Chapter 472: Changing the Dynasty
Chapter 472: Changing the Dynasty
Half a day later, two silhouettes suddenly appeared in the sky above the Divine Eagle Empire.
“Are… we there?” Valen, held by Zuo Meng, looked dazed.
The journey from the Aige family’s ancestral grave to the Capital normally took at least half a month on foot. Yet here they were, crossing mountains and rivers in mere hours. Zuo Meng’s method of shrinking vast distances left Valen momentarily speechless.
“Time to change the dynasty.”
Zuo Meng glanced at the bustling Capital below. He had no interest in games of conquest. When one wielded absolute power, dragging out battles wasn’t generosity—it was idiocy.
“Flight is forbidden above the Capital!”
Strong individuals from the Divine Eagle Guards swiftly rose to intercept them. These were Sky Knights at minimum, and over twenty surged upward in moments. Such numbers revealed the empire’s might, explaining why the Aige family had struggled so bitterly against this overwhelming gap in strength.
“Fall.”
Zuo Meng’s three-word command froze the air.
The ascending figures abruptly lost their ability to fly. Struggling uselessly, they plummeted downward. Valen gaped as the scene unfolded.
Ancestor!
He’s unstoppable!
Three energies from the Imperial Academy, royal residences, and military headquarters cushioned the falling knights.
“Sword Saint Domains?”
Three figures paused their activities across the Capital—the empire’s true pillars.
“So it’s Sword Saints causing trouble here!”
“Even Sword Saints must bow to the empire’s will in this Capital!”
The three Sword Saints soared upward, domains flaring as they closed in. Valen trembled beside Zuo Meng. Yesterday’s fugitive now faced legends—the empire’s greatest blades.
“Domains? These must be the three Sword Saints propping up the empire.”
Zuo Meng raised his hand. Every citizen below witnessed history:
A colossal hand materialized, blotting out the sun. It clenched around the Sword Saints like insects in a fist. To the stunned populace, their godlike champions now squirmed helplessly—a would-be epic battle ended before it began.
“Grandfather… lost?”
The emperor stared blankly. That morning, he’d debated grain taxes. Now his empire crumbled. Against someone who subdued three Sword Saints instantly, resistance was futile.
“Only Floating City’s Arcane Masters wield such power,” muttered the pale chancellor.
In their perception, only those sky-dwelling mages could overwhelm Sword Saints. Yet why would those aloof beings, who saw mortals as ants, intervene now?
Landing before the palace, Zuo Meng ignored cowering guards. Valen trailed nervously—any bystander here could crush him.
“Hail the Arcane Master!”
Emperor and ministers knelt as Zuo Meng entered. At mention of “Arcane Master,” all resistance died. The empire’s three-century reign meant nothing against legends spanning millennia. Countless rulers had begged for Floating City’s favor, only to be ignored.
“Restore the Snow Wolves’ glory today.” Zuo Meng offered no explanations. Whether Morning Star level or Arcane Master, his power dwarfed their comprehension.
By dawn, yesterday’s fugitive Valen wore the crown. Though his rule relied on Zuo Meng’s threat, politics always blended force with compromise. Survival now depended on Valen’s skill—Zuo Meng wouldn’t coddle descendants.
“Mission complete.”
Zuo Meng checked his system:
Lifespan +10.
His interface updated:
Name: Aige
Note: While you live, none else may bear this name.
Power: Morning Star (1,200 years)
Lifespan: 10 years, 2 days.
“Three days’ life after crawling from the grave? No wonder the deadline.” Zuo Meng shrugged. Ten years sufficed for the system’s next steps. Though its origin eluded him, instinct screamed to trust it—something vital lay buried in his fractured memories.
News of Valen’s coronation spread chaos. Documents confirmed the impossible: an empire felled single-handedly in three days. Some had predicted the Divine Eagle’s fall, but none envisioned this—an old man from a tomb humbling three Sword Saints like children, their strongest blows failing to scratch him. The world learned anew: one being could indeed topple nations.