Under the escort of the Icefield Army, diplomatic envoys from all over the world gathered like a tidal wave, heading toward the main entrance of the Icefield Imperial City.
The Icefield Imperial City, also known as the *Klin Palace*, is a majestic and splendid palace complex, the symbol of Yese Fortress.
However, the first thing the envoys saw was not the luxurious palace, but the New Moon Duke's Manor next to it, which had been reduced to rubble.
It was evident that a fierce battle had taken place here... Most likely caused by the lightning-fast assault of the Summer Kingdom's emperor.
Seeing this, the envoys from various countries became more convinced that the news of the Summer Kingdom's emperor's death was true, while the Summer Kingdom's envoy group's mood grew increasingly heavy.
Under the guidance of Icefield officials, the envoys entered the main hall of the imperial city and took their seats.
The Summer Kingdom's seats were arranged at the furthest, most secluded corner of the hall, in an extremely awkward position. If they weren't careful, they would easily bump into the guards standing by the door.
"How dare they humiliate us, making us sit in this corner!" Gao Shang said angrily.
It wasn't just him; Jiang Tao and the other generals also had grim expressions, clearly displeased.
After all, the Summer Kingdom was a major power in the East Continent, and Icefield's arrangement was clearly an intentional insult.
"Calm down, don't forget our mission this time," Mo Tianxing said in a deep voice. "Our primary goal is to confirm whether His Majesty is safe and sound. Besides that, we must avoid causing unnecessary trouble."
"We're just lambs to the slaughter... Icefield's attitude makes it clear they have us in their grasp," Jiang Tao said helplessly.
Zhong Chunhua's face was dark, silent, as she realized that Icefield truly had the strength to do so.
Emperor Fang Yuan was incredibly powerful, and as his subjects, they knew better than anyone else that even the grand masters were far behind the might of Icefield.
If even the emperor had fallen at the hands of the Black God, even with four grand masters in the Summer Kingdom, they would still be like moths flying to a flame in front of Icefield.
Soon, envoys from other countries also entered the hall, and upon entering, no one looked toward the Summer Kingdom's group.
Even the representatives from small, obscure nations had better seating arrangements than the Summer Kingdom.
From above, one could clearly see that the Summer Kingdom's envoy group was surrounded by empty space, as if deliberately isolated.
This was not only Icefield's arrangement but also the mindset of the other countries.
At this delicate moment, no country wanted to be too close to the Summer Kingdom, for fear of drawing Icefield's suspicion.
At this point, two people from *Longzhen* entered the hall. After briefly chatting with Gao Shang and the others, they slowly made their way to their seats.
Though only Eastern Continent countries were invited, some Western Continent nations had come uninvited, and *Longzhen* was one of them.
Naturally, Icefield had no objections to their arrival.
"People from *Longzhen* are so foolish, coming here at a time like this, still trying to cozy up to the Summer Kingdom..."
On the other side, Sena, who was observing this scene, curled her lips into a mocking smile:
"Can't they see that the Summer Kingdom is finished? Speaking of which, it's their own fault; the emperor of one country went alone to Yese Fortress to seek death—how stupid."
Sena was in an unusually good mood, having completely forgotten the dismal state she had been in when Fang Yuan appeared before her.
Then, another group of people entered the main hall. They were short in stature, all wearing horse-riding attire, with the leader dressed in a yellow imperial robe and wearing a crown, exuding an air of authority.
With his appearance, the entire hall was stirred with a slight commotion.
"Is the leader of this group the emperor of *He-Sang*?"
"Yes, only the emperor of *He-Sang* would dress like that."
"Tsk tsk, even the emperor came in person..."
...
The ruler of a nation personally attending another emperor's coronation was nearly equivalent to openly declaring allegiance.
Under the gaze of everyone, Emperor Yu Ren of *He-Sang* walked gracefully. Even though the people present were all high-level cultivators, the emperor's identity still made him feel superior.
When he caught sight of the Summer Kingdom's envoy group in the corner, a slight mocking smile appeared in his eyes.
The Black Mountain Man and the Tengu God that possessed his body were both killed by the Summer Kingdom, and he hadn't forgotten that grudge!
However, the smile disappeared quickly, and Yu Ren concealed his emotions well.
A brief mocking thought was enough, as even a dying camel is larger than a horse—no matter how weak the Summer Kingdom had become, it was still not a nation that *He-Sang* could challenge.
Yu Ren had come in person to make *He-Sang* a vassal state of Icefield, in exchange for Icefield's protection.
It wasn't only *He-Sang* that had this thought. As soon as Yu Ren sat down, the king of Baekje entered the hall.
He was also dressed in luxurious attire, and when he looked at the Summer Kingdom's envoy group, his face was filled with mockery and hatred.
King Dan Gun and General Kim Dae-hwan had both died at the hands of the Summer Kingdom, and their national treasure, the *Seven Branch Sword*, was still in the Summer Kingdom and had not been recovered.
These old grudges would be settled with the Summer Kingdom once the hundred nations joined forces under Icefield's protection!
Next, envoys from Zuo Yue and representatives of other factions, such as the Reverse Scale Group, also entered the hall.
The entire hall became lively, with envoys from various nations talking amongst themselves, appearing quite peaceful and friendly.
Only the Summer Kingdom's envoy group was left isolated, like people from two different worlds.
But soon, everyone fell silent and focused their gaze on the entrance.
A powerful aura filled the air. Was it the Black God of Icefield?
But what appeared before them wasn't the Black God, but a man and a woman.
The man was short, almost like a dwarf, while the woman was tall and elegant.
"Who are these two, releasing their pressure in Icefield's imperial city? How arrogant!"
"Who knows..."
Most of the envoys were confused, except for Sena and the two from *Longzhen*, whose expressions turned unpleasant.
"They're from the Federation Ecclesiastic," Sena explained.
Upon hearing this, everyone finally understood. No wonder they were so imposing—these were members of the Federation, the strongest nation on the Western Continent!
Feeling the astonished gazes of those around them, the two Federation warriors showed a flash of pride in their eyes.
The dwarf-like man was none other than Anthony, who had been sent by the Pope to investigate the situation in the Summer Kingdom.
However, upon hearing about the death of the Summer Kingdom's emperor and the upcoming coronation of Icefield's new ruler, he reported the information to the Pope, who immediately altered the plan and sent another saint, Sheila, to join Anthony, both of them attending the Icefield emperor's coronation.
After a while, high-ranking officials from Icefield finally appeared.
At the front was a young man, dressed in luxurious robes, wearing a crown, and looking slightly nervous.
This was the new ruler of Icefield, Ivan XVII, the main character of the coronation ceremony.
However, no one's attention was on him. Instead, everyone's eyes were focused on the man walking beside him.
The Black God, Belobor.