Seeing Feng Wuchen's reaction, Fang Xiaohan was stunned.

"What...what do you mean?"

Feng Wuchen's face was full of bitterness: "You have also practiced the Supreme Sensation Chapter. Even if you don't understand medical science, you can still see that the Empress has exhausted the power of her blood and is unable to recover!"

"..."

Just when the whole place was silent for a moment, Feng Wuchen slowly spoke again: "With Emperor Xiyan's cultivation, it is impossible to withstand the fire of the Emperor's heart. The Emperor and Empress should also know this well, so

...She gave all her remaining strength to Di Xiyan..."

After Feng Wuchen finished speaking, Di Liu held Yun Niang tightly in his arms, his voice trembling continuously: "You...you mean, the queen mother is hopeless..."

Feng Wuchen was silent for a long time before bitterly uttering two words: "My condolences..."

"..."

Feeling that Yun Niang's vitality was constantly draining, Diliu's emotions gradually collapsed, and his spiritual power was on the verge of going berserk.

Seeing this, everyone's eyes showed a little worry.

After all, not long ago, Diliu was still the carefree Second Highness.

However, in less than a year.

He lost his eldest brother and father successively.

The Palace of Heavenly Emperor also suffered from internal and external troubles and was shaken by wind and rain.

Now...even his mother has to leave him.

Suffering so many blows one after another, who can bear it?

"..."

Just as Diliu's body began to tremble slightly.

"Liu'er!"

Suddenly, a gentle and familiar voice came into his ears, making him raise his head sharply.

At a glance, in his arms, Yun Niang still had her eyes closed tightly, her breath was like a gossamer, but a golden light shot out from the center of her eyebrows, turning into a shadow in the air.

"Queen mother..."

"Liu'er... don't be sad for your mother! In fact, since the day your father died, I have thought about leaving with him... Now, doing something for you two brothers and sisters is the last thing I can do.

A little strength! It’s just that you have to walk the road ahead on your own..."

Seeing Yun Niang's remnant soul, completely worthless tears welled up from Diliu's eyes.

"..."

For a moment, the thousands of words in his heart were blocked in his throat. He wanted to speak out, but they all turned into tears and sobs.

"Queen mother..."

"Alas!" In the air, Yun Niang's remnant soul sighed softly, and then looked at Feng Wuchen: "Alas... In the past, we boasted that we had made the most correct decision, thinking that there were some things that we should not touch.

If you touch it, you will not be burned. Only now do you understand! Maybe you are right! The era that belongs to us will eventually come to an end. I hope that you can blaze a completely different path for all living beings in the world..."

Feng Wuchen understood what Yun Niang said.

The "correct decision" she refers to probably refers to the time when the Nine Emperors joined forces to suppress the Evil Emperor and helped the former Hengdao people to kill the boundary breakers.

Yes, for them at that time, surrendering to the order of the gods could indeed bring them temporary stability.

However, relying on others can destroy them in a matter of days. After all, the Di family was regarded as an abandoned son by Taixu and fell into such a desolate situation.

Who can tell clearly whether this is right or wrong?

Feng Wuchen pondered for a long time and suddenly said: "We have no right to use today's eyes to criticize the decisions you made in the past. No one can guarantee whether it is right or wrong... But please believe that even in the endless night,

The belief in longing for freedom and true self will not disappear, but will be passed down from generation to generation. Once it encounters the east wind, it will turn into a prairie fire, burning all illusions..."

After hearing these words, Yun Niang's eyes flashed with joy.

"Okay...okay...I really want to see...the moment when a spark of fire ignites a prairie fire..."

After saying this, Yun Niang's shadow gradually disappeared.

At the same time, his physical body lying in Diliu's arms was completely cut off from life.

At that moment, Diliu felt the heart-breaking pain again.

He put all his sadness and anger into a long roar: "Ah!"

"..."

At this moment, everyone in the palace looked at this scene with sadness, but no one noticed that Emperor Xiyan, who was refining the Emperor's heart, also shed a few hot tears from the corners of his eyes. In just a few seconds, he was absorbed by his body.

The fire in the emperor's heart was completely burned out.

Just when everyone was feeling sad.

Suddenly, Feng Laiyi pushed open the door and entered.

"It's not good... Your Majesty, he..."

However, midway through her words, her voice suddenly stopped.

"..."

This night was an extremely long and depressing night for everyone in the Heavenly Emperor's Palace.

But not long ago, Ziyoutian was peaceful.

There are many experts in Tiandi Palace.

There are two statues of swords and spears outside, and the Lord Huolin and the Zhentian Dragon King inside.

In the imperial capital, there are thousands of aristocratic families, and no one dares to disobey the imperial order when it comes.

Although Emperor Shitian has not shown his face for many years, with the emperor's son Di Chi and Wang Dixiu beside him, everything in the Tiandi Palace is in order.

However, since Di Chi died in battle and was buried in the Snow Palace, the fate of the Di family began to fall into the abyss step by step.

Nowadays, the Emperor Shitian, the emperor's son Dichi, the empress Yunniang, and the emperor Xiu, together with the Holy Lord Huolin who died in the battle and the deposed Dragon King of Zhentian, the Emperor's Palace has lost six great masters of the Tianzun realm.

Perfection and a heavenly emperor, during which, on the shore of the earth, there were even more casualties, and rebellions and rebellions.

Compared with before, the strength of the Heavenly Emperor's Palace is shockingly inferior.

At night, in the central hall.

Above the main hall, there are two black coffins.

Behind the coffin are the spiritual tablets of Yun Niang and Emperor Xiu.

In the center of the hall, everyone gathered around Emperor Xiyan, sitting cross-legged. Everyone was worried.

Seeing that Emperor Liu's soul was wandering around, Feng Wuchen said a little more intensely: "Now is not the time to be sad. Now that the king and the emperor are gone, you must take up the responsibility..."

Hearing this, Di Liu smiled.

"Hehehe..."

"why are you laughing?"

"You can't win... You can't win... The Heavenly Emperor's Palace is over... It's completely over! God is going to destroy our Emperor's family... Hahaha..."

"you……"

Feng Wuchen turned his head sharply and grabbed Di Liu's collar.

"Please wake up! Do you want to go and see how many corpses of Taixuan Heavenly Soldiers are there in the ruins of the imperial capital? Do you know what they all died for? They didn't say they gave up, so why do you say you give up?

!”

Feng Wuchen's roar made the smile on Diliu's face disappear without a trace.

Then, in his eyes, tears kept pouring out: "They are all dead...I...I don't want to see any of you die anymore..."

"..."

Di Liu's painful crying dissipated all the anger in Feng Wuchen's heart.

"I'm sorry... you were right before you scolded me. I'm just a useless second-generation ancestor! Without the emperor father, without the queen mother, without the Palace of Heavenly Emperor... without the title of emperor son, I am just a waste, absolutely.
Chapter completed!