Chapter 261: The Great Chu Capital!

“Let’s go!”

Outside Divine Will City, a massive, opulent building-ship hovered, exuding grandeur. It belonged to Wang Lun’s family. Stepping onto the deck, Li Feihuang’s red hair danced in the wind, her aura commanding. Her stunning, regal face radiated unshakable confidence.

This return to Great Chu wasn’t about proving her worth—it was about reclaiming everything she’d lost with her own hands.

Wang Lun stood behind her, his eyes gleaming as he envisioned his future as the imperial consort. Despite the setbacks during his time in the Divine Will Sect, as long as the outcome was favorable, nothing else mattered. He glanced at Ye Chen, who’d also boarded the ship, but paid him little mind. Once they reached the Great Chu capital, someone would make Ye Chen see the chasm between them. He’d abandon the slot and slink away in defeat.

With Li Feihuang’s command, the building-ship ascended, its colossal bow piercing the clouds as it thundered toward the Great Chu Empire.

…

As the throne succession contest drew closer, the Great Chu capital buzzed with unprecedented activity. Cultivators from across the empire flooded in, joined by powerhouses from neighboring major forces to observe the ceremony. Discussions naturally centered on who would emerge victorious.

Champion King was renowned for his terrifying combat prowess, commanding an ancient war chariot that crushed all foes. Few in the Golden Core stage could challenge him, his reputation towering. Yet, the empire’s princess, Li Feihuang, reportedly possessed the elite Moon Phoenix Body. Debates over who would win raged on.

Within the empire, various factions placed their bets, eager to claim the glory of backing the victor. But a sudden piece of news swept through the capital like a bucket of cold water, silencing the fervor.

“Champion King fought the North Nether Ancestor for three days and nights, and the North Nether Ancestor withdrew!”

The North Nether Ancestor was a famed Nascent Soul rogue cultivator, one of the rare few to reach that stage without a sect. Even if rogue cultivators were considered weaker, a Nascent Soul was still a Nascent Soul. That Champion King, a mere Golden Core cultivator, could fight him to a draw was staggering.

Skepticism abounded, but as recording stones capturing the battle circulated, doubts vanished. The stones showed Champion King atop his ancient war chariot, wreathed in divine flames, wielding a long halberd against the North Nether Ancestor. Awe replaced skepticism.

The outcome of the throne contest now seemed a foregone conclusion. With Champion King’s Golden Core strength rivaling a Nascent Soul, his power was near the pinnacle of what the stage could achieve.

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“It’s said Champion King obtained an ancient inheritance from the war chariot.”

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“That halberd he wields looks extraordinary, likely retrieved from an ancient battlefield.”

“He’s like an ancient war god, summoning battle spirits to fight his enemies.”

“Champion King’s methods are endless—a true son of heaven, a born emperor.”