Chapter 947

Practitioners of the Primordial Spirit realm are legends of this age to the Nine Nations.

But to this Jiang Clan Chief, who could effortlessly obliterate the Medicinal King Valley, it was not so.

Indeed, without exaggeration, even a mere trickle from between his fingers would be enough to help Yuwen Feng break through to the Primordial Spirit realm.

At this moment, Qin Wang's expression grew even darker, his body more hunched.

He looked entirely decayed, like a candle ready to be snuffed out by the slightest breeze.

He lowered his head slightly and murmured: "Primordial Spirit realm, Primordial Spirit realm—why only now, after all this time, have I achieved this Primordial Spirit realm..."

Qin Wang's heart was filled with desolation.

Since childhood, he had longed for the State Advisor to break through to the Primordial Spirit realm, to lead Great Qin in conquering Great Qian and then turn their swords toward the other seven nations, completing the glorious feat of unifying the Nine Nations.

But as over a hundred years passed, he himself, unable to cultivate, grew old and feeble, still waiting in vain for the other's breakthrough.

Yet he never expected that, at this moment of national collapse, the State Advisor had finally broken through.

But now, the State Advisor was no longer Great Qin's State Advisor...

Seeing Qin Wang's expression grow even more complex, Yuwen Feng felt profound emotion within.

In his youth, had he not also longed to break through to the Primordial Spirit realm as soon as possible?

Alas, Great Qin lacked resources and had weak traditions, far inferior to the long, profound heritage of the Moonlight Imperial Dynasty.

The difficulty of breaking through to the Primordial Spirit realm was naturally immense, always lacking sufficient accumulation.

Until he discovered the Purple Xuan Cave Heaven, was saved by the Jiang Clan Chief, and encountered a vast, unparalleled opportunity.

The soul damage that he had thought would take decades or even centuries to heal was repaired in mere months!

Not only was his soul healed.

Even the realm barrier that had trapped him for years was shattered at once, allowing him to successfully enter the Primordial Spirit realm!

And all of this was brought by the Jiang Clan Chief.

Even after being assigned by the Elder Council to serve the Jiang Shan of the Cangwu Guild, he received a promise from the man himself—that one day, he would personally demand justice from the Primordial Spirit clan "Shangguan" of the Moonlight Imperial Dynasty on his behalf!

Therefore, to repay these countless kindnesses, he had secretly sworn a Dao Heart vow: as long as he lived one more day, he would devote himself utterly to the Cangwu Jiang Clan, until his dying breath!

After more than ten breaths.

Qin Wang's expression gradually softened.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Yuwen Feng.

First he drew a deep breath, then spoke slowly, word by word: "I humbly ask, State Advisor—when will Jiang Shan arrive to take over the foundation of Great Qin?"

Upon hearing this, all civil and military officials involuntarily strained their ears, awaiting Yuwen Feng's reply.

With the departure of Duke Donglin, the royal ancestral elder, the dynastic transition of Great Qin had become an inevitable reality.

As "old regime" elders, they naturally needed to plan ahead for their future careers.

Thus, compared to Qin Wang, they were far more eager to know when Jiang Shan would arrive.

So, amid anxious anticipation,

Yuwen Feng's voice finally sounded: "When? Heh—he arrives today..."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a heavy thud echoed from outside the hall!

They instinctively turned their heads toward the source of the sound.

The massive hall doors had been shattered into countless fragments.

At the entrance stood over a dozen figures.

Each radiated an overwhelming, terrifying aura, revealing formidable strength.

The leader was none other than Jiang Shan, current master of the Cangwu Guild!

While the others were still stunned, Yuwen Feng hurried forward and bowed deeply: "Your servant, Yuwen Feng, pays homage to the Guild Master!"

Jiang Shan nodded: "Rise."

Then he lifted his right foot and stepped into the hall.

Behind him, Nangong Zhantian, Jiang Xingjian, Jiang Xuanji, Zhao Hu... remained in place, guarding the hall entrance to prevent any disturbance!

Under the gaze of the civil and military officials,

Jiang Shan walked forward step by step, soon reaching Qin Wang's side.

The two faced each other.

One stood tall and straight, black hair flowing over his shoulders, face heroic, calm and composed—a peerless sovereign of both literary and martial prowess!

The other was thin and hunched, hair white, face aged, utterly desolate—a monarch at the end of his reign!

New king and old king stood together.

The supreme authority of Great Qin was about to change hands!

At this moment, Jiang Shan cast a casual glance.

His gaze swept over, radiating sheer dominance!

Qin Wang trembled, dared not meet his eyes, and instinctively looked away.

Then, gritting his teeth, he extended trembling hands and removed his crown.

Pale strands of hair fell loosely over his shoulders, amplifying his desolation!

Facing Jiang Shan, he slowly knelt, his knees striking the cold floor tiles.

Qin Wang's expression was solemn; he raised the crown with both hands and lowered it slowly toward the ground.

At this moment, the crown in his hands felt heavier—weighty as ten thousand jin—as if it were no longer merely an ordinary crown.

But the hundreds of millions of people of Great Qin, the national destiny carrying all its mountains and rivers!

Boom—

The crown struck the ground; the state beast perished.

Its mandate exhausted, the dynasty's fortune turns.

Great Qin... has perished!