This was an entirely new world, with an entirely new cultivation system. Ye Lin's goal was to observe this world's cultivation system and see whether he could fuse the cultivation methods of the two worlds.
To create a cultivation art unprecedented in history.
It sounded like a fantasy, but there was still the faintest sliver of hope that it could be achieved.
Time passed quickly. The next day, with the sun hanging high in the sky, ministers after ministers entered the imperial palace gates, trembling with fear.
Meanwhile, the streets of the imperial capital had long since been swept clean. Countless destroyed buildings had been restored overnight.
It was as if nothing had ever happened.
To ordinary people who had not been caught up in the disaster, they had merely slept through the night. The next day, they continued living exactly as they always had.
But some people could only live beneath a shadow.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it! I even brought in a Half-Emperor expert—how could I still fail? Why? Blood Sword Manor, Blood Sword Manor!"
"Blood Sword Manor promised me back then that they would not involve themselves in any imperial affairs. I never thought they would break their word so quickly. These jianghu people truly can't be trusted."
Inside a golden grand hall, a young man with an ashen face smashed everything around him that could be smashed.
Even so, there was no sign of his anger subsiding.
The eldest prince, Chu Zheng, heaved violently, and it was clear that he was in no good mood.
He could not understand it. He simply could not understand it. Why? He had clearly had a Half-Emperor expert assisting him, so why had he still lost?
That Half-Emperor expert had originally been his greatest trump card, meant to deal