Chapter 69: The Collapse of the Human Emperor

  In the north of Qingyu County, there are Fu Tian County and Yi Yang County. Among them, Yi Yang County is the state government office of Pingzhou, which is directly under the jurisdiction of the state governor.

  Inside the city of Yiyang, a nine-zhang tall column of blue gas rose into the sky, and a majestic peacock appeared in mid-air, dancing within the column. The peacock's crown on its head was high and towering, and as it turned its head, an aura of nobility, power, and order emanated from it.

  At this moment, a soldier wearing armor galloped into the city of Yicheng on horseback, with the sound of horseshoes echoing non-stop in the streets. Countless pedestrians scrambled to avoid him, causing chaos and panic.

  A man in a green robe and armor bowed his head and said, "When did the soldiers of Yi Yang become so arrogant, actually riding horses on the street!"

  "It must be that he has some urgent military matter at hand, otherwise he wouldn't dare to gallop wildly within the prefecture, and judging by the direction of his horse, isn't it heading towards the Prefect's residence?" A scholar wearing brocade clothes and a Jinxianguan hat retorted upon hearing the man's dissatisfaction.

  "Ah, that makes sense!" The person next to him also nodded slightly, feeling that it should be so. The man in the green robe and armor didn't say anything more, the soldier left, and everyone dispersed. Only the scholar remained, lost in thought: "Could it be related to the Qingzhou refugee uprising? No, the uprising should have been suppressed by now..."

  "What's going on?" The scholar in brocade clothes shook his head and whispered in puzzlement.

  At the same time as the soldiers entered the city, in Yongzhou, a tall and slender man wearing a blue long shirt with a sword at his waist entered the city of Yong.

  At the moment the man entered, Pan Hao's body shook suddenly. Pan Hao's divine soul was in the purple mansion, and his eyes were shining brightly. At this time, the divine lotus in Pan Hao's purple mansion had already bloomed with thirty petals, emitting a red light that shone through to yellow, sacred and majestic.

  Pan Hao's body was shrouded in a purple aura, and the godly throne of Yongjun City's Chenghuang deity suddenly shot out a beam of red light with a yellow tint. The light burst open, transforming into a projected image. Pan Hao's eyes gleamed with divine energy as he furrowed his brow to gaze at a man who had quickly entered Yongcheng. This man's aura was white with a reddish tint, completely unremarkable.

  But Pan Hao's eyebrows were heavy, and in his eyes, he clearly saw countless black auras spreading out from the man's body, with an increasingly strong trend.

  "What's going on?" Pan Hao was puzzled and couldn't understand.

  The man in the long shirt rushed into the city, his feet moving swiftly as if chasing the wind. He employed his lightness skill to weave through the bustling crowd with ease, heading steadfastly in one direction.

  The man in the long shirt took a shortcut and soon passed through a secluded alley. Suddenly, an incredulous expression appeared in his eyes, and he felt that the breath of the entire space had become sticky, as if his body was trapped in a swamp, unable to move. Then the whole person froze in place, with a stiff body and expression, like a statue.

  Then, in the space behind the man, a wave of ripples rose, and Pan Hao walked out from it. With a big wave of his hand, a letter flew out from the long-shirted man's body with a "pa" sound, suspended steadily in mid-air.

  And after the letter flew out of the man's body, there was no more black air emanating from his body. On the contrary, this letter seemed to be a small black sun, with dense and thick black air swirling around it.

  "Whoosh!" The envelope opened automatically, and what entered his eyes was a white paper filled with Zhongzheng's hard and straight regular script. The content on it shocked Pan Hao at first, and then he finally understood what had happened.

  "Whoosh!" The envelope returned to its original shape and went back into the man's arms. Ripples appeared in space once again, and Pan Hao turned around and disappeared into the alleyway.

  The originally thick air suddenly flowed smoothly, and the long-shirted man was stunned, with a puzzled face, not understanding what had just happened. However, he soon remembered that there were still important things to report, so he hurriedly displayed his light work, speeding away quickly.

  "Bang!" In a quiet and elegant study, an old man with a wide robe, a gentle face, and a refined and airy aura sat down in a chair with a thud.

  "Old Han!" The man in blue clothes exclaimed anxiously.

  "It's nothing, I didn't expect that not long after leaving Kyoto, I would hear this news. The treacherous officials are in power, the Emperor has passed away, and the refugees have rebelled. It seems that the Song Dynasty is already in danger!" Han Yang sighed weakly as he sat down in his chair. If only the Emperor hadn't listened to the treacherous officials and persecuted the loyal ones, things wouldn't be like this today!

  "Unexpectedly, it turned out that the Emperor of Great Song had passed away, no wonder the dark energy was rising." Pan Hao thought to himself upon receiving this sudden news.

  The current heavenly and earthly energies are changing dramatically, and the dark energy is growing in various places. However, it is still being suppressed by the imperial court's energy. But if the new emperor does not quickly take his position and stabilize the situation, the dark energy may become uncontrollable.

  The current emperor has only one young son, and the rest are princesses. The young son is not yet ten years old and cannot control the overall situation. Before the current emperor's death, he indulged in building palaces, increasing taxes, being incompetent, and using flattering officials.

  In the summer, Qingzhou had a big flood, and the disaster was severe. The refugees who lost their homes have not been resettled yet. There have been small-scale uprisings in various places, but they have all been suppressed. However, now that the emperor has passed away, the new emperor is young and ignorant. And the surrounding kings are gradually gaining power, I'm afraid the overall situation will change.

  Pan Hao can foresee that the grass and trees are rising, and this land is going to be plagued by war. These have a significant impact on his own divine path, which relies on human virtue. With war looming, will he also take action?

  If one can obtain the Dragon's Qi, then it will be the same as Bai Lian Zhen Jie's ultimate goal back then, to borrow the national luck and fortune, establish the Heavenly Court, and achieve the position of the Supreme Emperor.

  Pan Hao was reluctant to miss this opportunity, now if he missed this opportunity, it would mean waiting for several hundred years again, and his own divine path cultivation was closely related to the human path. If successful, it could be foreseen that it would be a huge cake.

  Pan Hao's eyes were dim and deep, but now he occupies two cities. However, with just one order from the Human Emperor, his divine position would be shattered, and he would fall from the altar. The golden words and jade speeches are not to be taken lightly.

  These divine cultivation methods seem easy to upgrade, but many places are equally fatal. This is what is meant by "having something and losing something". Only when one has achieved the status of Heavenly Emperor can they balance the Nine-Five dignity of the Human Emperor.

  In the Purple Mansion, a crimson soul with a yellow glow sat upright on the divine lotus.

  Pan Hao's face revealed a resolute expression, and with a loud crack, his left arm broke off at the shoulder in his divine soul, falling onto the lotus platform. Pan Hao's divine soul darkened, and the divine light violently trembled. In the center of the divine light, a faint yellow color slowly faded away, transforming into a deep red color. Underfoot, three of the original thirty petals of the divine lotus suddenly fell off with a crack, merging into the severed arm. The divine lotus once again restored its twenty-seven petals.

  The broken left hand slowly rose, suspended in the void, and slowly underwent a transformation. Gradually, a human figure appeared, with a high crown and wide belt, wearing magnificent clothes, with a handsome face. It was surprisingly identical to Pan Hao at this time, but the split-out divine soul presented a light red color, even with white mixed in, apparently several times weaker than the divine soul.

  This is a technique of dividing the soul, causing great harm to the divine soul, but it allows Pan Hao to have two divine souls and can divide his body at the same time. Both are the true bodies of Pan Hao, with no difference between them.

  Pan Haixin was delighted in his heart, although the price was a bit high, but it was still within his acceptable range. Next, he would let this clone seize and rebirth.

  ……

  In a wealthy family in Yongzhou, Pan Hao got up from the luxurious big bed, shaking his dizzy head and recalling the memories of this body.

  This family surnamed Song is a branch of the imperial clan, but the blood relationship has been distant for over ten generations. The remote blood relationship has become so thin that it's almost non-existent, and the only connection left is just the surname. By the time of Song Yu, this family had already fallen to being merchants, their former glory lost, with only occasional glimpses of a glorious past visible in the genealogy.

  "Master, you're awake! You got drunk and fell into the lake yesterday!" A beautiful and gentle-speaking maid walked in. She had no idea that the real master had already drowned in the lake yesterday and was now someone else.

  "Uh, drank too much, forgot!" Pan Hao replied vaguely, actually quickly organizing the memories that had not yet dissipated from this body. Now, this suddenly split soul was used by Pan Hao to seize this newly deceased body, taking a whole day to merge in, which is why he only woke up now.

  The girl and others did not suspect too much, after all, Song Yu had often slept in a drunken state for one or two days before.

  "Disobedient child, why can't you be more promising? You spend all day indulging in pleasures and vices. If Wu's mother hadn't discovered it early yesterday, you would have drowned at the bottom of the lake!"

  A tall and stately middle-aged man with a refined face came in, his temples already streaked with white hair, but still showing the remnants of his youthful vigor and good looks. As soon as he entered, he scolded Pan Hao angrily.

  Pan Hao lowered his head and remained silent, dealing with the angry scolding from his father Song Wen according to the memories of this body's previous owner.

  Song Wen scolded Pan Hao for a whole minute before finally sighing and walking out of Song Yu's room. Song Wen felt helpless, ever since his own mother passed away, he had remarried and Song Yu had become like this, indulging in pleasures every day, living a dissolute life, no longer studying or taking care of the family business, degenerating into self-abandonment!

  The maid retreated, and Pan Hao slowly raised his head, his eyes gleaming like cold stars, deep and mysterious. There was no decadence or lack of spirit as Song Wen had imagined. Pan Hao knew that the time left for himself was limited, and when the chaotic era arrived, he must have a certain amount of power and foundation to stand out among many competitors. Otherwise, he would only become someone else's stepping stone, ultimately wasting one of his incarnations, and even his true self would be entangled by the forces of karma.

  Pan Hao tidied up his clothes, and in the copper mirror, a tall and slender figure appeared. This body inherited many of Song Wen's features, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, looking spirited and handsome. Adding to this was the noble quality brought by Pan Hao's own divine spirit, making him truly radiant and dignified, with an air that inspired admiration.