Chapter 1582: 404: Crowned Emperor, Blood for Blood

Spirit Breath City. The Sky Dome was illuminated by a sudden bright light in the distance, followed by a swift extinguishing glow intertwined with a ghastly white and blood color.

Even from afar, every Spirit Breath citizen in the city felt a sudden jolt in their hearts.

Not long after, the War Sacrifice announced to all Spirit Breath citizens the heavy news: the soul lamps of the Seven Great Thrones had gone out... they had fallen.

The news was like a thunderbolt, instantly exploding in every Spirit Breath citizen's heart.

Shock, disbelief, grief... various emotions swept through Spirit Breath City like a tsunami.

The seven kings were like living epics to the city's residents.

Their growth spanned the entire history of the Spirit Breath Clan from obscurity to rise.

In the initial world's resource-depleted predicament, they led their people to tear the world barriers apart, ushering in the era of cross-world conquest.

In countless fierce wars, they paved the way for the clan, overcoming numerous obstacles.

They also led the development of the life parasitic technology, pioneering the "Memory Bag" model for the Spirit Breath Clan's progress.

Subsequently, they created the Super Beast Legion that swept through multiple Small Worlds, clearly defining the future growth direction of the Spirit Breath Clan's war system.

They were the eternal leaders in the eyes of the Spirit Breath citizens, embodying the clan's unwillingness to accept fate and indomitable will.

The paths they walked were the history of the Spirit Breath Clan.

Now, the chapters of the epic have slammed shut.

This news even left many members of the Spirit Breath Clan at a loss.

Even when they descended upon Monster World, knowing the road ahead would be fraught with difficulties, the Spirit Breath members were never as helpless as they were now.

Because all the clan members believed that no matter how tough the way forward, the Eight Great Thrones would shield the clan from storms and blaze a trail.

But at this moment.

The seven towering pillars that had always supported the Spirit Breath Cang Qiong, shielding their countless citizens from all storms, have collapsed.

At noon that day, the city was draped in mourning garb.

Under the leadership of the War Sacrifice, a grand hero's funeral took place in the central plaza of Spirit Breath City.

The air above the plaza was suffused with suffocating grief, where suppressed sobs and uncontrollable wails intertwined, forming a sea of lamentation.

The Spirit Breath Clan and the "Dragon Wing Clan" have starkly different views on life and death.

The Dragon Wing Clan sees individual demise as a relay and heritage, where the flesh, blood, and soul of the deceased transform into nourishing rain for the homeland, another form of guardianship and rebirth.

Thus, even though the funeral is solemn, it is more like an inspirational ceremony.

However, the Spirit Breath Clan's understanding of death is far heavier and more brutal.

This stems from the early survival mode of parasitism and plunder; death means total depletion and forgetfulness in the eyes of the Spirit Breath Clan.

The Memory Bag model enables many Spirit Breath beings to possess nearly eternal Life.

Each passing of important members around them brings heart-wrenching suffering.

This funeral mourns not only the seven leaders but also the forced conclusion of an era.

And the unknown fear that comes with it.

At this moment, seven energy coffins formed from pure Energy hover in the air, respectively corresponding to the forms of the Seven Great Thrones.

Billowing soul mist, immortal bones, magnificent fungal clusters, decaying corrosive gas... within the coffins rest the garb once worn by the Seven Great Thrones.

Countless Spirit Breath citizens arrived, silently gathering around the plaza like a tide of black.

Their faces bore sorrow, coupled with the bewilderment and immense loss that followed the collapse of their pillar of faith.

The leading War Sacrifice, clad in an ebony ritual robe, spoke with a desolate voice that pierced the skies, echoing in every corner of the city:

"Today, we gather here to bid farewell to the Seven Thrones, to bid farewell to an era, and to bid farewell to seven immortal epics intertwined with the Spirit Breath Clan's destiny for a millennium."

"They were born during the humble beginnings of Spirit Breath, rose in the era of cross-world conquest, led us to traverse countless planes, and carved a path to survival in resource-depleted predicaments..."

"Their names have long fused inseparably with the glory of the Spirit Breath Clan."

"Now, the fallen kings have burned their last glimmer for the future of the clan... this is a heroic fall, and the most exalted sacrifice."

As the War Sacrifice narrated, all Spirit Breath citizens, regardless of their lineage, slowly bowed their heads, right hand over heart.

Vast Life Energy surged from their bodies, paying respect to the fallen Seven Great Thrones.

Life Energy, like countless points of green fireflies, slowly ascended, converging into a vast sea of energy light, gently encircling the seven energy coffins.

"The throne... returns!"

"Soul, protect our Spirit Breath descendants."

The War Sacrifice raised both arms high, shouting the final proclamation.

In the next moment, the seven energy coffins carrying the attire of the Seven Great Thrones, surrounded by countless green light points, began to move.

They did not fly towards the Hero Tomb but rather slowly sank into the Heroic Spirit Pool built for them at the center of the plaza.

The pool was made of highly condensed Life Energy liquid, enveloping the last vestiges of the Seven Thrones, merging truly with the clan they guarded all their lives.

The coffins submerged, the water's surface restored to tranquility.

Only the pervasive grief throughout the city continued to flow.

Because an era has come to an end.

At this moment, atop a towering tower away from the plaza.

Little Mage, also now the Blood King, stood silently.

His crimson attire billowed in the wind as he gazed down at the Spirit Breath clan below like a tide of black, his sight ultimately settling on the gradually calming Heroic Spirit Pool.

Emotions surged within his heart, complex and indescribable.

As a player, his initial mindset was like that of other players, viewing all things as data.