I, the Villain, Become Invincible the More Descendants I Have

Chapter 137 The Empty Shell of the Medicine God is Ultimately Destroyed, and the Last Emperor Dies.At the Qingyun Dynasty remnant stronghold in the back mountains of Wanyao Valley, an absurd farce of a heaven-worship ceremony was currently unfolding.

Ever since the disastrous defeat at the Great Medicinal Assembly and the Ghost Medical Saint being thrown into the Cave of Ten Thousand Insects to be devoured, the few thousand remaining soldiers of the Qingyun Dynasty had been cowering in this valley, clinging to life behind their final defensive fortifications. Everyone’s hope was pinned on Yao Tiansheng, the ”Eternal Medicinal God” who had been born less than half a year ago.

A crude altar had been erected in the center of the valley, covered in various rare spirit herbs, with incense smoke curling upwards. Qingyun Lie, dressed in a tattered dragon robe with graying hair and murky eyes, looked decades older than his actual age. Holding the swaddled Yao Tiansheng in his arms, he knelt before the altar, kowtowing repeatedly to the sky until his forehead bled.

Beside him, Great Elder Yao Qianchen had long since lost his former prestige; one of his legs was broken, and he leaned on a crutch, chanting the sacrificial text in a hoarse voice: ”Heavenly Dao above! We kowtow and beg for the Medicinal God to return to his throne! Bestow supreme divine power, slay the traitor Emperor Cao Xukun, and revitalize our Qingyun Dynasty!”

Thousands of remnant soldiers behind him knelt in unison, following suit by kowtowing and shouting, their voices filled with despair and unwillingness: ”We beg for the Medicinal God to return to his throne! Slay the traitor! Revitalize Qingyun!”

They had reached a dead end. The three hundred thousand Xuan Armor Army of Great Xuan had already surrounded the entire Wanyao Valley and could trample it at any moment. Their only hope was that this so-called Heaven-ordained Medicinal God would suddenly awaken and create a miracle.

Just then, an old man in a cyan Daoist robe suddenly stood up beside the altar. It was none other than the final Protector Golden Immortal of the Qingyun Dynasty, the Medicinal Dao expert Yao Wuji. His beard and hair stood on end, and the pressure of a late-stage Golden Immortal erupted from his body, his posturing reaching an extreme level.

”Everyone, rest assured!” Yao Wuji roared at the top of his lungs, ”The Heavenly Dao will not abandon us! His Highness the Medicinal God is merely temporarily suppressed by Emperor Cao Xukun’s evil arts! Today, I shall use my lifelong cultivation as a guide to commune with the Heavenly Dao, and I will surely awaken His Highness the Medicinal God’s 9th Grade Medicinal Physique!”

”Once His Highness the Medicinal God awakens, he can turn Emperor Cao Xukun into pus with a snap of his fingers! He will wipe the Great Xuan puppet dynasty off the face of the earth! By then, you will all be founding heroes, granted titles of kings and ministers, and enjoy endless wealth and glory!”

These words acted like a shot of adrenaline for the remnant soldiers; everyone was trembling with excitement, and hope reignited in their eyes.

”Lord Yao Wuji is mighty! His Highness the Medicinal God is invincible!”

”Today we will surely slay Emperor Cao Xukun!”

”Revitalize Qingyun! It starts today!”

Just as the entire scene was in a frenzy, a calm yet highly penetrating voice suddenly came from the entrance of the valley, clearly reaching everyone’s ears.

”Stop shouting. Your Medicinal God will never wake up.”

Everyone turned their heads in unison to look. At the valley entrance, Emperor Cao Xukun, dressed in a black dragon robe, was walking in slowly, holding the month-old Cao Yao in one arm and holding Su Yaoer’s hand with the other. He had not brought thousands of troops; only General Black Tiger and a dozen personal guards followed behind him.

Cao Yao was wearing a small golden bellyband, his large, round eyes wide open as he curiously surveyed his surroundings. His little hands were clutching a thousand-year ginseng that had flown over to him on its own, and he was gnawing on it with great relish. The golden Medicinal Dao aura swirling around him was so dense it had almost materialized, forcing all the spirit herbs in the valley to bow their heads.