The Imperial Heaven Court is a place specifically for training members of the royal family and successors of sects.
Once Hong Ying and the others entered the gate, they were able to clearly perceive this.
The entire hall was resplendent in gold, with thousands of Yeming hanging from the dome, illuminating the entire hall.
As Hong Ying and the others walked through the enormous hall, they could feel how insignificant they were.
Look around.
The room was filled with neatly arranged gold shelves, which were laden with various gemstone porcelains that resembled jade but were not, as well as exquisite nectar and other fine wines—a truly magnificent sight.
As Hong Ying approached and walked around the gold frame, she could see ancient murals hanging on the wall.
The vast army depicted in the oil painting, along with the generals on both sides and the king in golden armor and dragon robe, are so lifelike that they seem to leap out of the painting!
Hong Ying seems to have been drawn into this mural, witnessing firsthand this grand war that affected the entire world!
Swords flashed, blood gushed forth.
It was only when Mu Fusheng and the others approached that Hong Ying came back to her senses.
The moment she came to her senses, Hong Ying's incomparably majestic Intent of the Emperor involuntarily emanated from her.
Mu Fusheng pulled on the Hong Ying and looked straight ahead.
"What's wrong?" Hong Ying asked.
Mu Fusheng didn't speak, but slightly raised his chin, indicating that Hong Ying should see for herself.
When her gaze fell upon the enormous throne directly in front of her, Hong Ying was also stunned.
The sides of the throne are inlaid with various gems, each emitting a different light and aura. They are filled with different kinds of Power of Dao Law, and it is likely that as long as one holds a gem with the Power of Dao Law corresponding to one's own, one will have twice the result with half the effort in cultivating that Dao Law.
Countless runes swirled around the throne, guarding this supreme position. Behind the throne was a massive screen, covered with mysterious patterns and the four divine beasts!
It's likely that the value of this throne alone would cause bloodshed in the High-Latitude Realm, and even Divine Lord- level powers would fight tooth and nail for it!
However, what shocked them the most was...
An old man sat on the throne, his expression dignified, though he did not reveal any particular level of cultivation.
However, the moment Hong Ying and the others saw the old man, they felt an extremely powerful sense of oppression pressing down on them.
"Kneel down!" the old man suddenly shouted.
The oppressive feeling instantly intensified countless times!
It was as if a continuous mountain range had simultaneously pressed down on them.
It wasn't just the superficial sense of oppression; the extremely intense Intent of the Emperor also attacked their State of Mind and soul!
Even Hong Ying's pupils suddenly contracted, and her body trembled uncontrollably!
This Intent of the Emperor was far stronger than hers.
Thump.
Before five breaths had passed, the taciturn man beside him knelt down on both knees.
He had even collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain.
Ai Xue looked rather unwell, her legs were trembling, her body was slightly bent, and she was clenching her teeth tightly, not wanting to kneel down.
After all, as geniuses, they all have pride.
People generally say that one should only kneel to heaven, earth, and one's parents.
But this prodigy refused to even kneel before Heaven and Earth, only dreaming of one day surpassing them and slaying them...
Mu Fusheng was slightly taken aback when he saw the taciturn man being pressed down and knocked to the ground.
Holy crap?
If this is true, that's fine, but if it's fake... you're even better at faking it than I am!
no...
Thinking of this, Mu Fusheng decided to go all the way and let out a cry of pain, collapsing to the ground.
Hmm... that way there's no kneeling involved, so it doesn't count as kneeling, right?
Hong Ying stared wide-eyed at Mu Fusheng, as if asking, "What are you doing?"
Mu Fusheng winked at Hong Ying and transmitted his voice, "I wasn't strong enough. That old man was too strong, so I was overwhelmed. Is that alright?"
Hong Ying: "..."
She was speechless at Mu Fusheng.
This is being overly cautious...
However, looking at Hong Ying, her situation is actually the best among them.
Although his pupils trembled slightly, his legs remained straight and his back remained upright!
However, there is a constant sound of bones grinding together inside the body.
This oppressive feeling was constantly squeezing Hong Ying's physical body and eroding Hong Ying will and soul!
Physical pain could not alter Hong Ying's appearance, as for her will and soul...
Now that Hong Ying has embarked on this Path of the Emperor, how could her will and spirit be so easily influenced?
At this moment, the old man on the throne roared again, "Why don't you kneel before me?!"
This time, the sound was louder and more deafening than before!
The roar did not echo throughout the vast palace hall, but was forced into a straight line, rushing directly into Hong Ying's ears!
This sound, which pierced straight into her ears, kept echoing in Hong Ying's mind and consciousness!
It impacted Hong Ying's soul and State of Mind.
Upon hearing that roar, Hong Ying's pupils dilated slightly for a fleeting moment.
However, with the Imperial Intent regrouping, he managed to keep his mind focused.
Let Hong Ying's knees and spine, which were about to bend, straighten up again!
However, Ai Xue, who was standing to the side, was not feeling well.
His knees were practically touching the ground!
He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
As for the dull-witted man, he was completely pressed against the ground, his face deathly pale!
Mu Fusheng looked closely and thought to himself, "Even worse off than me?"
That won't do.
So Mu Fusheng cried out in pain, releasing some of his internal resistance and letting the roar rush into his body.
Instantly, his face flushed red, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood!
Isn't it about who's more miserable?
Who's afraid of who!
Hong Ying no longer had time to deal with this clown.
This roar caused the most damage to Hong Ying.
After all, the old man was shouting directly at Hong Ying.
At this moment, Hong Ying's face twitched slightly, but she still maintained a normal expression as she looked up at the old man on the throne, and said in a clear and deliberate voice, "I am the Empress, how could I kneel before others?"
Even if you are an emperor, even if your power surpasses mine, none of that is a reason for me to kneel before you.
Born to be emperor, Hong Ying treads the path to becoming king.
Once you kneel down, you lose that spirit.
When this ambition disappears, the Path of the Emperor will be completely blocked!
"Emperor? You think you're worthy of the title?" The old man's tone was calm, yet it sounded like he was mocking Hong Ying.
Hong Ying replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Strength can still grow, and I don't believe I can't surpass your strength."
"Moreover, if one only possesses strength and talent but lacks the Emperor's Heart, and has to kneel when oppressed, how can one become emperor?"
That's all.
The oppressive feeling that had been pressing on the body and invading the mind was instantly swept away.
It was as if it had never existed.
The old man's serious expression disappeared, replaced by a somewhat kind smile.
"What a cunning Emperor's Heart!"
"You are qualified to inherit the will of the Imperial Heaven Court!"