An hour later.
In the ruins.
Beichen Yong closed his eyes unwillingly. The life force on his body became weaker and weaker until it disappeared.
During this period of time.
None of the generals, clansmen, and ancestors of the Tian Yin Dynasty stepped forward, completely shattering the last bit of hope in his heart.
A moment later.
The atmosphere became more and more solemn.
Which of the people present was not a cultivator?
Almost everyone knew about the disappearance of the God Emperor's aura.
For example, God Emperor Tian Yin was gone.
Everyone would be tempted by an empty position. After all, becoming the Divine Empress not only had cultivation techniques, but also resources and so many other conditions.
As long as one's aptitude wasn't too bad, becoming a peak Sacred Lord wouldn't be a problem.
If they were lucky, they might even become Saints.
Some of the Tian Yin imperial family had some thoughts in their hearts, but they did not dare to say them out loud. The deterrence that Beichen Heng gave them was too great.
It was hard to guarantee that he would not be punished.
Right now.
Protecting oneself was the way of the king.
.......
After a while.
Beichen Yong's corpse was about to turn cold.
An indifferent voice slowly sounded from the void and entered everyone's ears.
"My father has passed away, and I am filled with grief. However, a country cannot be without a ruler for a day. From today onwards, I will ascend the throne.”
It seemed like they were discussing something.
But from the sound of it, it sounded more like a notice.
These words are very clear. I want to be the Divine Emperor.
Those who are not convinced can stand up.
For a moment.
Everyone looked at each other. After a short silence, a general was the first to react. He knelt down in the air and said loudly,
"Greetings, Divine Emperor. May the Divine Emperor live forever!”
"F * ck!"
Many people glared at him.
This fence-sitter, isn't he falling too fast? Many people haven't even made up their minds yet, and you're already kneeling and licking his boots?
Seeing that someone was taking the lead.
As for the remaining people, even if they were unwilling, they had to pinch their noses and admit it.
Beichen Heng's strength was there. Even if they wanted to rebel, they could not cause any waves.
"Greetings, Divine Emperor. May the Divine Emperor live forever!”
"Greetings, Divine Emperor. May the Divine Emperor live forever!”
"Greetings, Divine Emperor. May the Divine Emperor live forever!”
"Greetings, Divine Emperor. May the Divine Emperor live forever!”
......
Loud voices gathered together as if they were one. They were extremely terrifying and their might pierced through the sky, causing people to tremble.
He looked around.
Countless people became shorter.
At the center.
Only Beichen Heng stood upright.
"Everyone, rise!"
Beichen Heng said.
At this moment, his thoughts were clear, and he felt extremely happy. He had been pursuing it for many years, and now it had come true. It made him feel like he was in a dream, and it was extremely unreal.
In the past, he had thought more about how to survive.
As for becoming a God Emperor, he would only dare to secretly think about it when he dreamed at night.
He did not expect that it would actually come true today!
He had really become a God Emperor.
"It's all thanks to Senior!"
Beichen Heng sighed in his heart.
If it wasn't for the senior, the person lying here today should be him.
And the person receiving the worship of the officials should be his father!
"I have to think about how to repay Senior's kindness.”
Beichen Heng pondered.
If Li Yun knew what Beichen Heng was thinking, he would probably wake up laughing even in his dreams.
Beichen Heng thought for a moment before turning around and sweeping his gaze across the crowd. He said indifferently,
"If there's nothing else, you can all disperse!”
"We will take our leave!"
"We will take our leave!"
......
After everyone left.
The matter of the Tian Yin Dynasty also spread out, setting off a huge uproar in the entire world.
After all.
A dynasty was not weak. It was fine if the transition to the throne was smooth and not too many people would pay attention to it. However, if it was not smooth, it would be interesting.
More importantly…
There was also a shocking piece of news!
The method to borrow luck to become a saint reappeared after a million years and appeared in Beichen Heng's hands.
This news made countless people start to think.
This technique did not belong to the Tian Yin Dynasty. It was created by the Dali Dynasty. If he could get a copy of it, it would be a great help to every Holy Land.
It was an unprecedented enhancement.
For a time, countless forces were restless.
......
In the main hall of the Tian Yin Dynasty.
Beichen Heng sat quietly.
The previous main hall had already been destroyed. If he wanted to use it again, he would have to rebuild it and then set up an array. The entire process would probably not be completed without one or two years.
During this period of time, he temporarily stayed in another hall.
At this moment.
Beichen Heng was thinking about the aftermath. The previous God Emperor had died and many things had not been explained. It was inevitable that some people would have their own thoughts.
Therefore, he had no choice.
He had to suppress some of the signs immediately. Otherwise, there would be changes if he delayed.
Just as he was deep in thought.
Suddenly.
A pressure came from all directions.
It froze him in place, and no matter how he struggled, it was useless.
" Saint King!!"
Beichen Heng was shocked.
The feeling that his father had experienced before, he was experiencing it again at this moment. It could be said to be extremely exciting.
"This aura?"
Beichen Heng's heart trembled. He sensed a familiar aura from this pressure. It was the aura of a cultivation technique that only the imperial family of Tian Yin could cultivate.
The person who came should be a certain ancestor of the Tian Yin Dynasty!
Sensing this, Beichen Heng heaved a sigh of relief.
He stopped struggling and tried to calm himself down. He had already done what he needed to do.
He had probably shown up long ago.
Now that he had appeared, he probably did not come for his father's matter.
"I don't know which ancestor has come out of seclusion. I'm sorry for not welcoming my unfilial grandson.”
Beichen Heng said respectfully.
"North Star Peak!"
In the void, the words 'North Star Peak' sounded from all directions. The voice was loud and thunderous, causing people's blood to churn.
"So it's the 13th Ancestor!"
Beichen Heng's heart tightened. This ancestor was not an easy person to talk to. When he was the God Emperor Realm expert, he had caused many wars.
He was definitely worthy of the title of Martial Emperor.
"May I know what orders the Thirteenth Ancestor has for you to come to the Imperial Palace today?”
Beichen Heng asked quietly.
"Hand over the method to borrow luck to become a saint, and I'll guarantee you the position of God Emperor for ten thousand years!”
In the void.
Bei Chen Feng's voice sounded again.
"Heh."
Beichen Heng heard this.
He laughed coldly in his heart.
These patriarchs didn't show up when the clan was fighting each other, but when the method to borrow luck to become a saint appeared, they immediately jumped out. They were a little too anxious.
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