakened a physique. He was taken as discipline by a beautiful master.
In his previous life, he had been nothing more than a corporate slave, insignificant and powerless. But here, everything had changed.
He possessed the legendary Dragon King Body.
He had obtained an incomparably powerful master.
He was chosen by the heavens themselves.
In his mind, this world existed for him to conquer.
A minister could no longer endure it.
"Impudent brat!"
With a furious roar, he unleashed his cultivation, his aura surging as he struck toward Ye Chen with overwhelming force.
But before the attack could land, Ye Chen crushed a talisman in his hand.
Space trembled.
The void itself tore apart like fragile silk.
From within that fracture, a figure stepped out.
A woman of unparalleled beauty emerged, her presence instantly dominating the entire hall. Her aura spread like an endless ocean, suffocating and absolute. Even the light within the hall seemed to dim before her.
With a casual wave of her hand, the minister's attack shattered into nothingness.
Her cold gaze swept across the hall.
"How dare you attack my disciple?"
Her voice was calm, yet it carried a killing intent that froze the souls of those who heard it.
"You think that because your little slaughterverse is hidden in dark space, you are safe?" she continued, her lips curling slightly. "Today, I will slaughter your entire imperial clan… to teach you the price of attacking a disciple of a God King."
She was Xi Yao.
An ancestor of a powerful sect from another world.
A God King.
At that moment, the entire hall descended into chaos.
God King.
That realm stood near the peak of existence itself. Within the cultivation hierarchy—Bone Forging, Organ Tempering, Body Refinement, Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Purple Palace, Saint, Saint King, Great Saint, Supreme, Quasi Emperor, Great Emperor, Human Immortal, Earth Immortal, Heavenly Immortal, Golden Immortal, True Immortal, Immortal Lord, Immortal King, Immortal Venerable, Quasi Immortal Emperor, Immortal Emperor, False God, Quasi God, True God, Heavenly God, Supreme God, God General, God Lord, God King, Quasi God Emperor, and finally God Emperor—each realm was a chasm impossible to cross.
And yet here stood a God King.
Within the dynasty, even their strongest ancestors had only reached the peak of Immortal Emperor or, at most, the False God realm.
The difference was not merely vast—it was absolute.
Fear began to spread.
Several ministers exchanged glances, their expressions shifting rapidly.
Survival instinct overpowered loyalty.
One minister stepped forward, bowing toward Ye Chen.
"I support Young Friend Ye Chen! The Crown Prince has long been tyrannical, slaughtering billions without reason. Such a ruler is unfit for the throne!"
Another quickly followed.
"The Luo Clan has grown corrupt! It is time for change!"
One by one, voices began to rise.
Accusations, betrayals, and curses filled the hall, each word striking like a dagger against the dignity of the throne.
Some ministers even moved to stand behind Ye Chen, their allegiance shifting openly.
They had made their choice.
Between certain death and uncertain survival, they chose the latter.
Ye Chen's smile widened.
This… was how it should be.
He looked toward Liu Ruyan, his gaze filled with possessiveness.
Her Yin physique made her a perfect furnace for dual cultivation—an invaluable asset for his future path. She should be a good choice for Concubine. Beacuse main position was his master's.
Everything was falling into place.
And yet—
At the center of it all, Luo Yan remained seated, unmoving.
His fingers tapped lightly against the armrest.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
Not anger.
Not humiliation.
But something far more terrifying.
Amusement.
Above him, Emperor slowly closed his eyes, as though the chaos before him was nothing more than a fleeting illusion.
The hall trembled faintly—not from the aura of Xi Yao, nor from the fear of the ministers…
But from something deeper.
Something ancient.
Something that had been silent for far too long.
And at that moment, as betrayal filled the air and death loomed over the imperial clan…
The Luo clan members were silent with no emotions or no anger on thier faces. They were only watching the ministers changing thier sides.