"Chu Kuangren is in the Royal Palace. Cancel the plan!"
"Have everyone retreat."
"Damn it, Chu Kuangren is in the Royal Palace. Our plan to assassinate the Qingyun Ruler has failed. Everyone, retreat."
"With Chu Kuangren there, we won't succeed."
Atop a tall building in the Royal Palace, Chu Kuangren looked at the streets before him, so quiet that even birdsong could be heard, and the corners of his lips rose slightly.
"These people know what's good for them."
The number of people who had come to stop the Qingyun Ruler from overcoming his tribulation was no smaller than the number who had come for Venerable Xuanqi last time.
But with Chu Kuangren standing there, none of them dared to move.
The Qingyun Ruler's tribulation could be called exceptionally easy this time.
Boom!
In the distance, auspicious clouds gathered, and a powerful Daoist Rhyme spread. Although it had yet to reach the level of a Saint, it was very close.
The Qingyun Ruler had officially overcome his tribulation and advanced to Quasi-Saint.
"May our ruler reign for a thousand autumns and ten thousand generations!"
"May our ruler reign for a thousand autumns and ten thousand generations!"
Sensing this phenomenon, the million soldiers stationed outside were immensely excited and shouted at the top of their lungs, their rolling waves of sound surging into the sky.
Chu Kuangren patted his ears. "They're certainly loud."
Still, he was happy that the Qingyun Ruler had successfully overcome his tribulation.
The day after overcoming his tribulation, the Qingyun Ruler rewarded his armies and held a banquet for all his generals. Naturally, Chu Kuangren was invited too.
Inside the palace's great hall.
The banquet was underway, cups passing back and forth in a lively scene.
The Qingyun Ruler's face glowed, and he was in excellent spirits.