Let the Grasslands Imprint the Emperor's Heart

"What did this light rely on?"

Within the city, many cultivators, Flying Tiger included, watched that radiance shoot straight into the palace. Surprise and astonishment flashed across their faces, swiftly giving way to confusion.

In their memories, they had scarcely ever seen a cultivator attack the Imperial Palace. Their sects' records did contain many such accounts, but those same records also described how those attacks had been resolved—

Any attack upon the Imperial Palace, whether through divine abilities, cultivation arts, true qi, spiritual qi, Magic Treasures, or even cultivators and gods charging in person, would be detected by the palace's Dragon Qi so long as it stirred supernatural power. A barrier would then form across the palace's surface.

That had been the case when the Eastern Capital's Imperial Palace came under attack. A protective shield had formed, making it difficult for supernatural power to penetrate within—though with a few methods, a trace could still seep through.

Yet what astonished the cultivators in the city now was that this light was clearly no ordinary thing. After striking the Imperial Palace, no barrier had risen at all!

Naturally, this set all kinds of thoughts churning in the minds of those cultivators.

Leaving their thoughts aside, within the palace, many elite inner-palace guards saw a beam of light tear through the air and immediately loosened their limbs, readying themselves to respond. But then they too were startled by the absence of a barrier. The light swept past in an instant, not even giving them a chance to stop it.

Elsewhere in the Imperial Palace were quite a few experts and guards akin to honored retainers. However, once they noticed the light and extended their senses toward it, they understood what it was and made no further move.

Whoosh!

The light raced onward, churning