The citizens of Daxia watched the scene before them, a quiet surge of emotion welling up in their hearts.
This was supposed to be a sorrowful farewell, yet it had abruptly transformed into a ceremony to summon a Deity.
They understood Ling Chen's grief all too well; after all, having just lost his father, anyone else would likely have been weeping their heart out.
Yet Ling Chen still stood there with unwavering resolve, his inner strength truly moving.
At the same time, a sliver of hope sparked within the hearts of the Daxia masses. If the Deity could genuinely revive King Wushuang's, this funeral would turn completely into a celebration!
Everyone hoped King Wushuang could be brought back to life.
First, because his monumental achievements made him worthy of a Deity intervening personally; and second, because with him around, Daxia could make other nations hesitate and dare not act recklessly.
Two hours later.
"Clang!"
A bell-like morning chime made the vital energy of everyone present surge violently.
Right at that moment, the sun leaped over the horizon, and a graceful figure appeared abruptly in the very center of the morning sun.
She walked barefoot upon the golden light, each step causing ripples like water to spread across space. When nine-colored clouds gathered behind her to form a feathered robe, the plaza fell to its knees in an instant.
"Ancestor Jingwei!"
A tsunami-like roar of voices nearly overturned the plaza's stone paving.
The citizens of Daxia …
Chapter 517