Chapter 172: Empress of the Divine Dawn

Chapter 172: Empress of the Divine Dawn

"Humans and demons can coexist, but Divine Dawn must die?" Yun Xiao repeated, a bit dazed. The phrase sounded eerily familiar.

"In ancient times, the phrase was 'Humans and demons can coexist, but Sword Cultivators must die,'" the Drunkard continued, shaking his head with a sad smile. "A bunch of compassionate folks knelt before the demons and sent a billion Sword Cultivators straight to hell. From that day forth, they willingly relinquished their martial prowess, letting humanity undergo a millennium of humiliation, oppressed and slaughtered in broad daylight. Those who surrendered were pleased; they lived like puppets in the Heavenly Realm, feasting and partying, while the common folks suffered endlessly.

"And now, a fiery young Empress emerges, making the Demon Continent quake in fear, singlehandedly becoming the backbone for the people of the Immortal Empire. And lo and behold, those holier-than-thou individuals responsible for the fall of the Sword Cultivators reappear. This time, they brainwash the young and the masses, portraying the Empress as a tyrant, a war criminal responsible for disrupting peace and causing immense suffering. They want to tear her apart and ensure she's reviled for eternity."

Hearing this, a surge of anger boiled within Yun Xiao. He too was a monarch! If such events were to truly transpire, how utterly heartbreaking? The politics of the Immortal Empire were far more intricate than those of the lower realms...

Those illustrious families, conspiring with demons to drain the lifeblood of the masses, grew portly and complacent. Their influence spread like tangled roots throughout the Heavenly Realm and beyond, within other lands of the Immortal Empire.

The young prodigies of the Immortal Empire were all their descendants, spread to every nook and cranny of the Heavenly Realm. Against such a network, how could a young maiden, with only her combat skills, possibly stand?

"No surprises there. I bet they've already started slandering the Empress within the palace walls," the Drunkard said with a cold smirk.

Yun Xiao had seen the true colors of these people in the Grand Temple.

"They're only ridiculing you as naive and selfish for now, Yun Xiao. But when the real battle begins, while you face the enemy, they'll be all too ready to stab you in the back! You need to watch out for knives in the shadows during the War of Immortals," the Drunkard warned.

"I understand," Yun Xiao replied, taking a deep breath and nodding.

"They're actually quite pitiable. They've been kneeling for so long, their knees have gone numb, and their spirits are broken. No matter what you do, they see it as a wrongdoing. If you don’t kneel alongside them, they feel humiliated. You punish their demonic overlords, so naturally, they criticize and vilify you. At the slightest misstep, they're ready to curse eighteen generations of your ancestors!" The Drunkard shook his head and sighed. "What's laughable is just how many of them there are."

"Too many indeed..." Yun Xiao admitted, looking a bit worn out.

"When you punished the Demon Prince, I was watching. To be honest, a truly conscientious person, seeing one of their own destroy a demon harming their fellow man, would be thrilled and touched. Even if they found it reckless, they'd still stand by your side, right?" the Drunkard mused.

"Right." Yun Xiao nodded.

Zhao Xuanjian was one such person. Though he felt it was ill-advised, in the end, he stood by Yun Xiao.

"But some folks are different. Their immediate reaction is one of profound discomfort. They chastise your character and actions, eager to paint you as a selfish historical villain. They'd pin all the demons' atrocities on you, wishing to see your reputation crumble. Why? Because their hearts have become corrupted, their knees softened from years of bowing. Such people act self-righteous and point fingers during peacetime but betray their own when the going gets tough. You can't hide such human nature." The Drunkard sighed deeply.

"I'm aware. Like those from the Violet Sky Immortal Empire. They don't genuinely care about the common folk's well-being. To them, the lives of the masses are merely pens with which they write death, their moral weapon. And such weapons never point at demons, only their own fellow man!"

Killing a person? That was amateur hour. But with a moral weapon in hand? Well, now, that could smear a man's name through the mud and back!

Should Yun Xiao meet his end or suffer defeat, not only would they hurl insults at him, but they'd ensure their descendants sang the same vitriolic tune. All the while, they'd line their pockets with gains made off his misery.

After hearing all this, one thing was clear; the world was a brutal place. But a simple glance upwards revealed the palace, shimmering like a beacon of hope. The torchlight of humanity!

"Her Majesty is still fending off those ruffians," the Drunkard said. "I'll lead you to the side hall to wait."

"Alright." Yun Xiao nodded, his gaze lingering on the majestic palace.

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"Your Majesty!" The Grand Temple Sage's face was purple with rage. He pointed an accusing finger at the young girl on the throne, his voice raw from shouting, "Even if you tarnish the reputation of the Eternal Joy Demon Emperor to save face for the other demons, it's just for show! With the ruthlessness of these demons, do you really think they'll let it slide? What if they retaliate against the common folk? Have you lost your senses? For your own selfish desires, you've acted so recklessly. How many innocent lives will pay the price?"

Being one of the oldest and most respected figures in the Immortal Empire, with disciples holding the reins of the empire's very lifeline, his words held weight. And when he spoke up, other officials of the Empire chorused in agreement.

“What’s going on?” Han Jingli exclaimed. Suddenly, endless thunder and fire erupted within. From inside the bell, the air was filled with chilling screams and curses. The faces outside, including that of Ye Qingtian, were a masterclass in astonishment.

Complete and utter silence fell upon the area.

The Divine Dawn Empress sat upright, her eyes closed, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest of her throne. TAP TAP TAP! With every beat, the entire palace quaked.

By the ninety-ninth tap, she announced, “The stew’s ready. Who’d like a taste of Saint Soup?”

Opening the Heavenly Realm Bell, instead of people, there was only a heap of dark ashes. She turned her piercing gaze to Ye Qingtian, “Lord Ye, as a representative of the Ancestral Temple, care to go first?”

His face turned a shade darker than the ashes. He mustered a strained laugh, “Thank you for your kind offer, Your Majesty. But, such a fine delicacy would be better suited for the likes of the Supreme Marshal, Zhao Xuanjian, and others. I shall take my leave.”

With a bow, he backed away, his expression fierce but beads of sweat visible on his brow. As he exited the palace, he transformed into an azure tempest, disappearing into the distance. The remaining officials, their legs trembling, hastened their exit.

From a side hall, Yun Xiao observed it all. The ash... it used to be the Grand Temple Sage, Minister Han Jingli, and the other officials.

“Summon Yun Xiao,” the Empress said, stowing away the bell. With a light puff, the dirt and grime of the palace were instantly expelled, leaving the space pristine.

In no time, a young man in white approached, standing before her. The Empress, adorned in a golden-red dragon robe and a crown embellished with nine pearls, gazed down at him from her elevated throne. Suddenly, she stood, descending the steps, her long dress trailing behind. She passed by Yun Xiao, her face concealed by the hue of a blood-red storm, but he recognized the familiar, graceful figure.

“Today,” she began, stopping before the hall’s entrance and gazing at the vast landscape of the Heavenly Realm. “Both you and I have been called selfish and senseless.”

“Yes.” Yun Xiao nodded.

"After the War of Immortals, I will instigate a war between our two races. I will formally declare war on the Demon Continent!" the Divine Dawn Empress proclaimed.

"Yes!" Yun Xiao nodded in response.

Under the blazing sun, the Empress slowly spread her arms, bathing in the morning light. All Yun Xiao saw was her majestic silhouette against the dawning sun.

"Our people have suffered for far too long," she continued, her voice echoing with determination. "If we don't fight this war, the next generation will have to. Someone must risk it all to secure a prosperous era for countless generations. If I perish without making a mark, the next era may not witness another like me. By then, any battle will result in dire loss. Now is the most opportune moment in our history. The demon race won't give us a chance to grow. We must strike first, hard and decisive, to eliminate their lineage!" She tilted her head slightly, the sun's brilliance battling with the thunderous glow on her face for dominance.

"Yes!" Yun Xiao repeated, nodding his understanding.

"In this war, I have no certainties. If our warriors and civilians must be sacrificed, I'm prepared to join them in death. I'll bear the weight of history's condemnation, even if it means being cursed for eternity. My hope is that this war eradicates the Demon Continent, restoring our lands and peace for countless eras. Some sacrifices are necessary for a long-lasting prosperity."

"Yes!"

Slowly, the Divine Dawn Empress turned to face the rising sun, its rays bestowing a golden glow upon her.

"By Heaven's decree, I was born. Although I'm but a woman, I'll use every ounce of my strength for our people, laying down my life for the peace and prosperity of our lands. Even if it leads me to my demise, I will have no regrets. I wish to stand alongside the many who are willing to lay down their lives, using our bodies to pave the path to prosperity for all. Any praise or blame from history, I will shoulder alone.

"Many lives will be sacrificed in this war. I won't hog the credit, nor do I want our brave souls to wander aimlessly in the afterlife. So, when the war ends and if I'm still alive by some fluke, I'll take my own life at the Sword Dao Monument as atonement, accompanying our warriors on their journey to the afterlife..."

She paused, her gaze softening as she locked eyes with Yun Xiao.

"Yun Xiao," she whispered, her lips parting to deliver her most pressing message. "I hope you will inherit my mission and protect our people after I'm gone."

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