Chapter 31: The Empress Sends a Plea for Help—the Heavenly Abyss Is in Chaos; Hurry to the Rescue

Just as the Eastern Wasteland’s imperial clans were plunged into chaos, within the Supreme Divine Palace, the Wuqian Imperial Palace was gripped by a tempest of unrestrained fury. It felt as though the very air had been ignited by a surging, boundless rage.

Wuqian clenched his hands into fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white and his veins bulged. His eyes, bloodshot and burning with an intensity that threatened to erupt into flames, remained locked upon the shattered fragments of the imperial decree in his grip. The shards trembled in his hands, as if sensing the volcanic wrath he was struggling to contain.

"Boom!"

Emperor Wuqian slammed a palm onto the basalt stone table beside him. The sturdy stone shattered instantly into fine powder, sending debris flying in all directions.

"Xiao Xuan, you are declaring war on the entire Wu family!"

"A mere declining imperial clan dares to treat my family’s prestige with such contempt? Today, I shall make you pay a harrowing price!"

Emperor Wuqian’s voice thundered throughout the palace, causing the very walls to tremble. A chilling, undisguised murderous intent flickered in his eyes. The guards and retainers, terrified by his explosive temper, knelt instantly, not daring to make a sound. They could sense that the Emperor’s fury had reached a breaking point; no one wished to become the target of his wrath. The atmosphere in the palace was suffocating.

"Issue my command: the entire clan is to prepare for war! I will make Xiao Xuan understand the consequences of provoking the Wu family!"

Emperor Wuqian rose slowly, like a volcano on the verge of eruption, and paced heavily across the hall, each step leaving a deep imprint in the floor. As his decree went out, the entire Wu clan began to mobilize with methodical precision. War drums sounded, their dull, rhythmic booming acting as a call to arms that echoed across the Wu family’s vast territories.

Standing on the high platform of the palace, overlooking the gathering of powerful elites, Emperor Wuqian’s eyes flashed with satisfaction. In terms of overall strength, his clan boasted over a thousand masters at the Saint Realm or higher; crushing the Xiao family would be effortless. As long as he kept Xiao Xuan occupied and prevented him from interfering, the Xiao family was doomed to annihilation.

This conflict between imperial clans was not merely about reclaiming lost face; it was about solidifying his own supreme status in the Eastern Wasteland.

Yet, just as Emperor Wuqian prepared to set out to settle the score with Xiao Xuan personally, an urgent distress signal reached him. It came from Empress Lǜluó, leaving the Emperor utterly stunned. Had she not traveled to the Demon-Burial Sea? Why would she be sending a distress signal now?

"Lǜluó, what has happened? I thought you went to the Demon-Burial Sea—what is going on there?" Emperor Wuqian’s voice was laced with urgency as he hurriedly contacted her through a secret technique.

Empress Lǜluó’s voice came through from the other side, trembling with panic: "Wuqian, hurry! Come to the Demon-Burial Sea! I have encountered a crisis like no other. The elites of the alien race… they have broken the seal and are swarming this way! I cannot hold them off alone; bring reinforcements immediately!"

Hearing her plea, the Emperor’s expression turned grim. He realized the gravity of the situation far exceeded his worst fears. If the seal of the Demon-Burial Sea were broken, the influx of these alien elites into the Tianxuan realm would spell catastrophe. If the nest were overturned, no egg would remain intact; the imperial clans of Tianxuan would cease to exist.

Wuqian had to make an immediate decision: prioritize dealing with the thorn in his side, Xiao Xuan, or go to the aid of Empress Lǜluó to prevent the alien invasion.

"Damn these alien scum for invading at such a time!" Emperor Wuqian gritted his teeth. He knew the extent of Lǜluó’s power; if she were forced to call for help, the situation must be dire indeed.

Without further hesitation, Wuqian transformed into a streak of light and bolted toward the Demon-Burial Sea. His only thought was to rescue the Empress and uncover the true nature of the crisis. As for Xiao Xuan, he could consider himself lucky for the moment; once the threat at the Demon-Burial Sea was neutralized, Wuqian would return to finish him off.

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At the same time, above the desolate waters of the Demon-Burial Sea, the sky was shrouded in dark clouds, and the turbulent, pitch-black sea was stained with drops of imperial blood. The alien elites hovered in the air, their silhouettes appearing grotesque against the overcast sky. Their eyes glittered with greed and malice as they looked upon Empress Lǜluó, as if she were a lamb awaiting slaughter.

"Hmph, a mere human dares to run wild in the Demon-Burial Sea? Do you truly think you are Xiao Xuan?" an alien elite sneered, his eyes filled with disdain.

A single imperial master thought she could hold off their army of one hundred thousand? Did she really mistake herself for Xiao Xuan?

"Alien filth, do not be so arrogant!"

Empress Lǜluó let out a cold huff. With a flick of her hand, she channeled a brilliant divine light from the heavens, instantly blasting one of the alien elites away.

"Despicable human, you dare to ambush us? Brothers, attack! Tear her to pieces!"

The alien warriors gave her no respite, launching a barrage of powerful spells and attacks that surged toward her like a tidal wave.

Though Empress Lǜluó fought back with all her might, she was ultimately overwhelmed. Her figure grew increasingly battered under the relentless assault.

"Boom!" A powerful shockwave sent her flying. Her body traced a tragic arc through the sky as blood rained down like a downpour. She barely managed to stabilize herself, shock flashing in her eyes: "Your strength… you alien creatures are truly this powerful!"

"Hahaha, a human empress is nothing more than this before us."

"We were blocked by Xiao Xuan at the Sky Abyss passage for a hundred thousand years! We thought the humans were all as heaven-defying as him, but it turns out you are as weak as chickens!"

"If this is the extent of human strength, then today marks the end of your race!"

The alien Ancient Emperors laughed maniacally, intensifying their attacks as if to rip her asunder. Powerful ripples of energy intertwined in the air, each collision producing a deafening roar and sending massive waves crashing across the sea.

Empress Lǜluó gritted her teeth. She knew she was in a hopeless situation. Her imperial body, as durable as a divine weapon, was slowly shattering under the onslaught of the Ancient Emperors. Blood flowed endlessly, yet she fought on with stubborn tenacity.

"I cannot fall. I must hold out until Wuqian arrives!" she whispered, her voice tinged with despair.

"Hahaha, you think you can last that long?"

"Die, you foolish human!"

An Ancient Emperor sneered, manifesting a black energy sphere in his hand that radiated a terrifying, destructive aura.

Empress Lǜluó’s eyes flashed with grim resolve. Knowing there was no retreat, she pressed her hands together and chanted. Mysterious runes surged from within her, forming a powerful protective barrier that wrapped tightly around her.

However, when the energy sphere struck, it shattered the barrier with a deafening blast. The shockwave sent the Empress reeling, and half of her imperial body was severed and devoured by the alien forces.

"Wuqian, save me!"

In her final moments of despair, Empress Lǜluó sent out the exclusive distress signal of the Supreme Divine Palace. Her voice was desolate and helpless. Her figure slowly vanished into the void above the Demon-Burial Sea, leaving behind nothing but a lingering blood mist and the remnants of her broken imperial remains.