All members of the dynasty knew that the dao lord was everything to the dynasty. Their home was created because of him. Without his presence, they would have become prey to the bandits or become bandits themselves.

Thus, his death instilled untold sorrow and grief in everyone.

“Your Majesty!” Some couldn’t help smashing their forehead against the ground as his coffin was passing through the street.

An aura suddenly emerged from afar - carrying the intensity of a marching army or looming dark clouds, not the best feeling to have.

It came from...