Ambush the Fifth Princess

The strength of the Human Emperor Bloodline was truly formidable—let alone Blue Ancestor's disciple.

That day, the imperial capital was a storm-tossed sea. The pressure descending from the clouds forced the entire capital to activate its formations. Cultivators from every major faction fell into alarm. After who knew how many years, they were experiencing for the first time, in a place like the imperial capital where mighty figures gathered, the pressure of powerful experts in battle!

Even after the mighty figures in the sky had entered the arena, they could still feel the danger bearing down on them.

Those capable of observing qi could sense a banner amidst the clouds, wielding magical power so immense it could nearly overturn heaven and earth. A nine-clawed golden dragon was embroidered upon the banner; if it fell within the imperial dynasty, it would bring utter catastrophe.

Then there was a fortune-stick cylinder, its sticks swaying as an exceedingly auspicious stick emerged. Yet no one could tell whether it signified fortune or disaster. There was also a black hound howling at the heavens, its claws and fangs seemingly capable of tearing apart all things. Countless puppets, formation disks inscribed with mountains and rivers, a bright moon born in broad daylight...

All of it pointed to one thing: a great battle was underway in the imperial capital!

In the imperial capital, some rejoiced while others grieved.

Within the Immortal Suppression Bureau, Commander Wu Neng, who dearly loved tea, frowned as he watched everything in the clouds, then shut his eyes tight.

When he opened them again, the scene before him had changed. This was a vast, white world. Some had gathered to drink tea, some played chess, some teased caged birds. They appeared carefree and composed, yet most wore furrowed brows. Within this Mahayana realm,