Chapter 895: Annihilation
Upon hearing Jiang Yantian's words, the Ancient Saint Emperor suffered a mental breakdown.
"Ahhhhh!!!"
No!!! No!!
The Ancient Sage Emperor knew that Jiang Yantian would definitely keep his word.
He thought about how he was about to be suppressed for eternity and enslaved forever.
He was an ancient sage emperor, the ancestor of the Dao.
But they are about to become slaves to demons, and will be trampled on at will.
This terrifying contrast caused him to lose his mind.
Slumped on the shattered altar, the ancient emperor frantically tore at his clothes.
"Heavenly Law! You've destroyed me! You've destroyed me!!!"
He roared madly at the sky, his voice hoarse like a broken gong.
"I have guarded you for eternity, and eliminated your enemies! Why have you abandoned me? You could at least give me a quick death!"
Only the howling wind answered him.
And Jiang Yantian's cold laughter.
The ancient sage emperor knelt on the ground, his hands once holding the reins of heaven and earth, once capable of turning clouds into rain.
Now he can't even feel pain when he hits someone, let alone commit suicide.
Everything was ruined; his soul was incomplete, his dantian was shattered, and his meridians were broken.
All that remained was a body more fragile than that of an ordinary person.
Jiang Yantian had lost interest in arguing with him.
A small pot or vase, about the size of a palm, appeared in my hand without me even noticing.
The body of the teapot is engraved with the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, plants and trees.
A faint, murky current swirled around the spout, as if it contained a world within itself.
The ancient sage emperor's voice abruptly stopped, his pupils shrinking as he stared at the pot.
He sensed a devouring power emanating from the pot that made his very soul tremble.
"You should recognize me, right? The Sun and Moon in a Pot."
Jiang Yantian casually toyed with the teapot, pointing the spout at the Ancient Sage Emperor.
"Everything inside is enough for you, a piece of trash, to reflect on your great achievements."
"No! No!!" The Ancient Saint Emperor's hysteria instantly turned into extreme fear!
He wanted to crawl, to escape, to kneel and beg for mercy.
But he found that his body was as if nailed to the altar, and he couldn't even move a finger!
"Buzz!"
The bronze pot suddenly emitted a resounding clang!
A visible gray vortex immediately erupted from the spout of the kettle.
Within the vortex, one can vaguely see the alternation of the sun and moon, and the birth and death of stars!
A terrifying suction force surged out of the pot, like billions of stars collapsing at the same time, pulling fiercely towards the Ancient Saint Emperor!
"I am the Holy Emperor! I am the Dao Ancestor!!"
The ancient sage emperor struggled frantically, and the last wisps of imperial dragon energy remaining in his origin rushed into the vortex like moths to a flame.
But it was swallowed up in an instant!
His body drifted uncontrollably toward the spout of the kettle.
His hair stood on end, his clothes fluttered in the wind, and his face was filled with despair and resentment!
"Your Majesty, I was wrong, I regret it... Please forgive me..."
These were his last words.
"puff!"
The ancient holy emperor's body was completely swallowed up by the gray vortex.
The sun, moon, and star patterns on the teapot lit up briefly before returning to calm.
Jiang Yantian casually put the treasure away.
On the altar, only a pool of dried blood and a few tattered fragments of the dragon robe remained.
This proves that there was once an emperor here who, in despair and madness, went down a path of eternal damnation.
Inside the pot, the ancient holy emperor was being crushed and torn apart by countless laws, enduring torment ten thousand times worse than death.
However, this is only the beginning.
The emperor's power was completely lost, and his soul was imprisoned in a pot.
From that time on, there was no more ancient sage emperor in the world.
The Demon Realm will gain one more "demon slave who poops faster than anyone else".
With this matter settled, Luo Biling slowly approached Jiang Yantian's side.
Jiang Yantian looked at her, smiled slightly, and gently stroked her beautiful face.
Just as he was about to speak, the person below suddenly begged for mercy.
"Your Majesty, the Ancient Holy Emperor is dead, and we are willing to submit to you!"
"We beg Your Majesty the Demon Emperor to grant us your mercy; we will gladly die for you!"
A large group of people suddenly knelt down and worshipped Jiang Yantian.
Jiang Yantian looked at them and sighed.
"You weren't like that just now."
"No, no!" The surviving strongmen kowtowed one after another.
"Demon Emperor, spare our lives! We are willing to submit to the Demon Realm!"
"Please, Demon Emperor, have mercy! We have all been deceived by the Ancient Saint Emperor!"
Suddenly, a deafening chorus of pleas for mercy erupted from the scene.
They were as arrogant as they were before, and now they are as humble as they are now.
Jiang Yantian looked down at the ants at his feet.
He recalled that just half an hour ago, people were still shouting "Kill the demon thief!" and "Protect our Holy Emperor!"
The fervor in their eyes almost consumed them.
He has no shortage of people, let alone traitors.
"Submit?" Jiang Yantian scoffed, his voice as cold as ice hitting the ground.
“You didn’t say that when the Ancient Saint Emperor was still here.”
He slowly raised his hand, his palm loosely clenched, and suddenly the powerful figures in the front row below the altar were gripped by an invisible force, their feet leaving the ground.
"What do you think would happen if the Ancient Holy Emperor had won?"
The old men's faces turned purple as they struggled frantically, but they couldn't utter a single word.
"Ling'er, shall we do it or shall we?" Jiang Yantian turned to look at his side.
Unexpectedly, Luo Biling was gazing at him with her chin resting on her hand, her beautiful eyes sparkling with stars.
A silly smile still lingered on his lips.
He's clearly still infatuated with her crush.
I didn't hear what he said at all.
Jiang Yantian shook his head helplessly, but a hint of doting affection flashed in his eyes.
He smiled faintly, withdrew his gaze, and pointed his palm at the trembling crowd below.
"It seems I still have to do it myself."
"Buzz!"
Before he finished speaking, a long, jet-black banner suddenly flew out from his sleeve!
The banner moves without wind, embroidered with countless magical patterns.
Compared to before, there are some things added to the top of the banner.
Nine blood-red skulls were hanging there.
Each skull's eye burned with eerie green flames, emanating a terrifying aura that seemed to devour the heavens and earth!
“Ten Thousand Souls… no, it’s the Banner of Ten Thousand Demons…” Someone recognized the banner and let out a desperate scream!
Jiang Yantian flicked his finger, and the Myriad Demon Banner suddenly swelled by a thousand feet.
It stands like a pillar supporting the sky in the heart of the ancient dynasty!
The banner shook violently, and the magic patterns lit up, transforming into countless black chains.
It spread in all directions!
"Crack! Click!"
Black chains pierced the earth, and the vast territory of the ancient dynasty suddenly began to tremble violently!
The imperial city began to collapse, and the colossal pillars reaching to the sky snapped in half.
Even the ancient protective array of the city was groaning under the corrosive influence of the demonic runes!
"no, do not want!!"
"Demon Emperor, spare my life!"
Although they realized their mistake, it was too late.
He was the one who destroyed the entire dynasty, and he wanted all those who had disrespected him to pay a bloody price!
Everyone present immediately began to flee.
Black chains coiled around the fleeing crowd like venomous snakes, and anyone who touched them was instantly drained of their life force.
They were pulled into the Banner of Ten Thousand Demons.
The demonic energy surged, and countless ferocious demonic shadows could be vaguely seen roaring within, threatening to completely devour this world!
Lopiling then came to her senses and looked down at the hellish scene below.
Suddenly I felt a surge of excitement. If they were all dead, wouldn't it be possible for some indescribable things to happen here?
Jiang Yantian stood atop the altar, his robes fluttering, his eyes as cold as ancient ice.
He watched as the ancient dynasty's city crumbled amidst demonic energy.
Watching those people being pulled into the Ten Thousand Demon Banner in despair.
The Demon Banner frantically absorbed living souls and resentment, making the demonic patterns on its surface even more vibrant.
Even the sky was stained a deep, blood-red color.
The once glorious ancient dynasty has now become a sacrifice.
