After being exiled for eighteen years, the prince returned to the capital as a veritable immortal.

"Hi!"

Zhou Yi sighed softly.

Of course he knows.

Hu Die volunteered to go with the carriage, undoubtedly because of his wish to be resurrected.

The carriage has already left; there's no point in trying to stop the Jurchens any further.

The crowd stopped fighting, and the eighteen golden men vanished into thin air.

After instructing Si Xuan, Zhou Yi was about to give chase.

"Prince Yi".

The Empress's voice echoed from the palace walls.

"Could you..."

He wanted to ask Zhou Yi to stay, but the words wouldn't come out.

after all.

Zhou Yi's feelings for Hu Die are obvious to all.

call--

Zhou Yi exhaled a breath of suffocation and landed on the ground.

Incidentally, he kicked the fleeing Underworld Emperor back to the ground.

Taking advantage of the moment when everyone was trying to stop the carriage, the Overlord Emperor managed to escape.

The dynasty is still somewhat weak.

If he chases after him, he won't be back for a while.

The Overlord Emperor and the Underworld Emperor could easily seize the throne of the Great Qian Dynasty with a surprise attack.

More importantly.

The Emperor Ying swore an oath to ensure Hu Die's safety.

Therefore, Zhou Yi did not insist on pursuing them.

Again.

The dragon vein has just been opened, and who knows how many ancient monsters it has released.

These next few days, it's safer for him to stay put in the capital and oversee things.

Seeing that Zhou Yi had given up the pursuit, the emperor and his ministers on the palace walls finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The seal on the dragon vein was broken, and the monsters that jumped out were all more powerful than the last.

Even the former tyrants have shown up.

The Great Qian Dynasty is already in turmoil.

Who knows, one day it might be overthrown by some powerful force.

Fortunately, there is still the Imperial Grandson.

At least for now.

He is a demon who slays demons and a god who kills gods.

The group of civil officials looked at Zhou Yi with conflicted expressions.

His eyes held both gratitude and resentment.

They were both grateful to him for saving everyone's lives and resentful that he killed the Confucian sage Dong Tianshu.

Just as they were considering whether to find some words to praise Zhou Yi.

"Tap tap, tap... tap tap, tap..."

A rapid sound of horses' hooves came from the direction of the city gate.

A messenger horse galloped toward the palace gate.

Zhou Yi's trapping formation severed the connection between the city and the outside world.

The fighting inside the city was so fierce that the heavens and earth seemed to collapse, but those outside remained completely unaware.

The messenger captain was stunned by the sight of corpses strewn across the street.

The horse's hooves pounded the blood as it rode forward, arriving at the palace gates.

Glancing at the assembled civil and military officials on the palace walls, the messenger dismounted.

"Grand Marshal... General Huo?!"

The captain was a veteran in the army, so he naturally recognized Wei Qing and Huo Wubing.

Both generals have been dead for over twenty years, haven't they?

How could we possibly meet at the palace gates today?

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, then slapped himself twice.

The burning pain convinced him that the people in front of him were indeed two great generals.

"What urgent news do you have? Present it to me immediately."

Ji Yu's captivating voice drifted down from the palace walls.

Back by Empress Wu's side, he habitually assumed the identity of a eunuch.

The captain knelt down and reported:

"Your Majesty, within a hundred miles of the imperial city, multiple attacks on civilians have been discovered, along with undead spirits..."

The Mahayana sect and the Underworld race gathered almost all their power in the imperial city.

There are always some remnants left outside the imperial city.

Or perhaps some were simply too slow to get into the capital.

brush brush --

The ministers' gazes habitually turned to Zhou Yi.

If you have any difficulties, seek help from the imperial grandson.

It has almost become a habit for everyone.

“Father, Prince Yi has fought a hard battle, so let me go and clean up the remaining rebels.” The Sixth Prince stepped forward.

“Your subject is willing to go along.” The second prince also stepped forward.

The Third Prince and the Fifth Prince also made their statements.

Previously, they were powerless to deal with evil and death.

Now, advancing to the Celestial Realm should be more than enough.

Even the fourth prince bravely stepped forward.

Watching these battles fill him with excitement, and he wishes he could help in some way.

"Uh……"

Just as the Martial Emperor was about to agree, he subconsciously glanced at Zhou Yi.

Now, before making a decision, he is used to checking the attitude of the imperial grandson first.

It's not that I respect this grandson that much.

Rather, his decisions were often less comprehensive than Zhou Yi's.

How can an emperor save face when he is repeatedly outdone?

really.

Zhou Yi gently shook his head and said, "I'll do it myself."

If the Sixth Prince and his men were to handle the case, they would definitely have to visit each crime scene one by one.

Inevitably, some will slip through the net.

He wanted to solve the problem once and for all.

"Alright!" Emperor Wu nodded.

I couldn't help but feel happy.

Fortunately, I had the foresight to refrain from expressing my opinion earlier.

Although it's unclear how Zhou Yi plans to make his move.

But one thing is certain.

If the Grandson of the Imperial Guard were to take action, it would certainly be more efficient and thorough than if the Sixth Prince and others were involved.

……

The war has ended.

The people of the capital quietly opened their doors and cautiously peeked out.

In their sight.

A golden dragon, gleaming bright yellow, winds its way into the sky.

The dragon's thousand-foot-long body exuded a sacred aura.

Instantly, that suffocating sense of blood pressure that had been there before spread to every corner of the imperial city once again.

The beasts trembled and prostrated themselves on the ground, while the people knelt in fear and worship...

"Yin——"

The dragon's roar soared into the sky.

Everyone looks up at the sky with awe.

The golden dragon opened its mouth and spewed out a burst of intense divine dragon flames.

The fiery flames spread rapidly through the high sky.

Like a blazing fire from the heavens, it slowly drifted to every place within a radius of hundreds of miles.

As the area expanded, the deep red flames gradually faded in color.

When it fell to the ground, it was like a thin strand of blood in a huge water vat, visible yet faint.

The faint red light passed through everything, but did not ignite a single spark.

"Sizzle, sizzle..."

Puffs of white smoke rose up.

One by one, the evil spirits and the dead were burned into nothingness.

Samadhi Dragon Flame only burns the spiritual body, but does not harm the physical body.

It seeps through the roof, the bed, and even living people, permeating every space.

Evil spirits and undead spirits, even those hidden in the most concealed corners and the deepest underground palaces.

The dragon's flames, which had been pierced through, burned it to ashes.

this moment.

Outside the imperial city, within a radius of a hundred miles.

Puffs of white smoke rose up, like scales in the sky.

After counting the breaths.

As the white smoke dissipated, the world was clear and bright.

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

……

Those who are being attacked by evil and death are miraculously saved.

They all knelt down and kowtowed to the dragon in the sky to express their gratitude.

Those who were not attacked also joined in the act of giving thanks.

after all.

If Zhou Yi hadn't eliminated the evil spirits and undead in time...

Those living nearby will soon be attacked as well.

……

Amidst people's worship.

The dragon's body shrank, reverting to Zhou Yi's appearance.

The Empress's eyes lit up with joy.

Indeed, refusing the princes' requests to avert disaster was the right choice.

The princes went around trying to extinguish the evil spirits and undead, but their efforts were inefficient.

The time wasted could cost countless lives.

The resentment in the eyes of the ministers noticeably diminished, or even disappeared completely.

The grandson of the emperor used his great supernatural powers to save countless people once again.

This is the act of a sage.

Dong Tianshu, although possessing the abilities of a terrestrial immortal.

Driven by personal selfishness, he pushed for the change of dynasties.

Moreover, he never intended to use his supernatural powers to save people from suffering.

How can such a great Confucian scholar be called a sage?

this moment.

Many civil officials compared Dong Tianshu to Zhou Yi in their hearts.

Who truly "serves the world and all people" is obvious even with your eyes closed.

If one of the two is called a saint.

Then it should be the Grandson of the Emperor.