Yizhou, deep within the imperial palace of Great Qian.
Upon an ancient, unadorned circular platform, profound runes were carved all around. Strands of white light flickered around the Light Array like tassels.
At this moment, Li Yixuan sat within the Light Array with his eyes closed. As the surrounding runes flashed, mysterious power surged into his body like a rising tide.
Li Yixuan's entire body immediately radiated dazzling light. His face was resolute, his eyes tightly shut as he bore the force with all his strength.
The inherited power of a transcendent martial artist from several thousand years ago was exceptionally domineering. One slight misstep, and it would backlash upon him, scattering his soul to the winds.
Though he had received the inheritance several months ago, he had yet to fully absorb it.
As the inherited power continuously fused with him, Li Yixuan's aura grew ever stronger. His bones let out crisp explosive cracks, and his muscles became even more solid. His once-flowing long hair now stirred without wind.
Who knew how much time passed.
Amid an earthshaking roar, he slowly opened his eyes. A mysterious glimmer flashed through them as countless profound powers flowed around him. Even space itself twisted violently at this moment.
"Transcendence. This is the power of transcendence!" Li Yixuan muttered, his eyes filled with excitement. "Fang Xuan, these Nine Provinces will ultimately belong to my Great Qian!"
Though his voice was soft, it carried boundless killing intent and resolve. He knew full well that Fang Xuan was immensely powerful. In the great battle at Shang Jing, the trump card he had left behind had not only failed to harm Fang Xuan, but had instead caused the inheritance to backlash against him. Had Mister Wei not acted in time, he would nearly have become crippled!
"Sir,