Chapter 1547 - 1548: The Will of God
"King?"
Both the Grand Priest and Jian Xu heard the extremely vague voice simultaneously, and they were both dumbfounded.
"The god actually spoke?"
For ten full years, the Grand Priest had been trying to communicate with the will of the god, only to be mercilessly suppressed each time.
The Grand Priest never dreamed that just when he was about to give up communicating with the will of the god, Yang Fei's communication actually succeeded.
Moreover, this call clearly carried the reverence and submission of a subject to their monarch, exceptionally respectful.
What exactly is going on?
Jian Xu also looked up at the sky, dumbfounded.
The once ferocious and savage face in the sky now seemed as obedient and submissive as a tamed old dog.
Jian Xu muttered to himself, "Could it be that he actually subdued the will of the god? That's impossible!"
In the Divine Tomb, Yang Fei let out a long sigh of relief, completely exhausted, and plopped down to the ground.
The immense pressure subsided like a receding tide.
However, Yang Fei dared not relax the suppression of the Turtle Extreme on the divine will, continuing to operate at high speed, remaining vigilant.
A booming sound, accompanied by thunderous claps, echoed across this realm.
"King, you've finally arrived, now I can die with no regrets."
The enormous sigh, like the wind rustling through the treetops, gradually dissipated.
And the enormous ferocious face in the sky also turned into wisps of flowing clouds.
Everyone stood there blankly, staring at Yang Fei, utterly baffled.
Yang Fei struggled to sit up, glanced at the crowd's bewildered eyes, and smiled awkwardly.
"Don't look at me, I don't know what's going on either. Just now, it felt like I was possessed, almost killed me."
Shi Kong stared blankly at Yang Fei, with doubt all over his eyes.
"King? Who is that?"
Yang Fei shrugged: "I don't know, who the heck knows what's happening?"
At this moment, behind Yang Fei, the coffin of Bai Qi on the altar creaked, scaring everyone.
Ye Shengge and Ye Liuguang both rushed to Yang Fei's side, their faces pale with fright.
After all, this matter was too bizarre, and Ye Shengge and Ye Liuguang, being girls, were terribly frightened.
Yang Fei drew out the longsword; the Night Clan warriors and the Evil Dragon's men also withdrew their blades and aimed at the coffin.
However, a few minutes later, the commotion of the coffin stopped, and there was no more movement.
Yang Fei cautiously led everyone closer, only to see a general in golden armor lying in the coffin, wearing a helmet and armor.
Strangely, his complexion was almost like that of a normal person.
His skin, although sallow, was not decayed, as if he was merely asleep, ready to stand and fight again with a roll over.
The sides and bottom of the coffin were densely embedded with Life Stones, forming many mysterious and obscure symbols.
Yang Fei immediately understood that this was some sort of formation. It utilized the power of the Life Stones to absorb the vital energy generated by this piece of heaven and earth to preserve Bai Qi's body.
No wonder his body hadn't decayed over the centuries.
At this moment, the Life Stones began to explode one by one.
The sound Yang Fei and others heard earlier came from the exploding Life Stones.
Everyone was stunned, watching the Life Stones explode, and staring at the legendary God of Slaughter's corpse.
Each person's heart was struck with unparalleled shock.
Suddenly, Yang Fei noticed that after the Life Stones exploded, Bai Qi's body underwent strange changes.
His body began to change color, decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In an instant, Bai Qi's plump and full flesh turned into a pile of black ashes, leaving only white bones, an empty helmet, and armor.
Seeing this astonishing transformation, everyone widened their eyes.
At the same time, an overwhelming stream of information and countless obscure symbols flooded into Yang Fei's brain.
This flood of information crashed into him like a tide, too much for Yang Fei's steadfast will to endure.
He felt as if his head was about to split from the pain, involuntarily clutching it before collapsing to the ground.
Everyone was shocked as they watched Yang Fei suddenly fall.
Ye Shenge and Ye Liuguang rushed up and helped Yang Fei up.
"Master, are you okay?"
The Mad Blade hurried over and hugged him, reaching out to check his breathing.
Fan Yi looked at the Mad Blade nervously: "How's the Chief Instructor? Is he all right?"
The Mad Blade was also very tense, feeling a slight warm airflow from his fingertips, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The Mad Blade turned around, looking at the Evil Dragon's crew, and shook his head.
"Little Bird Yang is fine, he just fainted."
"This place is too eerie; we must leave quickly."
Everyone nodded in panic, and Shi Kong looked at Yang Fei blankly, seemingly enlightened.
He sighed and spoke earnestly to the Mad Blade.
"If you trust me, wait here for Yang Fei to wake up."
"I believe he has acquired something others can only dream of; during this time, do not disturb him."
Cui Xiang's Fire God Cannon was aimed at Shi Kong.
"Explain clearly, what's wrong with our Instructor?"
Shi Kong shook his head: "I'm just guessing, not entirely sure."
"But if my guess is correct, disturbing him at this moment could harm him."
The Mad Blade stared at the unconscious Yang Fei, clenching his teeth, glaring at Shi Kong for a while before speaking harshly.
"Fine, I believe you, but if you try anything, don't blame me for killing you."
Shi Kong smiled, ignoring the Mad Blade's threat, and spoke calmly.
"Everyone should wait outside; just leave a few to guard here."
As he spoke, he sighed and walked out.
"Heh, life is but a great dream. Who would've thought that the Grand Priest would toil here for ten years in vain compared to Yang Fei's half-day presence?"
The Mad Blade, Three Swords, and others discussed for a while, deciding to withdraw from the Divine Tomb, leaving two of the Evil Dragon Brothers to guard Yang Fei in shifts.
Ye Shengge and Ye Liuguang insisted on staying to take care of Yang Fei.
The Mad Blade knowing these two girls' feelings for Yang Fei, couldn't be bothered.
In a daze, Yang Fei seemed to wake up, yet also appeared still unconscious.
He suddenly opened his eyes, only to find himself in a grand hall where a monarch wearing a dragon robe and crown sat on a throne entwined by nine golden dragons.
Beneath the hall, city officials and military officers lined up in two rows.
The military generals, spirited and strong, emanated overwhelming Essence Qi, with unfathomable Martial Arts Realm.
Even the civil officers, full of concealed power, were evidently formidable and not weak.
Outside the grand hall, countless ironclad warriors stood with spears like a forest, pointing skyward, showcasing mighty military prowess.
Strangely, the emperor's facial features looked identical to Yang Fei's, only more majestic and high-spirited.
Yang Fei felt somewhat bewildered: "Did I somehow become the Emperor?"
Beneath the hall, a general, mighty like a Heavenly God, bowed deeply thrice to the monarch.
"King, the Divine Punishment descends from Above the Nine Heavens, to fight or surrender, please decide!"
Yang Fei found the general's face very familiar, upon reflection, suddenly remembered.
The general wasn't he the God of Slaughter Bai Qi lying within the coffin?