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Chapter 1514 I have no need to explain to others

The next day, early morning.

The eldest prince, Chu Jingtian, wore a black python-patterned court robe with a jade belt around his waist. His figure was as upright as a pine tree on a cliff. Beside him, seventeen princes were arranged in order of seniority, with the hems of their black and royal blue court robes hanging down on the steps.

Princess Chu Qingci stood at the very end of the princes' group, wearing a silver fox fur cloak over her moon-white palace dress. The fur at the collar was damp with morning mist, but she did not look disheveled at all.

She stood tall with her chin slightly tucked in, her eyes carrying a frosty coolness, like a plum blossom quietly blooming in the cold wind, unassuming yet possessing its own noble character.

Everyone held their breath, even the rustling of their clothes was minimized, except for the two stone lions in front of the palace gate, who silently watched the solemn wait.

Not long after, a series of powerful footsteps came from afar.

The sound was initially indistinct, like muffled thunder rolling across the sky, but it quickly became clear, each step landing on the tip of one's heart, making the ground tingle slightly.

Everyone looked up and saw five figures clad in dark gold armor striding towards them. The crisp sound of armor plates clashing together mingled with the sound of footsteps, exuding an undeniable aura of power.

Those were the Chaos God Emperors. They were tall, nearly a head taller than ordinary people, with broad shoulders and thick backs, like five moving, majestic mountains. Their bodies were surrounded by faint spiritual energy fluctuations, making even the air seem to be stagnant.

The leading Chaos God Emperor had a shallow scar on his forehead, extending from his brow bone to his chin. When his gaze swept over the crowd in front of the palace gate, it was full of undisguised arrogance, as if the white jade steps beneath his feet and the princes and princesses before him were nothing more than insignificant dust.

Their gazes swept over us lightly, without lingering for a moment, as if looking at us for even a second would be a desecration.

Chu Jingtian clenched his hand hidden in his sleeve. He knew better than anyone that these people were walking step by step into a death trap that had been laid. But at this moment, no one could afford to reveal the slightest flaw!

"Esteemed seniors, please proceed to the Imperial City Square. Your fourth brother will guide you along the way."

Chu Jingtian took half a step forward, his voice as steady as a bell, spreading through the morning air. He was neither humble nor arrogant, maintaining proper etiquette while retaining the air of royalty.

The leading Chaos God Emperor casually waved his hand, as if shooing away an annoying mosquito. He glanced at Chu Jingtian, his impatience almost overflowing: "Alright, then lead the way."

"Yes."

The Fourth Prince, Chu Mingxuan, stepped out from the ranks. He was dressed in a royal blue court robe and had just the right amount of respect on his face. He bowed and said, "Esteemed seniors, please follow me."

He lowered his eyes, concealing the cold glint that flashed in them, turned around and took the lead, his steps neither fast nor slow, just enough to guide the Chaos God Emperors toward the plaza.

Without hesitation, the Chaos God Emperors followed him like a black tide, their armor plates reflecting the morning light as they marched into the palace gates in a grand procession, completely unaware of the fleeting vigilance in the eyes of the guards on either side of the gates.

Song Yu followed, and not far away, several powerful Initial Realm experts were looking at him with eyes as cold as sharp blades, carrying undisguised malice, as if they wanted to see right through him.

But Song Yu seemed oblivious, maintaining his steady pace as he walked straight toward the palace gates.

Zhang Rourou spotted him immediately at the palace gate.

The moment she saw Song Yu, her cheeks flushed red, like two blooming peach blossoms, and her eyes shone with excitement. She took two steps forward, almost rushing out, but then forcibly steadied herself!

Song Yu's gaze fell upon her, but remained completely unmoved. His eyes were deep and cold, like a bottomless, icy pool, from which no one could fathom his emotions!

"Benefactor!"

Zhang Rourou could no longer hold back and cried out urgently. She rushed forward and reached out to grab Song Yu's arm, her fingertips almost touching his sleeve.

Song Yu seemed to have anticipated this, slightly shifting his body and taking a small step back half an inch, just enough to avoid her touch.

He frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes, but his tone remained flat: "What?"

Zhang Rourou's hand froze in mid-air, the color draining from her face. She cried out urgently, her voice trembling with a hint of aggrieved sobs, "My benefactor, it's...it's me..."

She was terrified that Song Yu had already forgotten about her!

"Of course I remember you."

Song Yu's voice remained icy, like a block of ice that had never melted in a thousand years, "But between you and me, we owe each other nothing. From now on, let's each go our own way. Besides, I am not from this continent."

He paused, his gaze fixed on the depths of the palace, his tone completely flat, "I've stayed here only to reclaim what belongs to me. Once I have it, I will leave."

"I……"

Zhang Rourou was stunned. She stood there blankly, looking at Song Yu in front of her, feeling both familiar and unfamiliar.

She had imagined countless scenarios of their reunion in her mind...

She opened her mouth, but found that her throat was blocked by something, and she couldn't say a word, so she could only fall into silence.

After a long while, Zhang Rourou slowly lowered her head, tears glistening in her eyes, but she held them back from falling.

She nodded gently, her voice trembling slightly, "My benefactor, I...I understand."

She knew in her heart that Song Yu was right. They were never meant to be. He had saved her once, which was more than enough. He had no obligation to do anything more for her.

Realizing this, she lowered her head even further in shame, not daring to look at Song Yu again, and silently retreated to the side.

"I'm in."

Song Yu didn't look at her again, and without the slightest hesitation, he turned around and strode towards the palace gate!

……

The palace square was already packed with people.

On the high platform in the center of the square, a long sword floated silently—that was the Chaos Immortal Sword.

Many Chaos God Emperors surrounded the high platform like a pack of greedy wolves, their eyes fixed on the Chaos Immortal Sword, their gazes filled with longing and fervor. Some even couldn't resist reaching out to touch the fluctuations of spiritual energy, only to pull back just before they were about to.

"This sword is even better than I imagined."

A Chaos God Emperor dressed in a purple robe murmured, his eyes filled with amazement, "This aura alone is stronger than any divine weapon I have ever seen before."

"This divine weapon does not belong to our Ancient Spirit Continent."

Another Chaos God Emperor with white hair slowly spoke. He was the most knowledgeable about divine weapons among them. At this moment, he was squinting as he examined the Chaos Immortal Sword, gently stroking his beard with his fingers, his eyes revealing a hint of awe. "Look at the patterns on this sword, and the fluctuations of spiritual energy... This sword has probably already reached the initial level!"

"Initial level?"

Everyone gasped in surprise, their faces filled with shock.

There are only a handful of initial-level divine weapons in the entire Ancient Spirit Continent. If one could obtain this Chaos Immortal Sword, their strength would undoubtedly increase significantly. However, after the initial shock came a deep sense of helplessness.

“The initial level of divine weapons has extremely strict requirements for recognizing a master. With our abilities, it will probably be difficult to make it accept us.”

"Perhaps I can."

A voice suddenly rang out, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a Chaos God Emperor carrying a long sword walking out.

He was tall and slender, dressed in a blue sword robe with a sword tassel at his waist, and his eyes were as sharp as swords.

He said confidently, "I am favored by the source of the sword law, and I am born with the ability to make swords feel favor. Top-level divine weapons like this generally have their own consciousness. As long as they sense my sword heart, they will surely recognize me as their master."

"Then why don't you give it a try, fellow Daoist?"

Someone in the crowd spoke up, their tone tinged with a hint of probing.

For some reason, as he approached the platform, a strong sense of unease suddenly welled up in his heart, and the closer he got to the Chaos Immortal Sword, the stronger this premonition became. But looking at the longing eyes of the people around him, he swallowed the rest of his words.

"Just try it!"

The Chaos God Emperor, carrying his sword, gave a soft snort.

He knew that a swordsman should be fearless and forge ahead. If one does not even have the courage to try, how can one talk about the way of the sword?

He took a deep breath, walked step by step to the high platform, stood in front of the Chaos Immortal Sword, and then slowly extended his right hand, placing his palm on the sword.

In an instant, the spiritual energy within his body surged out like a raging tide, flowing into the Chaos Immortal Sword through his palm.

The moment the spiritual energy came into contact with the sword, the Chaos Immortal Sword suddenly emitted a deafening sword cry. The sound was like the roar of an ancient beast, causing the entire square to tremble slightly. The spiritual energy in the air became chaotic, and everyone felt their eardrums buzzing. Their hearts felt as if they were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and even breathing became difficult!

"Done?"

Someone couldn't help but whisper, their eyes full of anticipation, looking at the Chaos God Emperor with a hint of envy—if he could truly gain the Chaos Immortal Sword's approval, he would probably be invincible in the Ancient Spirit Continent.

But the next second, an accident happened.

Just when everyone thought that the Chaos God Emperor carrying the sword was about to succeed, his body suddenly began to become transparent, as if he was being pulled by an invisible force.

The confidence on his face instantly turned into terror. His mouth gaped open, as if he wanted to shout, but no sound came out.

In the blink of an eye, his body vanished completely into thin air, leaving not a trace, as if he had never existed.

"what?"

The faces of the people in the square changed drastically. It was as if they had been hit hard by a heavy hammer. Everyone looked at the platform in disbelief, their eyes filled with shock and fear.

A person was perfectly fine just a moment ago, how could they suddenly disappear? Were they absorbed by the Chaos Immortal Sword? Or...?

We need a reasonable explanation!

A Chaos God Emperor clad in black armor stepped forward, his gaze icy as he looked at Chu Fengyao not far away, his tone filled with rage. Chu Fengyao was the monarch of the Great Chu Empire; he was the one who had taken out the Chaos Immortal Sword, and now that someone had died, he demanded an explanation.

They came here to fight for the Chaos Immortal Sword, not to die for no reason!

Chu Fengyao stood on the high platform on the east side of the square, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe with a nine-dragon jade belt around his waist. He glanced at the Chaos God Emperor and said in an icy tone, without the slightest hint of backing down: "I have no explanation to give, nor do I need to explain to you."