Inside the Western Capital, Lü Shu could clearly sense that there was only one beam of energy left in the Western Capital Palace. It was like a blazing torch that could not be ignored.
But this torch had never wavered. Even though the two Grandmasters under his command had died, he had no intention of leaving the palace to kill the enemy. He had only watched quietly from the sidelines, as if the earth-shattering battle cries outside had nothing to do with him.
Lü Shu suddenly wondered why Duanmu Huangqi seemed to have given up resisting. He had even thought that Duanmu Huangqi was dead. Otherwise, why had he not shown himself?
But the energy fluctuations could not be faked. Dead people did not have energy fluctuations.
Lü Shu walked step by step into the Western Capital Palace, passing through the red and grey walls. There were no longer any guards here. They had all been killed in battle.
Mituryū Kanao followed behind Lü Shu. The sound of his armor rubbing against each other was like a tangible murderous intent. Zhang Weiyu and the other Inner Palace Officials were patrolling the sky in their Mountain Quaking Armor. They were patrolling the ground, making sure that no one was hiding in the palace.
Everyone surrounded Lü Shu. At this moment, Lü Shu was like the real Divine King. He had finally returned.
Zhang Weiyu and the others discovered that the women of the Western Capital Palace had disappeared. Duanmu Huangqi was no gentleman. Every year, there would be a selection of women. Some people joked that all the beautiful women of Western Province had been taken into the palace by Duanmu Huangqi.
Although the Western Capital Palace was called a palace, that was only because of the existence of the Divine King's Palace. The Emperor Of Heaven's Palace had avoided naming it. In fact, the Emperor Of Heaven's Palace was even more magnificent and luxurious than the Divine King's Palace.
In terms of luxury, the Divine King's Palace was relatively simple.
Zhang Weiyu and the others landed in the back palace. When someone pushed open the door to a bedroom, they almost jumped in fright. There were countless pieces of white silk in the bedroom. It was Duanmu Huangqi who had ordered all the women in the back palace to die.
The white silk hanging down from the roof was a life that had just passed away. They used to be so beautiful and moving, but now they were just corpses.
Zhang Weiyu sighed, but he was not moved.
In this world, there were many things more tragic than the scene in front of them. They didn't have time to sympathize with anyone, nor did they have the intention to sympathize with anyone.
Sympathy was the most useless emotion in war. The victor lived and the loser died. This was fate!
Back when the Old Divine King was at war, Duanmu Huangqi and the others had also forced others into desperate straits. There had been more than one case where the monarch and the queen of a country had committed suicide together. There had been even more cruel things than this.
But the question was, did Duanmu Huangqi never think that he would win? Why did he order them to die so early?
In this world, only those who were certain that their power was lost would make such a choice.
Thinking back on it now, whether it was the death of the Tiger Battalion or the death of the Western Capital's Grandmasters, Duanmu Huangqi had looked on coldly as if he was witnessing his own downfall.
He just watched calmly.
As Zhang Weiyu and the others searched the entire Western Capital Palace, they suddenly found a strange place. When they came to the backyard of the Western Capital Palace, there was a graveyard.
Zhang Weiyu counted. There were ninety-nine of them.
The wide and quiet yard smelled of wine. He looked at the ground in front of the graveyard. It seemed that someone had brought wine here to pay their respects to the dead.
Was it Duanmu Huangqi who had come to pay his respects? Other than Duanmu Huangqi, there didn't seem to be anyone else in the Western Capital Palace.
To kill people, and then immediately come to pay their respects to the dead? This made Zhang Weiyu feel like he could not understand Duanmu Huangqi at all.
"Who are these people?" Someone was confused. "Duanmu Huangqi had specially built a mausoleum for them in the palace. I've heard before that there was a courtyard in the Western Capital Palace that normal people were not allowed to go near, but I've never looked into what was inside."
Zhang Weiyu looked at the names on the tombstones and sighed. "If my guess is correct, then I know who they are. Back then, the Divine King's final battle took place in Xizhou. At the time, the Qing Kingdom was very powerful, and the Old Divine King was met with crazy resistance outside the Western Capital. At that time, the Divine King sent Duanmu Huangqi and a hundred men to Western Capital to kill him. In the end, the Qing King died, and Duanmu Huangqi and his people were left with one last person, Duanmu Huangqi."
The people in the Inner Palace stared at the ninety-nine tombstones and froze. The numbers matched! For the people in the Inner Palace, that war was older than they were born. Many of them had only lived for a few hundred years. Even if they had eaten the diluted Purified Fruit, the limitations of their power caused Mituryū Kanao to go through a few batches.
Now, Zhang Weiyu and the others had not personally experienced that war, and they had always looked forward to it.
Someone didn't understand. "Could Duanmu Huangqi have a time when he valued friendship so much?"
In everyone's impression, Duanmu Huangqi had never trusted anyone. How could someone who could even kill his own son be concerned about others?
Zhang Weiyu shook his head and said, "Even the saints that we speak of will have shortcomings and will make mistakes. How can an evil person not be respected? Who dares to say that they truly understand Duanmu Huangqi? We can only say that the people and things in this world are not black and white. We are all a collection of contradictions. "
Someone looked at the tombstones and saw that each tombstone had the name of the owner of the grave written on it. At this time, someone cried out in surprise. "There's a grave and a tombstone over there, but the tombstone hasn't been erected yet."
The people in the Inner Palace looked over and found that the name written on the tombstone was actually Duanmu Huangqi's own name!
Everyone looked at each other. An ambitious and ruthless person had actually left a tombstone for himself.
"Let's go. No matter what, this war must end," Zhang Weiyu said. "And we just need to stand firmly behind our King."
At this time, Lü Shu came to the door of the main palace. It was completely dark inside. He stood at the door, and it was like he was silently looking at Duanmu Huangqi in the darkness. Behind Lü Shu was Mituryū Kanao, and the Inner Palace had also returned to his side.
At this time, the palace suddenly began to turn into sand. The tiles that were wrapped in colored glaze instantly began to turn into sand and slid down from the roof.
The entire luxurious palace seemed to have been weathered by the passage of time. The tiles were gone, the walls were gone, and the erected stone pillars were also gone. It was filled with a sense of decline and vicissitudes.
When the palace disappeared, the scene inside was revealed. It was no longer dark, and Duanmu Huangqi was sitting on the Dragon Throne in the main palace, resting with his eyes closed.
The other party's expression was calm, and he was wearing the same Emperor Of Heaven attire as Wen Zaifou.
Lü Shu stared at the other party. For some reason, he felt that Duanmu Huangqi looked like the real Emperor Of Heaven wearing this attire.
In his impression, many emperors were suspicious and tyrannical. It should have been Duanmu Huangqi who was like that. On the contrary, Wen Zaifou did not look like an Emperor Of Heaven. He looked more like the commander of the Old Divine King's Imperial Bodyguards.
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