The Undying Transmigrator

Book 2: Chapter 11: Coronation Ceremony

Vol 2 Chapter 11: Coronation Ceremony

The coronation ceremony had distinct styles across different emperors. Beyond establishing connections with the dynasty and the heavens, the most crucial aspect was demonstrating their future governance approach and personal capabilities.

Even though they already had political achievements before becoming emperor, and would have countless opportunities to prove themselves in the future, this moment of enthronement remained critically important.

But Mo Wen was different.

He didn't possess power because of his imperial status—he gained power through his own strength.

He needed no preparation, no fear of disruptions, no need for declarations, promises, or special pomp to emphasize his majesty.

He merely needed to appear, walk, ascend to the highest position, and then make the dynasty remember who its ruler was.

So he walked upward.

Not leaping through mountains, not walking on stone steps, but stepping on stairs condensed from power, striding across the sky.

Step after step.The sky inexplicably darkened, even the sun's rays no longer felt blinding. Everything in people's vision seemed to fade because of one person, leaving only his advancing figure crystal clear.

Whether at the mountain's base or its slopes, whether martial artists or cultivators, whether human, demon, or other beings—they all could feel that apex predator standing at the very top of the food chain, the possessor of absolute power.

He existed, and therefore biological instinct made them fear.

Hearts pounded madly, muscles tensed as if entering combat readiness, yet they couldn't grasp their weapons at all. Stiff legs couldn't move—whether to flee or kneel wasn't a decision for those who originally owned these bodies.

Fierce winds howled through the mountains, mountain rocks emitted deafening noises as if being chiseled, shrill like a slaughtered army. No clashing weapons or armored horses, only violence wrought by one person's power.

The rumbling never ceased; though the sky was clear for miles, it felt like thunder would descend because of one man's anger.

Powerful to the point of despair—this was the first feeling the new emperor gave everyone.

Whether aristocratic nobles or demon race assassins, whether those with deep hatred toward the dynasty or those craving benefits from this ceremony... all identities and reasons seemed to lose meaning. No one dared hope to proceed according to plan.

Even the most foolish person would yield to survival instinct.

The new emperor, Mo Wen, imperial title "Divine Martial."

He proved the meaning of this title in the simplest way.

His hands were his authority, writing commands with power. Where he walked became his territory, each step a conquest.

The dragon appeared in the sky, yet those clouds and rains that originally submitted to the dragon and accompanied its movement now ceased to exist under the new emperor's divine majesty.

It circled in the clear sky, humming low, using that ancient era's language to offer its congratulations to the new emperor, then actually lowered its free body, landing on the ground as if submitting.

That was a divine beast! Even just one could support a dynasty's prosperity. Even the tremors of a dynasty's end couldn't harm them in the slightest, yet the new emperor stood above even divine beasts.

Huang Linger watched that figure, her fingers digging into her palms unnoticed, but she clearly understood one thing: the demon race had lost.

Assassination—such things were impossible without even trying.

Perhaps some demons still dared cause trouble with their lives, they could still inflict damage on the Chenyao Dynasty, but the demon race could never achieve victory in war against this one person. Her plan for the demon race to seize the dynasty had failed before it even began.

As long as Mo Wen refused to abdicate for even one day, the Hundred Birds Dynasty could never be restored.

Bailu, Ziluan, and Zhuhe stared at Mo Wen in shock. They hadn't expected the new emperor to have been right beside them, nor had they imagined he possessed such majesty.

They had left Taiping Village originally following the Mystical Bird's command, to witness this world with their own eyes before deciding whether to use their martial power to rewrite everything.

Support or overthrow... now seemed equally meaningless.

The aristocratic families gazed up at the new emperor's form. They didn't know what his era would bring, but they clearly understood that before such magnificent power, they had only one choice.

Even if they sought their own interests, they must remember one thing: loyalty!

Loyalty was their only answer moving forward. Until the era of the Divine Martial Emperor ended by his will, they must be absolutely loyal.

The monkey looked up at the figure of this peerless person, thinking such strength could probably even defeat and trample death itself.

Natural death? If lifespan ran out, then just beat the world until it acknowledged he wasn't dead.

That fear that had always lingered in its heart seemed mostly blown away just from witnessing that figure.

That ordinary yet well-suited staff now seemed to carry additional meaning.

As for the other ordinary people who came simply to observe the ceremony, their thoughts were simpler.

The true dragon wouldn't lie, this power held no falsehood. Strength to this degree seemed almost mythical, so the new emperor's other abilities must surely be equally mythical and great.

Finally, Mo Wen reached the mountain peak.

Officials from the Dao Institute and Ministry of Rites stood waiting nearby, quietly awaiting the new emperor to conduct the rituals according to his wishes.

The new emperor needed no strength from tradition or rules—he was already the creator of such things, not a follower.

Mo Wen looked toward the star chart representing the Chenyao Dynasty's ancestors, numerous human heroic spirits, and celestial stars. He simply bowed once to show his respect for them, then walked toward the giant cauldron corresponding to the "world's divine vessel."

It was cast in an era before even the Cangming Dynasty existed—humanity's first step from survival toward prosperity when they hadn't yet become rulers of heaven and earth.

It had been destroyed, recast, but the meaning bestowed upon it never changed.

It had been destroyed, recast, but the meaning bestowed upon it never changed.

And now, it belonged to Mo Wen.

Having experienced countless near-deaths, it wasn't until the previous world that he truly became himself. This time, he chose to shoulder such heavy responsibilities.

Power...

Mo Wen calmly used Dragon Blade to cut his wrist, watching his blood fall into the giant cauldron, toward the blood symbolizing the myriad people.

However, his blood didn't merge with it.

Only at this moment did Mo Wen suddenly realize that as an otherworldly visitor, he might not be able to achieve the connection between heaven and humanity with this world's "heavenly authority" in the way locals uniquely could.

But the next instant, he felt tremendous power descending upon him before he even reached for it.

The "heavenly authority" had instead sensed him first.

Or more accurately, this world's blend of human principles and heavenly will was actively accepting, even begging for his control and reinforcement.

Heaven and earth sensed his bones, his blood, his soul, and the numerous divine organs from other worlds within his body, actively making changes.

Starting from Mount Dishan, the mountains and rivers within the Chenyao Dynasty's territory began to transform.