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Chapter 50: Ensuring Your Position as the God Emperor for Ten Thousand Years

Half an hour later, within the ruins, Bei Chenyong unwillingly closed his eyes. The vitality within him weakened, gradually disappearing until it was gone.

During this period, not a single general, clan member, or ancestor under the Great Yin Dynasty stepped forward. The faint hope in Bei Chenyong's heart was shattered completely.

After a brief moment, the atmosphere grew increasingly heavy.

Everyone present was a cultivator, and the disappearance of the God Emperor's aura was almost universally understood.

Now that the Great Yin God Emperor was no more, an empty position hung in the air, tempting everyone.

After all, becoming the God Emperor meant not only having profound techniques but also abundant resources.

With so many favorable conditions, as long as one's aptitude wasn't abysmal, reaching the pinnacle of Holy Lord wasn't a problem. With a bit of luck, even becoming a Saint wasn't impossible.

Some within the Great Yin Imperial family had thoughts, but they dared not speak them aloud. The intimidation from Bei Chenheng was too immense; once they opened their mouths, they risked facing retribution.

Currently, playing it safe was the wisest course of action.

After another stretch of time, Bei Chenyong's body had cooled.

An indifferent voice echoed from the void, slowly reaching everyone's ears. "The God Emperor has passed away. Though I mourn deeply, a nation cannot be without a ruler. Today, I ascend the throne. Do you have any objections?"

The wording suggested a discussion, but the tone indicated more of an announcement.

It was clear – Bei Chenheng was claiming the title of the God Emperor. Anyone who disagreed could step forward.

For a moment, everyone exchanged glances.

After a brief silence, a military officer reacted first. Kneeling in the void, he declared loudly, "I bow to the God Emperor, wishing him eternal life!"

"Damn!" Many raised eyebrows.

This turncoat was too quick; many hadn't made up their minds yet, and he was already groveling.

Seeing someone take the lead, the rest, even if unwilling, had to begrudgingly follow suit.

Bei Chenheng's strength was indisputable, making any opposition futile.

"I bow to the God Emperor, wishing him eternal life!"

"I bow to the God Emperor, wishing him eternal life!"

"I bow to the God Emperor, wishing him eternal life!"

…

The resounding voices converged into a single entity, terrifying in its unity.

If one were to look around, they would see that countless people seemed to have shrunk a size. In the center, only Bei Chenheng stood tall.
"Rise, everyone!" Bei Chenheng spoke.

At this moment, his thoughts were clear, and his heart was extraordinarily light.

Years of pursuit, realized in an instant, made him feel like this was a dream – surreal and unbelievable.

Previously, he mainly thought about how to survive. Becoming the God Emperor was a secret dream he only dared to entertain in moments of midnight reverie.

Unexpectedly, today, it had come true! He had truly become the God Emperor.

"It's all thanks to the senior!"

Bei Chenheng pondered in his heart, realizing that if not for the senior, today the one lying here might have been him. The one receiving the court's homage should have been his Imperial Father.

"I should really think about how to repay the goodwill of the senior," Bei Chenheng mused.

After a moment of contemplation, Bei Chenheng turned around, glanced at the people in front of him, and casually said, "If you have nothing else, you can all disperse."

"We take our leave!"

"We take our leave!"

…

After everyone departed, news of the Great Yin Dynasty spread, causing a stir throughout the entire world.

After all, a dynasty with considerable strength smoothly transitioning the position of the God Emperor wouldn't attract much attention.

However, if the transition weren't smooth, that would be interesting.

Moreover, a shocking piece of news surfaced – the Borrowing Luck to Become Saint Method, lost for millions of years, had reappeared in Bei Chenheng's hands. This news made countless individuals start plotting.

Many factions began to stir.

In the Great Yin Dynasty hall, Bei Chenheng sat quietly. The main hall had been demolished, and to use it again, it needed rebuilding and the application of formations.

This process would take one or two years at least. In the meantime, Bei Chenheng temporarily resided in another large hall.

Now, Bei Chenheng was considering the aftermath. T

he previous God Emperor had passed away, leaving many matters unexplained.

Some individuals might harbor ulterior motives. Therefore, he had to suppress any potential disturbances immediately; otherwise, trouble might arise later.

While contemplating, a sudden pressure emerged from all directions, fixing him in place. No matter how he struggled, it was futile.

"Saint King!"

Bei Chenheng felt a shock. This feeling, previously experienced by his father, now revisited him. It was indeed an intense experience.

"This aura…?"

Bei Chenheng's heart trembled.

From this pressure, he sensed a familiar Qi, the Qi of a cultivation technique unique to the Great Yin Imperial family. The visitor should be one of the ancestors of the Great Yin Dynasty!

Realizing this, Bei Chenheng breathed a sigh of relief.

He stopped struggling, trying to calm himself down.

He had already done what he needed to do, and if this mysterious ancestor wanted to inquire or hold him accountable, they would have shown up earlier.

Now, their appearance probably had a different reason, not related to his father's demise.

"I don't know which esteemed ancestor has come. This unfilial descendant welcomes you and asks for forgiveness!" Bei Chenheng respectfully said.

"Bei Chenfeng!"

From the void, the two words "Bei Chenfeng" resonated from all directions, like thunderous roars, making one's blood surge.

"So, it's the Thirteenth Ancestor!"

Bei Chenheng felt a slight tension in his heart.

This ancestor was not someone known for being easygoing; during his reign as the God Emperor, numerous wars were instigated.

The title of Martial Emperor was undoubtedly fitting for him.

"I wonder, Thirteenth Ancestor, is there something you wish to command by visiting the Imperial palace today?" Bei Chenheng asked calmly, not revealing any emotions.

"Hand over the Borrowing Luck to Become Saint Method. If you do so, I guarantee you the position of God Emperor for ten thousand years!" The voice of Bei Chenfeng echoed once again in the void.

"Heh," Bei Chenheng chuckled inwardly.

Was it really as he suspected?

When internal conflicts arose within the clan, these ancestors remained hidden.

However, as soon as the Borrowing Luck to Become Saint Method appeared, they immediately emerged.

They seemed a bit too eager.