I See the Aura of the Great Emperor in All My Disciples

A vast stretch of ruined main hall of the Imperial Palace, with crumbling walls and broken pillars, nowhere intact; yet even so, one could discern how opulent and majestic the complete palace once was.

War flames spread everywhere, even the entire sky and space were scorched to a fiery red.

The cries of children, the wails of the commoners, the roars of warriors, all converged into a tragic and desperate symphony echoing through this palace.

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Above the sky, countless lightning dragons emerged from the clouds, their dragon heads peering out, eyes fierce, breathing out lightning with each breath.

Above those dragons, a man seemingly without a physical form, his body void-like, gazed down indifferently, overlooking the empire engulfed by war flames.

And beneath the sky, above the empire, hundreds of soldiers clad in armor, wielding spears, knives, or swords, their aura despondent, as if fighting to the death as the dynasty’s last bulwark.

Among these hundreds of soldiers, leading them was the Empress Hong Ying, clad in red armor stained with dark red blood, exuding a heroic yet mournful beauty.

Hong Ying looked upon these scenes, memories flowing like tides in her mind.

This was Hong Ying’s first life, when she was the Empress of the Cloud Phoenix Empire, waging wars on the Heavenly Road, giving the people of the Wilderness Realm a chance to enter other realms and waging wars against the heavens.

Yet, at this time, the Cloud Phoenix Empire was also destined to fail, leading to its destruction.