153: Chapter 153 Donning the Yellow Robe, the Great Emperor of Wu'an!

The capital city had completely become history.

A terrifying circular crater, over ten li in diameter, had replaced what was once the most prosperous imperial capital in the world.

The scorched earth emitted a pungent smell of sulfur—the lingering resonance of the Devilish Qi that had corroded the ground.

The imperial palace, the markets, the nine gates...

Every trace of civilization had been leveled, crushed, and turned to dust by that world-destroying sword strike.

Deathly silence.

An absolute silence, as if the world had not yet been created.

Amidst this vast expanse of ruined, scorched earth, scattered living things began to squirm.

They were commoners who had hidden in the deepest cellars and were lucky enough not to be killed by the shockwaves.

They were the remnants of the Imperial Guard, lying amidst the rubble, protected from the blast by broken walls and ruins.

They were eunuchs and palace maids huddled in the crevices of rockeries, so terrified they had lost control of their bladders.

At this moment, they woke up trembling from their comas and extreme fear, crawling out of their hiding places in a daze. When they clearly saw the hellish scene before them, they couldn't even scream; their brains were unable to process this reality that transcended understanding.

Where was Emperor Xia?

Where were those tens of thousands of rebel soldiers?

Where was that devilish hand that had blotted out the sun?

Everything was gone.

It was as if it had all been an absurd nightmare.

The only reality was the black figure floating directly above the ruins.

Lin Feng.

He closed his eyes, quietly feeling the unprecedented power within his body.

The Peak of the Ninth Level of the Martial Extremity Realm!

This was the final gift of fuel from Sword Demon Zhang Cheng's benevolent side, forcibly pushing his cultivation to the apex of this world.

This power was so vast that with a sweep of his Divine Sense, he could clearly "see" the rising and falling tides of the East Sea coast and "hear" the howling snowstorms of the northern mountains.

However, he felt not a shred of joy.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the firmament.

The hideous, pitch-black rift torn open by the devilish hand hung high in the sky like a scar that would never heal. It was no longer a simple crack, but more like a locked-on "coordinate."

The fence of the "pigpen" was broken.

The location of the "pasture" had been exposed.

The words of Sword Demon Zhang Cheng's benevolent side still rang in his ears.

"A choice between two world-ending packages..."

"One is the world-ending sacrifice of Zhang Cheng's true body; he wants to devour the living beings of this world to break free from his shackles."

"The other is a dimensional strike from an Immortal Lord of the Upper Realm; he wants to purge the contaminated pasture."

The corners of Lin Feng's mouth curled into an extremely cold arc.

"Choose?"

"I choose to flip the table!"

But he needed power.

He needed power that surpassed the Martial Extremity Realm, power that transcended the shackles of this world—a power that could truly contend with immortals and demons!

And the source of that power was only the System.

critical hit points and critical hit multiplier!

"The gift from Zhang Cheng's benevolent side only gave me cultivation, but it didn't give me critical hit points... The System's rules are indeed unshakable."

Lin Feng's gaze slowly swept across the survivors in the ruins below, who were looking at him like ants with a mix of terror, confusion, and even... worship.

"I need sacrifices."

"A massive, endless stream of sacrifices!"

He wasn't a madman like Emperor Xia, who would perform a blood sacrifice of ten thousand people for power.

His sacrifices could only be those who deserved to be killed: demons, evils, rebellious subjects, and traitors!

But the world was so large; how long would it take for him to kill them all alone?

"No, I don't need to kill them alone."

Lin Feng's gaze suddenly became sharp.

"I need a tool, a tool that can automatically deliver all the sacrifices in the world to my butcher's knife..."

His vision pierced through tens of thousands of tons of rubble, precisely locking onto the deepest part of the Imperial City's foundation.

That tool was...

National Luck!

"Though Emperor Xia is dead and the Great Xia has fallen, the Dragon Qi of the National Luck remains! It is simply without a master!"

Lin Feng reached out his hand and made a grasping motion through the air.

"Get out here for this seat!"

Rumble!

The foundation of the ruins of the Hall of Supreme Harmony exploded!

A torrent hotter than lava and more dazzling than gold was forcibly extracted from the depths of the earth's veins!

Within that torrent, a square seal, entirely golden and engraved with nine divine Dragons, emitted a grand and righteous aura. It was trembling violently, letting out bursts of mournful cries!

The Imperial Seal of the Nation!

It felt the demise of the Xia Imperial Clan and was about to escape into the earth's veins to wait for the next true Son of Heaven.

Clearly.

Lin Feng was not it.

"You still want to run?"

"On this land, I am the Mandate of Heaven!"

Lin Feng snorted coldly and suddenly clenched his fingers!

That terrifying will belonging to the Peak of the Ninth Level of the Martial Extremity Realm, mixed with the domineering Divine Might of the Indestructible Asura Body, transformed into an invisible giant Asura hand. It crossed a distance of a thousand zhang and firmly seized that seal!

Roar!

From within the seal, an illusory golden dragon phantom of National Luck, a thousand zhang long, suddenly rushed out and let out a furious roar at Lin Feng!

It represented the legitimacy of the old Dynasty and was unwilling to submit to this usurper!

"Legitimacy?"

Killing intent flashed in Lin Feng's eyes.

"This seat's blade is legitimacy!"

He pressed his fingers together like a sword and slashed at the Golden Dragon of National Luck from afar!

"Dragon Slaying!"

This sword strike had no earth-shattering Saber Qi.

But that thousand-zhang golden dragon acted as if its spine had been removed. It let out a wail, its massive body instantly covered in cracks, and the fury in its golden dragon eyes was instantly replaced by terror!

It was afraid!

It felt a destructive will from this man that was ten thousand times more terrifying than when Emperor Xia had performed a blood sacrifice on it!

The mournful cry of the Imperial Seal of the Nation instantly turned into a hum of submission!

Whoosh!

The seal turned into a streak of light and arrived in an instant, landing steadily in Lin Feng's hand.

A cold sensation was felt as an unimaginably vast torrent of information poured into Lin Feng's mind through the seal.

It was the National Luck accumulated by the Great Xia Dynasty over hundreds of years, the convergence of the thoughts of hundreds of millions of living beings on this land!

Lin Feng's figure slowly descended onto the highest point of the ruins—atop the head of the severed demon god statue.

He held up the Imperial Seal of the Nation, and its golden light shone brilliantly, dispelling the devilish haze in the sky!

Below, all the survivors were pressed to the ground by this grand Dragon Might, prostrating themselves!

In the next moment, Lin Feng's voice, bolstered by the true essence of the Peak of the Martial Extremity Realm, spread like rolling heavenly thunder to every corner inside and outside the capital!

"Emperor Xia was immoral, colluding with Heavenly Devils and bringing chaos to the world. He has now been executed!"

"Commander-in-Chief Wei Zheng was a rebel with ill intentions who performed blood sacrifices on his soldiers; he has also been turned to ash!"

"Great Xia is dead!"

In the ruins, all the survivors looked up in terror at the figure bathed in golden light, looking like a god or a demon.

Lin Feng held the seal high, his voice shaking the Nine Heavens!

"I am Lin Feng!"

"From this day forth, I ascend the throne as Emperor! The country's name shall be changed to Wu, and the era name shall be An!"

"I am the Emperor of Wuan!"

There were no tedious rituals, no worship from hundreds of officials, and certainly no cheers from tens of thousands of people.

There was only the most direct, primitive, and domineering declaration!

In the face of absolute power, all etiquette and laws were mere illusions!

"I suppress the world with martial force to exchange for ten thousand generations of peace!"

"You shall either surrender or die!"

As his voice fell, Lin Feng slammed the Great Seal of the Emperor of Wuan onto the void!

Rumble!

Beneath the capital, that golden dragon of National Luck, which had been subdued by his sword strike, seemed to have found a new master and instantly let out a world-shaking roar of joy!

A visible golden Luck, ten times more solid and massive than when Emperor Xia controlled it, soared into the sky, transforming into a canopy that spanned the firmament!

Following that, this torrent of Luck poured down, automatically gathering on Lin Feng's body into a golden dragon robe embroidered with the Nine Heavens Divine Dragons, looking majestic to the extreme!

Clad in National Luck!

At this moment, Lin Feng was the mortal emperor of this world, the new and rightful master of this pasture!

"Long live the Emperor! Long live! Long, long live!"

After a brief deathly silence, a mountain-collapsing, tsunami-like shout erupted from the ruins.

It wasn't joy, but the relief of surviving a disaster, the awe of facing absolute power, and even more...

The final madness of placing all hope on this new deity!

Lin Feng was bathed in the worship of the people and the torrent of National Luck, his face expressionless.

He could feel that the cold, prying gaze from the Upper Realm seemed to be temporarily... isolated by this massive torrent of National Luck.

"It's not enough."

He lowered his head.

His gaze fell upon the wide sleeves of his dragon robe, formed from the National Luck.

"My sidekick should also be upgraded."

"I can't have my Internal Affairs Manager still be a sixth-rank Weasel, can I?"