381: Mo Xie Chen's Sorrow

Under Moye Chen's push, Su Xiaobai flew dozens of miles before finally stopping.

But just as he was about to return, he heard a peal of thunder.

His pupils sharply contracted.

At the end of his vision, countless ferocious Lightning fell from the sky, electric lights roaring, as if to destroy this world.

And that was precisely where Moye Chen and the others were.

Even though he was dozens of miles away, the destructive aura still made his body tremble uncontrollably.

That was his body's instinctive reaction.

"Did the Saint Monarch... ultimately summon the Lightning Tribulation?"

The light in Su Xiaobai's eyes dimmed, and he sat dejectedly against a ruin.

He naturally understood that Moye Chen was using the Lightning Tribulation from his Breakthrough to perish with the Demon Emperor and the others.

He was eliminating the greatest obstacle for them.

"Did I ultimately... change nothing at all?"

He lowered his head, his fists clenched, a deep sense of unwillingness, anger, and... helplessness showing in his eyes.

He thought that if he had stopped Moye Chen's Breakthrough at that time, he would not die again.

But fate was so unyielding.

The Saint Monarch ultimately sacrificed himself, buying them the last bit of time.

He recalled Moye Chen's words to him:

"Do you know what my greatest wish is?"

"The first is to see Xiao Yao happy; this wish seems to have been realized now.

The second... is to hope to once again lead troops, go on the South Campaign against the Yao Race, and reclaim the lost territory of my Great Zhou."

"You, though seemingly brave, are actually very fond of your life..."

"You will also be someone who has to stand on his own in the future; you can't be so unstable anymore..."

"From now on, you are the new Saint Monarch of the Ghost Gate Demon Sect..."

"Take good care of Xiao Yao for me..."

Drip... Drip...

A few drops of water fell to the ground.

Su Xiaobai clutched his face with one hand, hiding the sorrowful and twisted expression behind it.

Only tears continuously overflowed from between his fingers.

"I'm only in my twenties, how can you rest assured entrusting her and such a large Sect to me?... Come back!... Come back!..."

...

At the same time.

Outside the Secluded Heaven.

Wang Ming was anxiously pacing back and forth, occasionally looking in the direction Su Xiaobai had left.

He seemed to be waiting for his return.

The Empress on the other side was still unconscious.

She was too severely injured this time; it would probably be difficult for her to wake up anytime soon.

Boom!

Just then, a huge rumble came from the core area of the Secluded Heaven.

Even from the periphery, one could still see the terrifying Lightning flashes pulsating.

It made people tremble with fear.

"This is... the Lightning Tribulation for a Breakthrough to the Third Realm!" Wang Ming's eyes widened.

As the Sect Master of the Xuan Yue Dao Sect, his strength might not be the top-tier, but his knowledge was definitely top-tier.

He recognized it as the Lightning Tribulation of the Third Realm at a glance.

And he also knew from rumors that the current world simply could not achieve a Breakthrough to the Third Realm.

Once the Breakthrough began, the Lightning Tribulation would never cease.

And in Great Zhou currently, the only one who met the conditions for a Breakthrough to the Third Realm was Moye Chen.

"He was actually forced to such an extent?"

A complex look flashed in Wang Ming's eyes; the Xuan Yue Dao Sect and the Ghost Gate Demon Sect were undoubtedly irreconcilable.

But for Moye Chen as a person, he held him in extreme admiration.

Whether it was leading troops to defeat the Southern Demon, or managing a group of unruly evil individuals in an orderly manner, or leading a faction in the imperial court.

These were all things he could not reach.

And for which he admired him.

He bowed deeply in the direction of the center of the Lightning Tribulation, "Farewell, Marshal Mo!"

He used "Marshal Mo" and not other titles.

Because in his heart, Moye Chen's most glorious moments were never as the leader of the eunuch faction or the Sect Master of a Sect.

But as the brave and fearless Great Zhou God of War who single-handedly made the entire Southern Demon tremble.

...

The core of the Secluded Heaven.

The Lightning Tribulation lasted for a full hour.

The dark clouds slowly dissipated, and sunlight pierced through the clouds, re-illuminating the world.

The scene was a mess.

Within a radius of several miles, there was not a single intact space.

The spatial cracks torn by the Lightning Tribulation could not heal for a long time, and even now, purple electric arcs still flickered within them.

But what was even more startling were the incomplete corpses on the ground.

The Qing Jiang Giant now only had his lower body left, his upper body missing, and he had completely lost all signs of life.

A ferocious giant snake lay horizontally on the ground, its body covered in bloody holes, like a honeycomb, making one's scalp tingle.

The Second Demon King, Gu She (Ancient Snake).

His pupils were wide, revealing intense fear and unwillingness, dying with his eyes open.

Only these two, relying on their Late Stage Second Realm strength, could leave relatively intact corpses.

The remaining Unfettered Giant and Rain God Demon King had their bodies shattered into countless fragments in the Lightning Tribulation, leaving no complete corpse.

In the center of the field.

Was a man with a straight posture and flowing long hair.

However, at this moment, his body was covered in cracks, like a vase about to shatter.

He looked at the object in front of him that was neither human nor ghost.

"Indeed, Demon Emperor, you have been contaminated by the Demon Race." A hint of sadness appeared in Moye Chen's eyes.

In front of him was a bloody, blurry figure.

Half of his body was covered in shattered Dragon scales, while the other half had menacing greenish-black tentacles extending out.

The appearance was as if two different entities lived within one body.

"Hehe, Moye Chen, this Lightning Tribulation ultimately failed to kill me."

"And without you, Great Zhou will be within my grasp!" The Demon Emperor grinned sinisterly.

Moye Chen did not speak, the image of Su Xiaobai's face appearing in his mind.

He smiled and shook his head, "That's not necessarily true; even if I die, behind me, there are tens of thousands of people who will follow one after another."

"Our Great Zhou's talents will never wither!"

And as his words fell.

His body shattered with a "crack" and transformed into countless specks of light, dissipating.

"Heh, stubborn."

The Demon Emperor did not care about Moye Chen's dying words but let out a complete sigh of relief.

If this Lightning Tribulation had lasted any longer, he might have perished here.

He looked at the three dead Demon Kings.

Fire Demon was slain by Moye Chen, while Gu She (Ancient Snake) and Rain God Demon King died under the Lightning Tribulation.

In this battle, their Yao Race lost a total of three Demon Kings, including the Second Demon King Gu She (Ancient Snake), which could be said to be a crippling blow.

But he felt no sadness for the deaths of the three Demon Kings; instead, he spat.

"Useless! You couldn't even endure this, what good are you?"

Crackling!

As soon as he finished speaking, electric arcs crackled on his body, making him grimace in pain.

"Hiss~! No, I can't stay here any longer; I must go back and immediately enter seclusion to clear out the remaining Lightning Tribulation power in my body."

With that, he transformed into a black light and quickly flew out of the core of the Secluded Heaven.

And not long after he left.

Su Xiaobai rushed over in a hurry.

"Saint Monarch!"

"Saint Monarch, where are you?!"

His gaze quickly swept over the incomplete corpses on the ground, but he did not find Moye Chen.

Su Xiaobai paced in place, feeling utterly lost for a moment.

Suddenly! He felt a cluster of light particles surrounding him.

The cluster of light particles was warm and gentle, like an elder patting his shoulder.

Su Xiaobai felt an extremely familiar aura from it.

"Saint Monarch..."

He turned around, but there was no one behind him.

Immediately after, a gentle breeze blew, moving Su Xiaobai's body forward by one step.

As if a hand was pushing him forward from behind, telling him not to dwell on the past.

"I understand, Saint Monarch..." Su Xiaobai bit his lip tightly, no longer looking back.

He walked forward, his eyes shining with determination, "From now on, your will shall be inherited by me."

Watching Su Xiaobai's departing figure.

In the air, there seemed to be a pair of eyes, sending him off with a look of relief.

Finally, a gentle breeze blew, and all the light particles dissipated into dust.