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The floor tiles inlaid with gold and jade and the porch with hanging bead curtains all reflect luxury and power. However, this luxury reveals an indescribable desolation and sadness.

The two walked carefully through the palace, and from time to time they could see some ghostly palace maids and eunuchs hurriedly passing by.

These figures all looked in a hurry, with unconcealed panic on their faces.

"The surrounding scenes are a bit familiar. It seems to be the scene on the eve of the fall of the Great Xia Kingdom..."

Yun Youzi whispered.

Suddenly, a burst of rapid footsteps came from the front.

The two of them turned around and saw a young man in rich clothes walking past in a hurry.

Behind him, there were several ministers with similar panic expressions.

"What about... Xia Yuan?"

Li Yang recognized the figure he had seen in the bronze mirror.

Yunyouzi nodded:

"That's right, it's the last emperor of Daxia..."

The two quietly followed Xia Yuan and his party and arrived in front of a magnificent palace.

Xia Yuan pushed open the palace door and strode in.

Li Yangyouzi took the opportunity to sneak into the hall and stood aside to observe.

In the hall, an old man in gorgeous robes was pacing back and forth anxiously.

Seeing Xia Yuan come in, 놛 quickly stepped forward and saluted:

"His Majesty!"

Xia Yuanpai waved his hand:

"Excuse me, Imperial Master, how is the situation?"

The old man who was called the National Preceptor looked troubled:

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the Golden Crow has completely lost control."

"In less than half a day, it will turn everything in my country into scorched earth... We can't stop it at all."

Xia Yuan slammed the table: "Asshole! Jinwu is the patron saint of my country, how could it become like this?"

The Imperial Master sighed:

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for speaking frankly."

"Although the Golden Crow is the patron saint, it is not an ordinary thing after all."

"Over the years, we have regarded it as a totem worship, but ignored its own needs. Now it has a long history of resentment, plus..."

Before he finished speaking, a bird call suddenly came from the horizon.

The bird's cry was deafening, and the whole palace trembled.

Imperial Master Xia Yuan's expression suddenly changed and he rushed to the window. Li Yangyun Youzi followed him without hesitation.

Outside the window, a large golden firebird was circling in the sky.

Its entire body was burning with blazing flames, and every time it flapped its wings, countless sparks fell.

Those sparks fell to the ground and instantly ignited the surrounding buildings and trees.

"Jinwu...this is Jinwu..."

Li Yang murmured.

Yunyouzi nodded:

"Yes, this is the patron saint of Daxia."

"But obviously, now, it's completely out of control."

Xia Yuan clenched his fists and gritted his teeth:

"Master, is there any way to stop it?"

The Imperial Master shook his head:

"I'm afraid...it's too late."

"Right now, the power of the Golden Crow is beyond our control unless..."

"Unless what?" Xia Yuan asked eagerly.

The Imperial Master took a deep breath and slowly took out a burning feather from his sleeve:

"Unless we can be ruthless and kill the Golden Crow..."

"But, as a god, it is essentially immortal."

"To kill it, you not only need extremely powerful magic to destroy its body..."

"There also needs to be someone willing to sacrifice themselves to become the carrier of the Golden Crow Essence."

Xia Yuan was silent for a moment and suddenly said:

"I'll do it."

"His Majesty!"

The ministers of the State Preceptor and their ministers all exclaimed.

Xia Yuanpai waved his hand:

"I, the emperor of Daxia, have the responsibility to protect my people."

"I understand that Daxia has come to an end..."

"No matter how much I regret, I can't make up for it."

"In that case, this is the last thing I can do..."

The Imperial Master hesitated to speak, and in the end he could only sigh:

"Then...we have to prepare for the ceremony immediately. We don't have much time."

At this moment, a burst of noise suddenly came from the palace.

A guard ran in in a panic:

"Your Majesty! Not good! The Golden Crow has begun to attack the palace!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire palace shook violently again.

Li Yang and Yun Youzi looked at each other and saw a somewhat complicated look in each other's eyes.

Xia Yuan gritted his teeth:

"It's too late 깊...We must start the ceremony immediately!"

The Imperial Master nodded:

"Then stay here."

"I will form a formation immediately. Your Majesty, please stand in the center of the palace!"

Xia Yuan followed the instructions of the Imperial Master and stood in the center of the main hall.

The Imperial Master began to draw complex runes on the ground.

Other ministers also took action, some lit incense burners, and some placed magical instruments.

This is an extremely complex and professional process, let alone Li Yang.

Even the well-informed Yun Youzi has never seen such complicated ritual steps.

The Kingdom of Daxia obviously had quite a lot of accomplishments in terms of theological research.

Throughout the whole process, Li Yangyouzi stood aside and observed silently.

Although they knew the past image of this animal, they were still deeply attracted by the scene in front of them.

After the imperial master finished drawing the runes, he stood up and said to Xia Yuan:

"Your Majesty, the ceremony will begin soon."

"Are you...ready?"

Xia Yuan took a deep breath and nodded:

"It's over now, no need to say more."

The national teacher said solemnly:

"Then please close your eyes and concentrate."

"Next, you may feel unprecedented pain."

"But remember, you are saving all the people of the Great Xia Kingdom."

Xia Yuan closed his eyes.

The national teacher began to chant the ancient spell, and his ministers followed along.

As the spell sounded, the runes on the ground began to emit a faint light.

Suddenly, a golden light fell from the sky, directly penetrated the roof of the palace, and enveloped Xia Yuan.

Xia Yuan let out a painful cry, and the whole person was wrapped in golden light and slowly floated up.

At this time, the golden crow behind him seemed to feel something and let out an angry cry.

It swooped down to the palace, trying to stop the ceremony.

But it was too late.

As the last syllable of the national teacher fell, a powerful force burst out from Xia Yuan's body.

Countless fine golden threads of golden light instantly penetrated the palace and rushed straight into the sky.

The Golden Crow was entangled by these golden threads and let out a painful hiss.

It struggled desperately, but the more it struggled, the tighter it was entangled.

Until finally, the figure of the Golden Crow began to fall apart.

The body became shattered, and the turbid essence was also stripped off.

Its image began to become blurred, and finally a ball of golden light was sucked into Xia Yuan's body.

The whole process lasted less than a minute, but for everyone present, it seemed to have experienced a century.

When everything calmed down, Xia Yuan slowly landed.

He opened his eyes, his eyes full of fatigue and sadness.

"Did it succeed?"

He asked weakly.

The Imperial Master nodded:

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"The Golden Crow has been sealed in your body, but..."

"The damage it caused is still irreparable."

"No matter what, this is the end of Daxia..."

Xia Yuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled:

"It is difficult to defy fate..."

He turned to his ministers:

"My dear ministers, it's up to you next..."

"Although Daxia is dead, you still lead our people to rebuild their homes."

The ministers knelt down one after another, tears streaming down their faces:

"We will...do our best!"