Realizing She Misunderstood The Villain, The Heroine Begs For Forgiveness

Chapter 212

Everyone’s feelings were the same as the Emperor of Qin’s. Their hearts were restless, gradually filled with envy and resentment at the unfairness of the heavens.

Cough, cough.

The third ancestor coughed a few times, breaking the silence. “Emperor of Qin, there’s no need to be so upset. It may seem like our Holy Son is having an easy time, but it’s actually very difficult.”

“Just think about it—how many people in the Saint Realm have ever faced the Nine Emperor Heavenly Tribulation? Isn’t this basically heaven wanting him dead?”

“If it were anyone else, would they even have a chance of surviving such a tribulation? And besides, the tragedy that befell the Golden Crow Clan is something they brought upon themselves.”

“If not for this, would the Nine Emperor Heavenly Tribulation have reached such a level? Would the Golden Crow Clan have been nearly exterminated?”

As he spoke, the third ancestor found it difficult to continue. From the root of the situation, Jiang Chen was indeed facing an immense challenge.

To undergo a tribulation at the quasi-Saint Realm, and not just any tribulation, but the Nine Emperor Heavenly Tribulation, indicated that the heavens themselves wanted to reject him, to prevent him from progressing further.

At the same time, it also showed that Jiang Chen was extraordinarily talented, a prodigy beyond measure. If it had been anyone else, they certainly wouldn’t have wanted this.

But looking at the outcome, this so-called Nine Emperor Heavenly Tribulation seemed less like a catastrophe and more like a leisurely experience for them. Though, of course, this was largely thanks to the protection of the Emperor Weapons.

“Actually, there’s no need to envy them. If the Holy Son’s tribulation were swapped with your own circumstances, would you be able to achieve what he has?”

“At the very least, you don’t possess as many Emperor Weapons, especially that mirror! If you didn’t have powerful combat strength, could you obtain an Emperor Weapon like that?”

“Even if you could somehow do what the Holy Son has done, would you be able to acquire such a weapon?” The Pure Yang Holy Master saw things clearly.

He wasn’t filled with envy or resentment, just a sense of how extraordinary it all was. After all, the stronger Primordial Holy Land became, the higher the status of Pure Yang Holy Land as well! The two were practically one; whichever side grew stronger, it only brought benefits.

As the saying goes, when the leader is strong, the followers prosper. Their honors and fates were intertwined.

The crowd remained silent. They knew in their hearts that even if their positions were swapped, they would likely not achieve what the Holy Son of Primordial had. In fact, it was certain they wouldn’t.

They had no way of knowing that the All Heaven Mirror wasn’t obtained from the Supreme Palace but was instead acquired through a system.

This single fact alone severed any path they might have had. Without the All Heaven Mirror, Jiang Chen wouldn’t dare act so recklessly during the tribulation.

At the core of this entire situation was the All Heaven Mirror, an Emperor Weapon of the Void Dao. Even though it didn’t have the power to destroy the world, its other effects were enough to reverse the natural order, making it even more potent than typical Emperor Weapons!

At this moment, within the tribulation, under the protection of the Emperor Weapons, a group of surviving members of the Golden Crow Clan huddled within a palace, their spirits broken, their eyes devoid of color.

The tribulation had dealt them a devastating blow, leaving them utterly defeated.

Their chief, the Golden Crow Clan chief, spoke with a hoarse voice that trembled as he asked, “How many in our clan have died in this tribulation?”

Regret gnawed at him. Why had they made themselves a target? If they hadn’t, they wouldn’t have ended up in such a dire situation.

“Over a million have died, with nearly eighty percent of the ancestors within the Divine Source gone, and ninety percent of the younger generation is dead. Only forty percent of our middle-aged strength remains!”

“Currently, only one quasi-Emperor at the fifth layer, three Great Saints, and five Saint Kings are left!” As the elder of the Golden Crow Clan continued to speak, his voice faltered.

This might seem like a significant force, but compared to the Golden Crow Clan of old, it was a mere shadow of their former glory. Especially devastating was the loss of their foundation—the ancestors who held the clan together—all had perished.

The younger generation had nearly been wiped out, leaving just a handful of survivors. To return to their former peak, it would take at least hundreds of thousands of years, perhaps even longer.

For these ancient imperial clans, giving birth to new descendants was a difficult process. Moreover, the chances of producing top-tier talents among these descendants were exceedingly low.

According to their estimates, it would take hundreds of thousands of years to fully recover. During this time, they needed to be left undisturbed.

Otherwise, it would be even more difficult to rebuild. But they knew, being left alone was almost impossible. At the very least, the other ancient imperial clans wouldn’t stand idly by.

These greedy beings would never pass up any opportunity to enhance their own power. Even if they were fellow ancient royal clans, they would abandon each other for the sake of their own interests.

This was why the Soaring Snake Clan was destroyed; colluding with the demons was one thing, but the true cause was the greed inherent in the ancient imperial clans themselves.

This kind of greed was present in all races, and they would never protect one another under the guise of some greater good. Besides, the Golden Crow Clan no longer had the qualifications to be protected.

“I’ve failed the ancestors of the Golden Crow Clan!” The Golden Crow Clan chief’s voice was hoarse, tinged with a cry of despair and regret. “I am the greatest sinner of the Golden Crow Clan! The Golden Crow Clan has been destroyed in my hands!”

His hatred was boundless—hatred for Primordial Holy Land, hatred for Jiang Chen. If it weren’t for them, the Golden Crow Clan wouldn’t have fallen to this point. But he also hated the other ancient imperial clans.

They had agreed to act together, yet they had made the Golden Crow Clan the scapegoat. Why? What right did they have to do so? They were supposed to be equals.

He also regretted his decision to make the Golden Crow Clan the spearhead, pushing them into the abyss. This regret overwhelmed him, filling his heart with endless sorrow and self-reproach that he couldn’t shake.

The other members of the Golden Crow Clan remained silent, their eyes cold and filled with hatred. More than their enemies, they resented the Golden Crow Clan chief standing before them. If it weren’t for his misguided decision-making, the clan would not have ended up in such dire straits.

“The Golden Crow Clan has fallen to such a degree that it’s nearly impossible for us to survive in the Nine Heavens Realm,” the clan chiefsaid. “But we cannot allow ourselves to be wiped out without a fight. Even if we die, we must drag others down with us!”

“Especially the Holy Son of Primordial. Even if we perish, we must take the Holy Son of Primordial with us to the grave! And the Immortal Phoenix Clan and the Vermillion Bird Clan too!” His voice was icy, filled with murderous intent.

“These two ancient imperial clans betrayed us, pushing us into this pit. We can’t allow them to live freely in this world while we perish. We must make them pay!”

The Golden Crow Clan chief’s words were full of cold resolve. The Golden Crow Clan was doomed, but they wouldn’t go down without taking others with them. Whether it was the Holy Son of Primordial or the other two ancient royal clans, they would exact their revenge.

“What do you mean, chief?” a Golden Crow elder asked in a low voice, his expression shifting.

“Kill!” The only surviving quasi-Emperor of the Golden Crow Clan suddenly opened his eyes, brimming with murderous intent. “Even if we die, we must drag them down with us. Even if we can’t completely annihilate them, we must make them pay a heavy price!”

“Even if we are shattered to pieces and our souls are extinguished, we will make them suffer!”

At these words, a brief silence fell over the area, quickly followed by a torrent of bloodthirsty cries: “Kill! Kill! Kill!”

The overwhelming murderous intent shook the heavens and the earth, as if even the world itself was startled by the intensity of their resolve. This was a level of killing intent that was unimaginable, a decision made in the face of certain death, to fight to the bitter end.

Boom!

Sensing the murderous resolve of the Golden Crow Clan, their Emperor Weapon began to rapidly awaken. Countless members of the Golden Crow Clan sacrificed themselves, their bodies exploding, and their blood and souls transforming into energy to fuel the weapon.

Soon, as the energy poured in, the Golden Crow Clan’s Emperor Weapon was fully revived. An immense will emerged—this was the will of the Golden Crow Emperor.

Boom!

A towering figure stood in the sky, bathed in divine light, gazing down upon the world like a supreme Immortal King, overlooking the Nine Heavens and the Ten Earths.

“The Golden Crow Clan is going all out!”

Seeing the revival of the Emperor’s will, many forces felt their hearts tighten. The revival of the Emperor’s will meant that the Golden Crow Clan had thrown caution to the wind, that they were ready to risk everything. In reality, they didn’t have much left to lose.

Boom!

Wherever the Emperor’s will directed its gaze, it crushed the two nearby Emperor’s Imprints with ease. These imprints, which belonged to quasi-Emperors at the seventh layer, were as fragile as ants in the presence of the Emperor’s will, easily snuffed out.

“Finally, they’ve come,” Jiang Chen remarked, unsurprised, as he looked at the Emperor’s will before him, a slight smile on his lips.

Dongfang Mingyue beside him was filled with questions, her face full of confusion. How can he remain so unafraid in the face of this?