Indestructible God King Chapter 192.1 Long Yu's Sorrow (1/2)

In the Crystal Palace, Demonic Dragon Island.

Long Yu had plunged to the bottom of the Ten-thousand Blood Pool, then activated the spell array and a sphere of light enveloped her. Once the light dissipated, Long Yu passed through a portal and entered the Crystal Palace.

"Piak!”

Long Yu fell into one of the great halls, which hurt her a little because she was weak. She dismissed the pain, simply clenching her teeth; her nose tingled, and something akin to strands of vapor came out of her eyes.

"Quick, quick, I need to be quick!" She got up in a hurry, then walked briskly to the hall’s door and opened it. Behind the door was a back courtyard that looked like a massive public square, shrouded in mist; there was a small spirit mountain at the center.

Fortunately, Wang Ke wasn’t here to witness this, or he would have felt deep regret. The ten million spirit stones he earned from selling insurance were nothing compared to that small spirit mountain! There was a throne at the base, and a scepter shrouded in black Qi lay on it. Long Yu quickly took hold of the item.

"Great Yin Scepter! Quick, activate!" Long Yu cried out.

"Boooom!”

The scepter burst out in countless rays of ebony light that pierced into Long Yu's body. At once, Long Yu seemed like the center of a massive whirlpool, forcefully absorbing the spirit Qi from the spirit mountain.

"Faster, faster, faster!" Long Yu said in a fearsome tone. The spirit Qi swarmed toward her like a tsunami, swirling into her body like a spirit whirlpool.

"I wouldn’t have dared to absorb all of this forcefully in the past, but things are different now; I have the dragon sphere! The leyline is the essence of the earth! And the dragon sphere is the leyline’s essence! I can absorb the earth's accumulated energy through it. Process!" Long Yu roared.

The dragon sphere was in her mouth. She had absorbed a considerable amount of the dragon sphere; it had already shrunk into a small pellet. However, what remained was the actual essence; the former outer shell was just an accumulation of dragon Qi. The small pellet in her mouth surpassed everything else.

"Rumble!”

The entire spirit mountain was trembling. Billowing spirit Qi was sucked toward her through the Great Yin Scepter. The spirit mountain visibly shrunk in size, layer after layer. Long Yu was quickly regaining her cultivation.

Sometime later, Long Yu's eyes glowed brightly, and an octagonal ice flake appeared on her head.

"Immortal Ice? Shatter!" Long Yu shouted.

"Baaaam!”

The octagonal ice flake shattered. Apparently, as Long Yu recovered her cultivation, she would be able to completely expel the Immortal Ice inside her body.

She continued to siphon all the energy coming her way. She seemed even more powerful than before as her cultivation was restored.

"The dragon sphere is the reason why I made it here! It's the reason why I managed to recover from my injuries beforehand. It's the reason why I can recover my cultivation so quickly. It's the reason why my cultivation will take a huge leap forward! And, it is the reason... And Wang Ke is the one who gave it to me!" She looked a little heartbroken for a moment when mentioning his name, while recalling how casual he had been when gifting her the dragon sphere; that generosity without demanding repayment. Her nose started tingling again.

She reminisced about the times she spent with Wang Ke alone. Although she found much of his behavior incomprehensible, he looked after her with extreme care, something she had never experienced in her life.

She suddenly felt like laughing upon remembering how he had asked her to pose as the Demon Sovereign; then her eyes softened when she thought about how the man had carried her in his arms when fleeing.

The scene of Wang Ke risking his life to ensure her escape into the Crystal Palace flashed in her mind, and she felt sad again.

"Se Yutian? How dare you betray me. I want you dead! I won’t give you an easy death if you dare kill Wang Ke!" Long Yu said with a ferocious look.

She gradually regained her ability to cast some spells as she recovered her cultivation. And so, she waved the scepter in her hand.

"Whoosh!”

An image was conjured amidst the dense fog surrounding her; it was a rough picture of the entire Demonic Dragon Island.

She quickly noticed a prison where the subordinates whom she left to guard the place were being kept. It seemed that Se Yutian had captured them. She didn’t inspect further, then moved the scene toward the Ten-thousand Blood Pool; there she saw Se Yutian's men keeping Tong An'an captive with the unconscious She Qingqing. Long Yu frowned deeply.

"Where is Wang Ke? Why is he not there? Don't tell me Se Yutian killed him already?" Long Yu had an anxious but murderous look on her face. Her eyes shot across the projection in the mist to pinpoint the whereabouts of Se Yutian and the others.

Since the Demonic Dragon Island was located within the Miasmic Sea, the surrounding fog was rather dense. She had to zoom in closely on each place for a better view. Soon after, Long Yu zoomed to the Crystal Palace's main square, and noticed Se Yutian's subordinates standing there respectfully. Long Yu grew worried.

"The Sacred Child's succession ceremony? The Four Parlor Lord's thrones? Humph, you guys really know how to go through with formalities! Wang Ke? He’s surely dead by now!" Long Yu said with a sorrowful look.

But just as she wallowed in sadness, what she saw next shocked her.

"Wang... Wang Ke?" Long Yu cried out in shock.

She had experienced many grand occasions, and had already foreseen Wang Ke's demise when he went to the island for She Qingqing's sake… But little did she Long Yu expect to see Wang Ke sitting there.

Every seating position would be carefully selected, being such a high-level meeting in the demonic sect. Only the Demon Sovereign and the four Parlor Lords could sit on those thrones. The seats represented the top of the demonic sect's hierarchy, not to be used by any Tom, Dick, or Harry to sit. Any of her demonic disciples would know better than to dare take those places; even if someone didn't, the Parlor Lords would stop them.

But Long Yu could not wrap her head around why Wang Ke was sitting casually on the highest throne.