Transmigrating over ten thousand years late, I was forced to become a mighty presence-Chapter 759 - 346: The Fate of the Puppet

After secretly replacing the sun of Little Clarity Void Grotto Heavens with the Great Sun Golden Wheel and erasing part of Qing Yu’s memories, Shen Yuan left the grotto heavens directly.

For this move, Shen Yuan himself was not entirely sure.

After all, ten thousand years was far too lengthy, and in such an extended period, even the tiniest accident could alter the direction of the future.

Moreover, the Great Sun Golden Wheel still bore the blessing of the Donghua Shaoyang Emperor, and while Shen Yuan’s methods could deceive the immortals of Little Clarity Void Grotto Heavens, they could not fool the Eternal Golden Immortals of the Donghua lineage.

If the Donghua lineage’s Golden Immortals forcefully entered Little Clarity Void Grotto Heavens to retrieve the Great Sun Golden Wheel, Shen Yuan’s arrangements would be directly destroyed, and it would be difficult to remedy at that time.

Shen Yuan’s only chance was that it was not far from the Great Schism of the Primal Chaos Realm, which was ten thousand years away. Once the Primal Chaos Realm severed connections with all other realms, the secret of the Great Sun Golden Wheel would be completely buried.

At its core, Shen Yuan was gambling!

He was betting that the demise of Vermilion Sun Stars Official would not be exposed immediately.

He was betting that the Golden Immortals of the Donghua lineage would hesitate due to the Clarity Void Exalted One behind Little Clarity Void Grotto Heavens and that they would struggle to make a decision in a short time.

He was betting that these long-lived immortals and gods would not resolve the issue immediately.

If Shen Yuan won the bet, it would be laying a hidden card for the great battle ten thousand years later.

If Shen Yuan lost the bet, not only would he lose a hidden card, but he would also draw the attention of the immortals and gods of the Donghua lineage to himself in advance, adding uncertainty to the future.

"As for winning or losing, who can really tell?"

A flicker of unusual light flashed in Shen Yuan’s eyes as he silently opened a spatial channel and left the bustling Clarity Void Immortal City.

The piece sent to the future had finished its role, and now Shen Yuan was about to face the most formidable opponents of this ten thousand-year journey, Great Yin’s puppet Mortal Emperor and the hidden mastermind behind the Dusk Realm.

Years had passed, allowing the Dusk Realm to extend its tendrils throughout the Great Yin Imperial City, gradually influencing every aspect of Great Yin’s Imperial Court.

If the delay continued, once the Dusk Realm firmly established its influence, uncovering the puppet Mortal Emperor’s conspiracy would be futile even for Shen Yuan.

Therefore, Shen Yuan had to reveal the truth and utilize the power of the Great Yin Imperial Dynasty to fight the Dusk Realm before the Dusk Realm truly controlled the Great Yin Imperial Court.

To achieve this, Shen Yuan had to travel to the Central Imperial Capital of the Great Yin Imperial Dynasty and directly face the dangerous Great Yin’s Mortal Emperor and the mastermind behind the scenes.

With this thought, Shen Yuan’s gaze traversed a million miles, looking towards the majestic city where the fate of humanity converged.

"Before that, there is someone I should meet."

The space in front of him shattered, and Shen Yuan’s figure disappeared from this world.

...

In the Great Yin Capital City, within the Third Prince’s Mansion.

As the most outstanding prodigy of his generation in the Great Yin Imperial Family, Ji Zhaoyang once overshadowed the Crown Prince at the All-Worlds Luotian Convention, becoming the foremost among the princes and was almost regarded as the heir to the throne.

But following the Supreme Taoist Shen Yuan’s slaying of the Mortal Emperor’s emissary and the challenge to Great Yin’s Mortal Emperor’s authority, the reputation of 3rd Prince Ji Zhaoyang plummeted.

Most of the civil servants who had sided with Ji Zhaoyang almost completely lost their positions, and other influential officials were exiled to barren lands. It was clear to all that the Great Yin 3rd Prince, due to his association with the Supreme Taoist, had felt the repercussions.

Even without any open punishment from the Mortal Emperor, 3rd Prince Ji Zhaoyang had lost the qualification to compete for the position of heir to the throne.

Once bustling, the Third Prince’s Mansion was now as quiet as an empty market, and even the several courtyards surrounding the mansion, where high-ranking officials and nobles once lived, had been vacated long ago to avoid being involved in the Third Prince’s misfortune.

In these circumstances, the once proud Imperial Family prodigy now spent his days lingering in the Department of Music and Dance, the Golden Wind and Jade Dew Pavilion, drinking away his sorrows, with his cultivation also waning somewhat.

One morning, Ji Zhaoyang, looking haggard, left the Golden Wind and Jade Dew Pavilion and returned to the Third Prince’s Mansion, followed only by a single servant.

As he walked past a certain courtyard, Ji Zhaoyang suddenly stopped, stretched lazily, and spoke to the servant beside him:

"The enchantresses of Golden Wind and Jade Dew Pavilion are just too depleting to the Essence Element; let’s not go there tonight, go to the House of Ballad Enjoyment for some restorative care instead."

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The servant had a trace of contempt hidden in his eyes, but on the surface, he was all respect as he replied:

"I will arrange it immediately for Your Highness!"

"Go on then!"

Ji Zhaoyang yawned and waved his hand, and the servant immediately left the Third Prince’s Mansion.

As the servant departed, the haggard look on Ji Zhaoyang’s face completely dissipated, his expression now filled with excitement as he stepped into the courtyard.

At the stone table in the courtyard, Ji Zhaoyang encountered a figure he was extremely familiar with.

"Taoist Shen!"

In the courtyard was indeed Shen Yuan.

Upon seeing Ji Zhaoyang, a smile appeared on Shen Yuan’s face as well.

"Your Highness, it’s been a long time."

Ji Zhaoyang walked over in a few strides, took a seat at the stone table under the tree, and said nonchalantly:

"Taoist Shen, when you beheaded Yu Ke, you got me into a lot of trouble.

The Crown Prince’s orators accused me of being bewitched by you with intentions of rebellion, claiming that I should be banished to the endless seas.

Many of the ministers and nobles who were close to me have been stripped of their offices, and some influential officials have tragically been exiled. The so-called Third Prince’s faction dissipated in just a few days.

I could only spend my days in the pleasure houses, drowning my sorrows in wine!"

Despite what he said, there wasn’t a hint of resentment in Ji Zhaoyang’s eyes; instead, he was speaking as if complaining candidly to a friend.