Free Web NovelChapter 1827: Chapter 867: Rewards and Finale (Part 2)
"In the ninth year of Jin Jingtai, on the first day of the tenth month, the King beheaded the foolish ruler Jingtai at Purple Gold Mountain, avenging the millions of commoners who died at that tyrant’s hands."
"Former Jin... at Zhen Nan Pass, the King repelled a million Demon Soldiers!"
"Former Jin... before Martial Emperor City, the King in a single battle annihilated the elite of the Japanese savages."
"Former Jin... the King swept the Western Regions, pacified the Northern Barbarians, and opened ten thousand generations of peace for the commoners of the Central Plains."
"Long live the King!"
"Long live the King!"
At first, only one man shouted, but immediately after, it was ten thousand, several tens of thousands, several hundreds of thousands, millions, all roaring in unison, paying homage to Chen Yuan, bowing with cupped hands.
As the chant fell in unison, Chen Yuan also stepped from the void into the Human World, landing atop Purple Gold Mountain, yet his body was still wreathed in streaks of golden light, as if the Heavenly Emperor had descended, bringing with him an immense, awe‑inspiring might.
At that moment, the sound between Heaven and Earth gradually calmed.
The envoys of the Japanese savages, the envoys of the Thirty‑Six Kingdoms of the Western Regions, the envoys of the many tribes of the Northern Barbarians, all came forward and knelt at the foot of Purple Gold Mountain, repenting of their respective sins.
They belittled the Western Regions, the Northern Barbarians, and Japan into the dust, acknowledging that only the Central Divine Continent of Shen Zhou was the Heavenly Dynasty above all nations; they had failed to recognize the Heavenly Dao and acted against Heaven, and thus fully deserved their sins.
They lavished praise on Chen Yuan as Heavenly Khan of the Grassland, co‑ruler of the kingdoms of the Western Regions, and the Supreme Immortal Emperor of Japan.
And this scene of all nations coming to court also made every commoner and Martial Artist present feel glory as if it were their own, their faces full of intense pride.
To this day, they still remembered the scenes of the Western Regions invading, the Northern Barbarians pounding at the passes, and Japan crossing the seas; how arrogant they had been back then—now, they were kneeling before the Central Plains.
Tell me, whose heart could remain as still as water?
In everyone’s heart, there was only one thought now: only the Southern Border was yet to be subdued; once that was done, the Human Race of the Central Plains would truly stand above the Human World, and they would usher in a prosperity never seen before.
"Long live the Heavenly Khan!"
"Long live the Immortal Emperor!"
"Long live the Holy Master!"
Those envoys all dropped to their knees, loudly acclaiming long life to Chen Yuan.
And Chen Yuan stood atop Purple Gold Mountain, his gaze fixed forward; within his eyes it was as if endless galaxies were contained, encompassing all things—merely by standing there, he was the sole sovereign of this Heaven and Earth.
Su Ziyue pinched three sticks of incense between her fingers and offered them to Chen Yuan.
After receiving them, Chen Yuan faced the commoners, officials, envoys, and soldiers, and said in a deep voice:
"Now that the chaotic world has been unified and the realm is at peace, here, I, Chen Yuan, first pay respect above to Heaven and Earth, and below to my subjects, to honor all the soldiers who fell in the wars of unifying the Central Plains.
To honor all the heroic spirits who, for the peace of the Central Plains, protected my Human Race and guarded the borderlands.
Today, I proclaim to all under Heaven: we found a nation as Yan, with the reign title... Shengwu—Sacred Martial!"
His voice thundered like lightning, sweeping through Heaven and Earth; Chen Yuan’s words rang clearly and unmistakably in the ears of every commoner and Martial Artist, endlessly echoing, lingering without cease.
Lu Chengfeng, Moluo, Jiang He, Tianxu, all the soldiers, all the commoners, all the court officials, at this moment all faced Chen Yuan, bowing down together and said:
"We pay homage to Your Majesty!"
"We pay homage to Your Majesty!"
"We pay homage to Your Majesty!"
In that instant, it was as if Chen Yuan’s vision suddenly changed; one figure after another appeared—there were his former enemies: Jingtai, Sima Ke, Sima Yuande,
the Buddha, Huang Ji, the Demon God.
There were also his comrades who had once fought shoulder to shoulder with him, as well as those who were both enemy and friend; they appeared between Heaven and Earth, gazing distantly at Chen Yuan, as if endless emotions were contained in their eyes.
But in the next moment, it was as if a mirror suddenly shattered with a boom.
Then, in his eyes, Heaven and Earth changed; as he proclaimed the founding of Great Yan and the reign title Shengwu, strands of black national destiny light manifested between Heaven and Earth.
It was like a long river of black national fortune, drawing in all power; with this place as the center, terrifying national destiny from all directions began to converge here at this moment.
One could faintly see a mighty Black Dragon looming in and out of sight, coiling between Heaven and Earth—and this scene, everyone personally witnessed, seeing that black Divine Dragon raise its head to the sky and roar.
It turned into a streak of flowing light and drilled into Chen Yuan’s body; in this instant, national destiny descended upon Chen Yuan!
...
At this moment, just as national destiny descended upon Chen Yuan, before Zhen Nan Pass, the figure of Demon Emperor Mo Ying slowly condensed between Heaven and Earth, his gaze incomparably grave as he stared at Zhen Nan Pass ahead.
It was precisely this mighty fortress that blocked the Demon Race’s northward advance; it was precisely before this fortress that the Demon Race lost a million troops and was routed in defeat. Not a moment passed that he did not desire to shatter this city‑pass.
Unfortunately, by the time he had completed all his preparations, that Chen Yuan whom he could once suppress with a wave of his hand had already grown to a height that even he had to look up to.
He had no choice but to retreat back to the Southern Border.
Even when that Luo Tian Demon God goaded him to go and fight Chen Yuan, he still did not dare; a kind of fear seemed to have taken root in his heart. He was afraid that if he went, he would never return...
And now he appeared here precisely because he intended, at the critical moment of Chen Yuan’s founding and ascension, to present him a generous gift: to utterly smash Zhen Nan Pass and slaughter a million of the Human Race.
After all, they had already forged a blood feud, one that would not end until one side died; even if he did nothing, in the future Chen Yuan would still launch a massive campaign to the south and annihilate the Demon Race.
Since that was so, why continue to endure?
But... just as he was about to make his move, an ominous premonition rose from the depths of his heart, as if if he acted now, it would draw down some world‑shaking calamity.
And in the next moment, he saw Zhen Nan Pass ahead undergo a change; streams of black airflow surged into the sky, as if they were converging toward some place.
National destiny!
The national destiny of the Central Plains Dynasty!
