The Rebirth of a Concubine's Daughter and Her Heartless Lover!

The coming of death, the crack of fate

Shen Yiyao, leading the imperial army, had already repelled the attack from the northern border. The smoke on the battlefield was so thick that it was almost impossible to breathe. However, just when everyone thought the situation was under control, an unforeseen change suddenly occurred - the sky over the empire suddenly darkened, as if an invisible force was tearing the land apart.

"The sky... the sky is falling?" A soldier looked up at the sky in horror. The sky turned blood red and the clouds rolled endlessly, as if the boundary between the earth and the sky disappeared in an instant, and the whole world fell into some unknown situation.

At that moment, on the other side of the battlefield, Zhao Yuanming suddenly appeared before Shen Yiyao. He was clad in black armor, and exuded an icy aura, as if the temperature of heaven and earth had instantly dropped by dozens of degrees with his arrival. Shen Yiyao's eyes turned cold, knowing that at this moment, all the arrangements could no longer conceal her true determination.

"You're finally here." Shen Yiyao's voice was calm, as if she had already seen through this destined confrontation.

The corners of Zhao Yuanming's mouth curled slightly, as if he was completely satisfied with the situation. "Shen Yiyao, you underestimated me after all." He looked up at the sky, his smile dark and terrifying. "Do you think victory or defeat on the battlefield can determine the future of the empire? No, true fate is never in your hands." He raised his right hand, and suddenly, an indescribable dark force surged from his palm, quickly sweeping across the entire sky.

"You're..." Shen Yiyao felt a surge of oppression coming from all directions, and instantly felt the energy in the atmosphere fluctuate violently. She realized that this was no longer a simple war, but a disaster beyond common sense.

"This is my true power," Zhao Yuanming murmured, a glint of madness flashing in his eyes. "I have long since used forbidden techniques to borrow the mysterious power of the barbarians in the northern border and resurrected the ancient power of the god of death. Today, I will not only retake my empire, but also reduce all mortal worlds to ashes!"

A flash of surprise flashed across Shen Yiyao's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure. "Do you think you're the only one who controls death?" She unsheathed the Dragon Sword from its scabbard, and the blade instantly emanated a dazzling blue light, as if resonating with the heavens and the earth. With a light leap, she lunged at Zhao Yuanming with unparalleled sword energy.

However, the moment she approached, Zhao Yuanming laughed even more crazily: "You are too naive, Shen Yiyao. Do you think your sword can cut off the shackles of fate? Let me show you the true god of death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark current, like a crack in the void, suddenly spread from behind Zhao Yuanming, tearing the entire battlefield apart. Countless ghosts and skeletons instantly descended from the sky. These once-dead warriors, now resurrected in an indescribable state, formed a vast dark army.

"Resurrection Legion? You actually used this method!" Shen Yiyao's face changed. She obviously didn't expect that Zhao Yuanming would go to any lengths to join forces with the power of death.

The soldiers on the battlefield were terrified by the resurrected undead, their faces pale and trembling, some even collapsing in fear. Shen Yiyao knew that this was not just a military showdown with Zhao Yuanming, but a disaster that completely overturned common sense - a darkness she could not foresee.

Just as Shen Yiyao prepared to face the Resurrection Legion, a sudden flash of golden light appeared, and the entire battlefield seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force. Shen Yiyao's body trembled violently, and she turned to see a figure in golden armor appear before her. The aura was so powerful that it seemed to ignore all the rules of heaven and earth.

"Who are you?" Shen Yiyao raised her eyebrows and stared vigilantly at the mysterious figure who suddenly appeared.

The mysterious figure didn't respond, but instead swung the greatsword in his hand, its golden light blazing like the sun. The force shattered the surrounding dark air currents and the resurrected army. A flicker of surprise flashed in Shen Yiyao's eyes; she had never witnessed such a powerful force before.

"You saved me?" Shen Yiyao asked in a deep voice.

The mysterious figure lowered his head, revealing a familiar face—it was actually the deceased former emperor of the empire, Shen Yiyao's father! She couldn't believe her eyes, and her mind instantly recalled countless nights when her father died. Could this all be just a trick of fate?

"You...you are really back?" Shen Yiyao's voice trembled, and her eyes were full of disbelief.

"I've always protected you, Yao'er." Shen Yiyao's father's voice was low and firm, filled with concern and love for her. "You've done well, but this battle is no longer just an ordinary power struggle. Zhao Yuanming has touched a forbidden power. He has not only resurrected the dead, but also awakened an even more powerful force. You must understand that fate is sometimes beyond your control."

Shen Yiyao's heart trembled. She had never imagined that the enemy she faced would be so powerful. Zhao Yuanming was no longer just a powerful official, but had already formed a kind of contract with the power of death. His goal was not just the power of the empire, but the domination of the entire world.

"Yao'er," Shen Yiyao's father spoke again, "you must make a choice now. Either give up everything and join Zhao Yuanming's camp to control this infinite power; or, join forces with your father to completely eliminate this curse of death and restore justice to the empire."

Shen Yiyao was stunned, her heart filled with complex emotions. She looked at her father's familiar face, and she felt a surge of confusion and bewilderment. Originally, she had only wanted to protect this country and her family, but everything before her was beyond her comprehension. Was Shen Yiyao truly capable of making such a choice now?

At this moment, Zhao Yuanming's voice rang out again: "Shen Yiyao, there's no point in running away! You can't escape the shackles of fate!"

The cracks in the sky widened, and the power of death seemed to be constantly sucking the breath of life away. Shen Yiyao looked at her father, and a determined light suddenly flashed in her eyes: "I am not afraid of fate! I am not afraid of death! I will reverse everything and take back my empire!"

The dragon sword in her hand radiated a dazzling light, as if tearing apart the darkness of the entire battlefield. The cracks in fate were no longer a constraint on her, but the starting point of her breakthrough.

Chapter 61: The Underworld Comes, the Punishment of Power