Chapter 101: Chapter 87: This Is the Mighty Power of an Immortal
Such a drastic change came far too quickly.
And it was too enormous, too shocking!
At this moment, not only were the commoners hit by a tremendous shock—all people were.
They watched as the Sun and Moon Venerable collapsed to the ground—on the brink of death, with almost no chance of survival. And they watched, too, as that colossal object relentlessly pressed downward from the roaring storm-tossed clouds above. One by one, they slumped limply to the ground, mouths agape, but utterly unable to make a sound.
Even those great masters—even Han Si herself—all stared up, trembling from head to toe under the unending onslaught of this overwhelming force.
Han Si too collapsed to the ground.
She stared at her invincible master, now lying in a pool of blood, then looked up again at the Cloud Immortal City suspended high in the sky, unable to put into words the storm of emotions churning within her heart.
"So foolish, so foolish."
Han Si kept repeating these words, her tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.
Master was just too foolish.
How could mere mortals ever hope to defeat a heavenly calamity? How could they dare defy an Immortal!
And now, in the city, someone was already shouting loudly: "The Venerable is dead! The Venerable is dead!"
Chaos erupted again and again—some guards screamed in terror and tried desperately to flee, others trembled from head to toe and cowered in their rooms, refusing even to step outside. More people simply fell to their knees, bowing and kowtowing again and again beneath the ever-growing blanket of darkness.
Three days ago, before the arrival of the Immortal Ship and the Sect Leader of the Earth Martial Sect, they had shown enough backbone.
But now—before the all-encompassing Immortal City, before Immortals themselves who had stilled even the storm—everyone wanted only to kneel and worship!
Let alone the fact that the Sun and Moon Venerable had already fallen in the midst of Immortal judgment!
The one they considered the world’s strongest, matchless and invincible—before the Immortal, he was nothing but a mortal ant!
And the sight of that Immortal City pressing ever downward only made their terror more suffocating.
Some people, shaking all over, even feared that the Immortal City would simply crush them beneath its weight!
It didn’t matter if they were from great noble houses or peerless martial masters—before the Immortal City, they were all the same: ants, no different in the least!
Yet in the end, the Immortal City came to a steady halt.
The voice of an Immortal drifted down from the highest heavens: "Heaven and earth are gripped by calamity, and I have come into the world to answer its call. Henceforth, I declare myself Emperor and found a nation. You shall kneel and obey my decree."
With those words, everyone who had been kneeling was joined by all the rest.
Even those limp and collapsed on the ground now struggled to kneel, abject terror twisting their faces.
Han Si included.
This Sun and Moon Fairy, once the darling of the crowds—so high above all—was now on both knees upon the frozen ground, bowing low and submitting herself fully.
Master was dead, but she did not want to die too—not yet. Nor did she want the city to be wiped out. She wanted to see what would come, to see the future, to watch what shape this world, this city, would ultimately take.
But none of them could have imagined that what they had just seen was only the beginning of the shock.
In the next instant, countless wisps of gray mist rose all about them.
One after another, monstrous bodies made of steel stepped out from the gray mist!
No words could describe what people saw at that moment—these "people" bore not a scrap of flesh, some even hovered weightless in the air, others bristled with countless tendrils, just like the monsters told of in old legends.
They strode through the trembling crowd, but paid them utterly no heed.
Until, again, the Immortal’s voice sounded.
"I will rebuild Sun and Moon City, and so I dispatch tens of thousands of Strong Puppets to dig and construct an Underground Palace—a sanctuary for all."
Strong Puppets—ten thousand of them?
Now the people finally understood what was happening, but their faces remained masks of terror.
Especially as they watched some of those Strong Puppets—effortlessly, as if slicing through tofu—cut open the city’s stone flooring and keep digging ever deeper underground, great gouts of frozen earth spraying out in all directions.
In these three days, it hadn’t been as if no one considered building a cellar somewhere, a place of refuge.
Yet even a brief attempt revealed how impossible it was.
The freezing cold rendered the soil as hard as metal, and even a Martial Arts Master, spent of all True Essence, could barely make a dent.
But before these Immortal Puppets, all that meant nothing at all!
"This is the mighty power of Immortals!"
The old man who’d just questioned Han Si on behalf of the other cities now wept with joy, tears streaming down his cheeks as he kneeled again and again!
All their problems that had driven them to despair—be they the merciless storms, the severed food supply, even the invincible Sun and Moon Venerable—seemed trivial before the Immortal!
The Celestial Immortal City in the sky above, and the endless surge of Immortal Puppets on the ground—this was the power of the Immortal in full display!
They were left with nothing but boundless awe.
Then, one figure after another slowly descended from the sky—those of the Earth Martial Sect.
They immediately began maintaining order and spreading the Emperor’s command.
Martial Artist Shen Yu had just finished investigating: inside this city, more than six million people still survived.
But this had once been a city of tens of millions!
One of the largest cities in the world.
A place where countless people had lived, incredibly prosperous.
Now, it was littered with corpses everywhere.
"That one died too easily." Martial Artist Shen Yu was clearly angry.
Three days ago, he’d sent for someone. If they’d started evacuating back then, or at least gotten in contact, when disaster fell, they might have been able to last through those days.