Chapter 1406
: Change
Chapter 1406: Change
The sky was dark and murky.
The light of water and fire cleared away the void, and the colors of heaven and earth were no longer as they used to be, surrounded by darkness and yellow, but interwoven with blue, yellow, indigo and violet. These speckled colors hung above the rolling clouds, like the vast ancient times, where gods and ghosts could see.
The enormous monster still stood on the ground, head bowed, while the palace high above sat serenely in blue-purple. Qingzhuo stood above the monster, and below the palace, all was silent.
On the other side of the wind and clouds, there was a pale blue palace, nestled in the yellow-orange clouds, a step higher than everything in the west, like a phantom reflecting the distant east, even more magnificent and precious than the palace atop the mountain spirit's head.
A man sat casually in front of the palace gate, dressed in a light yellow robe and adorned with various glass and gold ornaments. His face was handsome, with slightly thin cheeks. He leaned against a few steps, playing with two small gold stones in his hands, turning them as he looked down at the palace from his high position.
This young nobleman is none other than...
It is Tianhuo.
Indeed, this纨绔公子 (playboy) who barely even reached the mid-stage of the Purple Mansion realm, and a divine power that the Golden Feather Sect often roamed around at will, was always laughing, joking, cursing, doing nothing, and extremely dissolute. There were many who secretly mocked him for being unworthy.
But when he took off the clothes of the Golden Feather Sect and put on this blue-gold robe, his temperament changed completely. Even though he still sat upright in front of the jade steps and was still unruly, the majestic Mountain Ghost and Qing Zhuo, who laughed at the heroes of the same era, could only be subordinate to him.
Even more so... because this Green Palace was taller and hung higher, it domineeringly and completely suppressed the Xuancai Palace above the mountain spirit's head, as if the beings in that palace had to look up at him.
Tianque, Chunshuo, and the others could only stand on either side of the prince and wait below him.
On his side, heavy shadows rolled in, and a ghostly figure stood within them, its face obscured, but its gaze was deep and cold, like snowflakes, watching him intently.
“A document was sent up the mountain. It should be about the miser. It shouldn’t be a problem. We don’t need to pay attention to it.”
The young man smiled and raised an eyebrow, saying:
"The star of cultivation has lit up, and we have our own senses... This white Qilin has not disappointed us after all."
Tianqu below lowered his head slightly, looking down at the sandstorm beneath his feet, and said:
"grown ups…"
"It's time."
Tian Huo turned his head, took a step back, bowed deeply to the palace gate, and said:
"grown ups!"
The sound, like the ringing of a bell, caused the entire palace to tremble violently. The dark aura beside it calmed down from its churning, and only then could one see the palace gates slowly opening, with wisps of purple mist wafting out and the faint sound of footsteps.
A person is standing in the palace.
This person was not particularly tall, but his appearance was extremely handsome, with a well-proportioned face, a full forehead, and a square jaw. He wore a light gold robe that looked rather thin, covered with a blue cloak.
He stepped out from the billowing purple smoke, and everyone around him bowed their heads. Jin Yi's entire group prostrated themselves on the ground, and even the man in the dark mist slightly lowered his head, saying:
"So it was Daozi himself who came. I remember our brief meeting in Wanling Heaven years ago... I still remember it vividly."
The Taoist priest nodded to him and said:
"As expected, it is Fellow Daoist Yang."
So he turned his gaze back, raised an eyebrow, and smiled:
"Having raised a mountain spirit, it seems to have a nature that doesn't suffer losses. Returning to the earth is also a righteous path."
But the person in the darkness seemed to lower their head, touched by something below, and let out a cold snort.
Daozi smiled and said:
"Let them speak. What can't be said? Every situation has its own circumstances, and every plan had its own back then. Now that the situation has changed, it's also an opportunity to resolve things. Why hide anything?"
The shadowy figure rolled around for a moment, then said:
"Even if there are things I dare not say, they are nothing more than this, nothing compared to your esteemed Dao... Moreover... if Bai Qilin truly harbors a desire for revenge, it is not you who will be in trouble, you can simply remain aloof!"
Daozi twirled the thumb ring on his knuckles and said mercilessly:
"Are you afraid this guy will bring up your family's true qi?"
The dim light fell silent for a moment, as if it had stepped on a dog's tail. The person was not in a hurry to talk to the person in front of him, but instead looked around and stared leisurely at the Xuan Cai Pavilion that seemed both near and far.
Finally, he said:
"That lord will not return... In such a vast lineage, it is rare for those above and below to be of one mind; each person always has their own way of doing things."
His words were like a reassuring pill, causing everyone present to secretly breathe a sigh of relief. Daozi then straightened his clothes, stepped forward, and said calmly:
"The false dynasty of the Qing clan, falsely claiming the imperial throne, disregarding loyalty and integrity, bestowing upon treacherous officials the power of axe, using water and fire to intimidate and oppress, and employing the 'intertwined snake' technique to create a false sense of authority... In the bright palace, they allow their own clansmen to seduce each other in the imperial bedchamber; the majestic king, with his descendants guarding the borders..."
"Now that all our nations and regions have already received the mandate of reform and have been inspired by the divine power, we have rectified the evil in the west and corrected the deviations in the west. This is an imperial edict."
"Kim Il-sung, obey my command."
He said coldly:
"With Song's assistance in conquering Shu, I command: the world will be transformed."
...
"Boom!"
The rolling water and fire rippled through the heavens and earth. The thunderous sound had passed, and the blazing sun, like a wild beast rising from the darkness, gazed intently with its two white-gold eyes.
The martial arts light between heaven and earth continuously transformed into chains that fell down, but they were destroyed one by one by the bright purple flames rising from his body. With each condensation of true qi, his aura weakened, yet he seemed to become more solid, appearing exceptionally terrifying.
"Red-cut arrowhead".
The rolling setting sun steadied itself in the darkness. In that moment of uncertainty, this divine power seemed even stronger, replacing the darkness that had been swept away by water and fire, standing in stark contrast to the white sky, like yin and yang.
The two figures in the heavens and earth seemed to be one with the current situation.
Li Zhouwei was certainly aware of the constraints imposed on him by Xiuwu Star.
In those days, the world was in turmoil, the Song and Shu dynasties were established, and the underworld wanted to use its own aura to nourish Xiuwu. So, taking advantage of his current state of reversed Yang, he specially brought a scroll to the lake...
Cultivating martial arts is actually about cultivating oneself and practicing martial arts, which are two achievements of the emperor, and are integrated with the emperor's own pursuit of the Tao, just as Yang Zhuo said back then.
Seeking truth, cultivating martial arts, and ascending to immortality.
From then on, every victory Mingyang gained was for the cultivation of martial virtue in the martial star, which allowed the two emperors to cultivate in peace in the palace, only needing to maintain their immortal virtue... From beginning to end, Mingyang was an extremely important link in the underworld.
But today, with the Jiangnan region pacified, the Jianghuai region recovered, and the Central Plains filled with fear, even to the point of destroying Shu, it is already enough!
That's all.
Being a subject is not a catastrophe or an unacceptable thing. The Wei Kingdom was originally a subject of the Zhou Dynasty. One of the important symbols of Mingyang is usurpation. If Li Zhouwei can break free of his shackles today, it will only bring him endless benefits.
His gaze had turned into two white-gold dots in the darkness, and his aura had surpassed its limit. He could vaguely sense that after Bai Lin's destiny was reached to its limit, his supernatural powers had been unleashed at twelve times their original strength!
It was indeed the [divine retribution and punishment]!
This technique is called a magic, but in reality it is neither a magic nor a supernatural power. If one had to nitpick, Li Zhouwei could feel that it directly targets Mingyang—in this respect it is similar to the supernatural power that directly targets Guo, Yu, and Run, and has the same origin!
The spell's casting method is also extremely unique. The gold paint is actually the six wheels of imperial light. The two wheels currently being cast behind him are 【Dangerous Steps】 and 【Sword Carrying】 in order.
【Taking the Danger】As long as one's own life is elevated to the peak, one can respond, known as the Emperor's Move. 【Bearing the Sword】It means demanding that the other party be a ruler of a region, a general in a battle, known as the Punishment of the Rebels.
Each time he senses one of the rounds, not only will he be blessed with divine power, but his supernatural abilities will also increase by ten percent! The more imperial light that responds, the more terrifying the final punishment will be!
At this moment, the world changed color. The boy stood in the vast white light, his expression filled with shock. The dense chains in his hands seemed to possess immense power, rendering him unable to move!
But there was no darkness in his eyes; his fingers tightened further, as if intentionally challenging the Qilin below, causing the chains descending from the sky to rattle crisply. He sneered:
"Water and fire are here!"
The dark crack roared, and countless streams of water and fire surged upwards along the heavy chains, boundless and vast, sweeping away all the light of day. It filled the endless desert with boundless desolation, and the final, primordial chaos froze the white Qilin in the formation, as if to strip it of all its vision.
But the white Qilin moved.
As if struck by lightning, a light suddenly shone brightly between his brows.
【Chongyang Juxing Baopan】!
Ritual vessels from the former Wei dynasty, which were used to pay homage to the emperor in Ningguo!
This ritual artifact, personally ordered to be forged by Tianwu, manifested countless rays of light, seemingly more magnificent than all the chains combined, yet also like a testament to the power of the surging, chaotic stars that pierced through endless darkness and light, leaping before the boy's face.
The King of Wei's gaze remained fixed on the Shu Emperor's brow.
That tiny little dent.
Qianyang Bracelet.
The Xuan Bracelet's [Power of Uplift] was powerful but slow, making it difficult to strike the person before it. The [Heavenly Binding], on the other hand, was lightning fast and was the only spiritual treasure that hit the Shu Emperor. It itself did not cause any harm, not enough to shatter the person's physical body; it only exerted a strong and uncontrollable suppressive and bewildering effect...
But it was precisely this very treasure that left a dent between the Shu Emperor's eyebrows, enraging the young man who began to go all out. And more importantly, that dent has yet to heal.
'It's not just that the physical body itself is extremely precious to Qi Cultivators, unlike the unbridled nature of the Purple Gold Path, but also the requirement of True Qi Golden Nature for you to maintain your true nature in martial arts without being harmed... This is why Yang Zhuo never personally goes to war... Why, when the Gathering Star Pearl appears, you would rather give up the opportunity to fight and temporarily retreat...'
Golden pupils stared at the boy before him.
'Your arrogance is formidable, but you are also fragile. I can fail, I can be injured, but you cannot.'
'Because for you, injury... is dangerous and unforgivable, it goes against the very essence of your martial arts cultivation. The Underworld didn't tell me this weakness because...'
This was also Emperor Song's weakness.
The chains and shackles of true qi remain.
But Bai Qilin had already broken free of his hands, and his white true qi seemed to be the only color in the world. His left fist, which was gripping thousands of chains that had not yet been tightened, crossed the brief space between the two and smashed into the chest of the Shu Emperor!
"Boom!"
Darkness arises from heaven and earth!
The boy's figure fell like a shooting star. The dividing line between white and black tilted rapidly as he fell, and the world became dark and chaotic. The world, white on top and black on the bottom, was turned upside down in an instant. The land was no longer a barren desert, but a land full of brine and boiling water and fire. The sky was gray, and the huge setting sun lay prostrate on the horizon.
"Cough cough..."
Amidst the raging flames and water, the boy used his longsword to support his body, coughing violently. His chest caved in, and drops of purple blood slid down his lips, turning into streaks of water and fire in the air.
The figure in the sky resembled a demon god, its flowing black robes like dancing flames, and the golden scales on its neck seemed to breathe. A third halo rose from the deep darkness.
【万乘】
This light illuminates the emperor's advance, startling traitors and rebels, causing the world to tremble in fear, with none daring to disobey!
This light requires Li Zhouwei not to be injured in the "Crimson Arrowhead" and to sit in the guest seat, becoming the opponent of the White Qilin—no longer believing that he can defeat it!
The earth and sky shook.
Neither of them spoke, but a voice echoed across the sky from the distant east:
'The false Qing dynasty... bestowed upon treacherous officials the power of water and fire to tyranny... and consorted with members of the same clan in the imperial bedchamber...'
The boy's raised head froze in mid-air. He pressed his hand against the sword, closed his eyes, as if overwhelmed by anger, or as if he could no longer control his injuries. Blood suddenly spurted from his tightly pursed lips.
"puff!"
The purple blood splattered, transforming into countless tiny cranes the size of fingernails on the ground, which then took flight. Rocks rolled, and the immortal ape wept, creating a scene of crystalline beauty everywhere.
"With Song's assistance in conquering Shu, I command: the world shall be transformed!"
The brilliance of that martial arts star slowly dimmed, and the boiling water and fire that covered the land gradually subsided. The boundless crystal land, like a vanished illusion, turned into an endless blood desert.
The young man stood alone, supporting himself with his jade sword. He raised his head, and a radiant light shone in the darkness. The fourth imperial light had emerged from behind the white Qilin in the sky.
[Against the prevailing trend].
He raised his halberd, its golden edge condensing into a thin line in the air, and heard the calm voice of the white qilin.
"Your Majesty possesses a powerful weapon; if you do not use it soon, I fear your state and ancestral temples will suffer calamity—show us your true abilities!"
The boy shook his head and smiled, seemingly disagreeing, and stepped forward, saying:
"You haven't used 'Visiting the Heavenly Gate' yet, and 'Emperor's View of the Origin' hasn't been used at full strength either... As the saying goes, under the Heavenly Gate, even the True Purple One cannot escape—you are truly domineering, refusing to take it out until it's time to kill me."
He paused briefly, then his aura surged and rose again. At this moment, he seemed to care about nothing else. What imperial decree, what auspicious signs? This emperor no longer cared. Rolling true qi surged from his body, as if his entire life was gradually transforming into infinite supernatural power, supporting his plummeting aura again, trying to break free from the boundless desert.
"【Fengzhen Ce Xuanbian】? That's Pingwen the old thief's magical treasure."
The sunlight streaming down was like a blazing sun, making the young man's eyes burn. He wiped the blood from his lips, raised his sword, and facing the white unicorn in the air that resembled a dragon emerging from a pool, he didn't yield an inch of his sharpness, and laughed:
"It does not belong to the Shu Emperor of this era."