Primordial Era: At the beginning, the Desolate Heavenly Emperor invited me to drink beast milk, and

Those powerful alien beings trapped in the Imperial Pass were like caged beasts, not daring to make any rash moves. This also meant that the spies and backup plans of the Seven Kings could not be used.

As time goes by, how many of those undercover agents from back then still maintain their undercover identities?

How many people actually sought refuge in foreign lands?

Over time, the Seven Kings' act of letting people go back then became evidence of their betrayal and a reason for them to be slandered as "sinful blood".

Looking at the devastated primitive imperial city, Qin Yuan felt a mix of emotions.

After pondering for a long time, he slowly spoke: "Senior, this... is not a reason."

The old man fell silent instantly.

He lost his last glimmer of hope. Yes, this was certainly not a reason for them to wantonly bully the Stone Clan and persecute them as traitors.

Qin Yuan also asked about the purpose of this trip.

"Senior, are any of the seven kings still alive?"

His most important purpose for this trip was to find the Seven Kings.

In the original storyline, when Shi Hao arrived at the Primordial Imperial City, the last of the Seven Kings had already perished.

Now that he has arrived here so far ahead of schedule, he may be able to meet the king who is still alive.

A trace of sadness and desolation appeared on the old man's face.

"Of the seven kings, there is indeed one still alive, but... he is in very poor condition and probably won't last much longer."

This once incredibly powerful race has fallen to this state, with far too many of its members killed in battle. Even the last of the seven kings is nearing the end of his life.

Is this their fate?

Qin Yuan didn't say anything more: "Senior, please take me into the city."

The old man completely lowered his guard against Qin Yuan and led him toward the city gate.

Above the city gate, a faint light flashed, and Qin Yuan vanished from his spot, directly entering the Primitive Imperial City.

This light is also a form of detection; anyone with ill intentions will be directly annihilated by the power of the Primal Imperial City.

Over countless years, this primitive imperial city has been imbued with the blood of countless powerful beings, and has developed its own spirituality, enabling it to autonomously protect this land.

Upon entering the city, Qin Yuan was awestruck by the sight before him.

The city was completely quiet; almost no sound could be heard.

Only under the eaves did dirty little faces peek out, curiously observing him.

The children's eyes were filled with numbness; there was no laughter, no trace of life, and the whole city seemed unusually dull.

For them, life here is a daily battle, an endless slaughter.

They had long been accustomed to this oppressive atmosphere and this cruel reality.

The old man led Qin Yuan along the dilapidated street.

Along the roadside, houses collapsed, walls crumbled, and traces of battle were visible everywhere.

A faint smell of blood and a suffocating sense of desolation filled the air.

"How prosperous this place was once..."

The old man pointed to the surrounding scenery, his tone filled with emotion: "Now, it has become like this..."

Qin Yuan looked at the scene around him, his heart filled with grief.

He couldn't imagine that this once glorious imperial city had become like this.

What kind of suffering did those people who once lived here endure?

At this moment, Qin Yuan's gaze was drawn to a giant palace in the distance.

The enormous palace was radiant with light, almost transparent, and several imposing figures could be vaguely seen sitting cross-legged inside.

Their bodies were engulfed in raging flames, burning their very forms. Their bones were set ablaze, and their flesh released vital energy that flowed through the city, becoming its source of power.

These figures are none other than the seven kings who died in battle!

They fought for the heavens and the earth in life, and they continue to do so in death, using their own bodies to protect this imperial city.

How desolate and tragic this is!

Such is the end of a once earth-shattering figure.

Throughout history, how many immortal kings have been able to do this?

A surge of indescribable admiration and sorrow welled up in Qin Yuan's heart.

He took out a pill from his pocket and handed it to the one-armed old man.

"Senior, this pill should be able to heal your injuries."

The elixir exuded a rich medicinal fragrance that was refreshing and invigorating; just one whiff of it was enough to uplift one's spirits.

The one-armed old man felt the black mist on his wound dissipate slightly, but he still refused.

"This... is too precious, how can this old man accept it?"

In his view, such a precious elixir should not be wasted on an old man like him who is nearing the end of his life.

Qin Yuan smiled and said, "Don't worry, senior. I have many more pills like this."

As he spoke, he took out a bottle filled with pills, and a rich medicinal fragrance instantly filled the air.

The children hiding under the eaves poked their little heads out, sniffing intently, and rare smiles appeared on their thin, bony faces.

"What is this? It smells so good!"

The children gathered around, their eyes fixed on the pills in Qin Yuan's hand, their small bodies trembling slightly with excitement.

Looking into the children's longing eyes, Qin Yuan felt a pang of sorrow in his heart.

The mere scent of medicine could bring them such joy, which shows just how much suffering and hardship these children have endured.

The old man asked somewhat awkwardly, "Do you... have more of these pills?"

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty is also injured. These pills should help him recover somewhat..."

At this moment, the old man's first thought was still of their king, not himself.

Qin Yuan felt even more distressed and stuffed the pill in his hand into the old man's hand.

"Senior, please take these first. I have better medicine for the king's injuries."

The old man was overjoyed: "Really? That's wonderful! That's wonderful!"

He pulled Qin Yuan along and hurriedly headed into the city.

Soon, they arrived at the foot of a low hill.

"This is where the king... resides," the old man said, pointing to the low hill.

There are no palaces or pavilions here, only a desolate hill covered with black bloodstains.

If the old man hadn't told him, no one would have imagined that the last of the seven kings would live in such a simple place.

Nowadays, the last of the Seven Kings rarely takes action unless it is a critical moment.

It would be far too difficult for him to maintain this isolated city on his own.

Only if he lives will this city not be conquered by foreign lands.

Upon reaching the foot of the low hill, the one-armed old man stopped, his expression solemn, and knelt down devoutly towards the summit: "Greetings, Your Majesty!"

Qin Yuan also performed a deep bow.

"Junior Qin Yuan greets the Ancient Ancestor."

Whether out of respect for his ancestors or admiration for the seven kings, Qin Yuan felt that he should perform this grand ceremony.

These ancestors who fought and bled to protect the heavens and the earth deserve his and all future generations' deep respect.