The bronze gate reopened, and before everyone's eyes, the Yaoguang Holy Lord, the Grand Elder, and the Holy Son emerged from the sacred mountain, their faces somewhat pale.
Seeing many cultivators watching, Li Daoqing and Li Ming snorted coldly. Without offering any explanation, they flew with the "Holy Son" to another sacred mountain.
"What's going on? Why is the Ancestor angry?"
"Who would have thought that after the Holy Lord and the Grand Elder have been openly and secretly clashing these past few days, they would actually meet here today."
In the sky, the primordial spirits of several Immortal Platform gathered together, discussing the matter. They avoided talking about the indifferent imperial aura, but were very interested in Li Daoqing and Li Ming.
Seeing that everyone was avoiding the main point, the three Half-Step Great Power from the Holy Lord's lineage were somewhat puzzled. One of the middle-aged cultivators said doubtfully, "Something's not right. I sensed a faint aura of the Supreme Dao. Why would the Holy Lord and the Grand Elder use the Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron here?"
Unexpectedly, after he spoke, the other cultivators remained silent. After several dozen breaths, a Great Power finally spoke up, "Perhaps it was because the Holy Lord and the Grand Elder used a replica of an Imperial Artifact that the Supreme Dao Qi was dissipated."
The middle-aged cultivator frowned slightly; such words clearly wouldn't convince him. However, by the time he was about to say something more, the Great Power had already withdrawn their divine Power of Thought...
A moment later, another faint imperial aura emerged, and this time, in addition to the three Yaoguang Holy Lord, an old man in green robes also stepped out.
A powerful aura of the Third Heaven of the Immortal Platform filled the area, and dozens of Immortal Platform cultivators followed suit, emerging from their cave dwellings.
The crowd shouted in unison, "Greetings, Ye Mo!"
Su Yu nodded slightly and said calmly, "Get up!"
His current identity is the Yaoguang Holy Lord from three thousand years ago.
That person was not originally from the Ruthless One Lineage, but after being trapped in the Heavenly Gate of Severing the Dao for over a thousand years, Ye Mo still turned to the Indestructible Heavenly Art.
Finally, he successfully entered the Third Heaven of the Immortal Platform and became the contemporary King of Yaoguang Holy Land.
This is also a microcosm of most of the Yaoguang Holy Lord over the past tens of thousands of years. On one hand, there are Emperor Scripture and divine arts, and on the other hand, there is a very short lifespan. Faced with this situation, how many people can maintain their original intentions?
Ultimately, the two complete Emperor Scripture are the reason why the Ruthless One Lineage has taken root in Yaoguang.
Although the Devouring Heaven Demon Art and the Indestructible Heavenly Art are considered heretical by outsiders, within the extreme forces, everything is reversed.
As long as cultivators still have greed, the Ruthless One Lineage will not be wiped out.
"Lord of Yaoguang, that one has fulfilled one of your wishes."
Su Yu chuckled. He thought of the original owner he had possessed. When the original owner embarked on the path of cultivation, he couldn't forget the Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron and had a deep obsession with this Emperor Weapon.
All of this stemmed from the original owner's father's obsession.
Because the Yaoguang lineage did not limit itself to bloodlines, but instead selected exceptionally talented children from all over to nurture, it flourished ever more.
However, this approach was rejected by the original owner's lineage, who believed that the other party's bloodline was impure and had defiled the ancient ancestor, and that they were not qualified to call themselves the Ruthless Inheritance. They believed that they were the true lineage.
Since there are orthodox and heretical views, it's natural to try every means to attack the other side.
The Demon Jar lineage naturally assumed that the Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron also belonged to them, while the Yaoguang lineage was nothing more than petty people who had stolen Emperor Weapon and would one day be purged. The original owner of this body grew up under such influence.
Feeling exhilarated, Su Yu summoned the Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron, and then, surrounded by Li Daoqing and Li Ming, he entered the Yaoguang Palace with great pomp and circumstance, taking the high position of Holy Lord.
Now, all the current King of the Yaoguang Holy Land have perished, leaving only five self-proclaimed ancestors. He can freely use the Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron without worrying about backlash!
Ziwei's true form is currently in seclusion. If he were to emerge, the four states would inevitably witness the fall of King and the bloodshed of Saint.
Chapter 377 Ancient Daoist Temple on Nether Ridge
The Ziwei Ancient Star, Far East of Luzhou.
At the Minggu Mountain, palaces rise and fall, countless wisps of auspicious energy intertwine and change, dragon energy rises, Chaos and mist envelop the essence of heaven and earth.
Jupiter faded Sun-Moon and moon set, the ancient, half-hidden Wujin Palace, sealed by the dust of the past, emitted wisps of celestial light, causing the vast ocean to tremble.
"Hold head high!"
In an instant, endless Chaos energy surged forth, condensing into nine thick Purple Dragon. The dragon heads leaped out, emitting roars that caused the Void for thousands of miles to boil. Countless divine chains fluttered and intertwined, covering the surface of Minggu Mountain.
Inside the palace, an ancient Dao diagram hangs in the air, its veins as clear as purple jade, inlaid with Dao traces and spots, shimmering with luster and radiating a rich Dao aura.
Su Yu sat serenely on the Bodhi cushion, his hair flowing freely, his body as clear and radiant as divine glass.
Opposite him stood a delicate young woman, with countless threads of Dao principles entwined around her. The noble deep purple imperial color and the profound dark star color intertwined with each other, ultimately merging completely into the Chaos Dao Diagram.
In an instant, the Great Dao roared, a thousand auspicious lights appeared, and the glow of the clouds shimmered. The Dao tracks overlapped in one place, outlining mysterious and intricate patterns, as brilliant purple as agate, like stars twinkling, and the patterns on them shone brightly under the divine light.
This is the bloodline pattern of the Ziwei King Blood, possessing unfathomable power.
On the other side, Princess Yueshi was pale. Although she had reached the Immortal Platform Second Heaven this time, she felt no joy. She just stared blankly at her younger sister, like a soulless puppet...
Outside the palace, in the sky, imperial stars rose into the air one after another. Suddenly, at the edge of the world, a magnificent golden glow covered the clouds and enveloped the sky. Lotus flowers of Dao energy emerged, radiating light and illuminating the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
A series of chants drifted over, like gods, demons, and monsters reciting scriptures. Various runes were densely packed, and Wuliang golden light surged towards this place, rendering it incredibly hazy and dreamlike, almost like a scene from Immortal Domain.
In another palace complex, Yang Yi cast her gaze. She smiled gently, not paying much attention. Although this scene was extraordinary, compared to the " Source of the Dao," it was like a river compared to an ocean.
Having already survived the Heavenly Tribulation of Severing the Dao, Xiang Yufei smiled with relief, stroking the Crimson Gold Book with both hands as he continued to study the Blood Dao Secret Techniques within.
Behind him, a phantom king's figure loomed in and out, exuding a dense aura of death. This was the Netherworld Venerable Emperor Zun from the Mythological Era, who, according to legend, ruled the path of death in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, sharing the heavens and the earth with the Lord of the Heavenly Court, and was revered by gods, demons, and monsters, holding an extremely high position.
As time passed, two beams of blood-red light shot from the Death Monarch's eyes, and its features became clearer, no longer elusive, and somewhat resembled the man in blue below...
In the dark palace, Wang Teng's gaze was deep, his Heavenly Eye taking in everything.
"Heaven and earth rejoice! Is this the Chaos Body that unites with all the Dao?" The black-haired man clenched his hands, then slowly released them.
This palace is boundless, with countless Void abysses connecting to other regions. This is the manifestation of spatial divine magic, turning Sumeru into a mustard seed.
Through the hazy sunlight, the figure of the Northern Emperor appeared somewhat lonely, as if at dusk, all the Void Dao patterns began to lament, as if heaven and earth were grieving with him.
However, this process only lasted for a short while. The dimmed patterns shone brightly again. Wang Teng closed his eyes, detached his mind and body from the practice of the "Form" technique, and then began to carefully temper his Heavenly Emperor Divine Sword with divine power.
This Dao weapon is very special. Without the ultimate Chaotic Ancient Era Power to activate it, it would be a rough prototype of the Great Dao, able to grow alongside him. Now it has entered the rank of Holy Lord's Magic Weapon.
If the seal is broken, everything will be different. This will be another top-grade Great Saint Weapon, containing incomplete Supreme Dao array patterns, enough to destroy a region and overturn the heavens and earth...
The essence of Xuanhuang surged, and the Chaos mist dissipated. Su Yu emerged from the golden light, and then, with a fleeting glimpse of the Dao of Time, carrying the shadows of time and space, he teleported to a vast Great Wilderness.
At this moment, dense tribulation clouds covered the vast ocean, and in an instant, eighty-one imperial Purple Dragon descended, carrying dazzling lightning, roaring with fury, and thunderclaping, as if they wanted to destroy this world, and fiercely struck towards Su Yu.
Su Yu remained calm. He opened his mouth and inhaled, and Dao light flowed. Three thousand Chaos energies intertwined and swirled, carrying ineffable changes of laws. They shattered the bodies of all the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder Dragons and then liquefied them into the essence of the Lightning Tribulation Liquid, nourishing his physical body.
Facing the Thunderous Realm, Su Yu strolled leisurely, raising his hand to dispel the sea of electricity. Even the simultaneous arrival of two tribulations could not harm him. The terrifying Yin-Yang Heavenly Dragon Tribulation was merely a tool for him to temper his physical body and primordial spirit.
Then he single-handedly stormed into the Heavenly Tribulation Palace. This time, there were only three Humanoid Lightning inside the ancient palace, which were the three Dao-attaining beings who appeared from the Ziwei Emperor Star.
In an instant, the Human Emperor Seal shone brightly, the Taiyang Divine Tower suppressed the Jiuyou and burst forth with billions of strands of immortal light, and the Hengyu Furnace dominated the heavens and earth. The three ancient beings seemed to be reversing the River of Time and descending back into this world.
Half a day later, after a fierce battle, Su Yu emerged from the Heavenly Tribulation Palace, his robes stained with blood. Three faint marks appeared on the Immortal Palace and the Chaos Immortal Gold Sword: a seal, a tower, and a furnace, ancient and natural, exuding Daoist charm.
As the tribulation clouds dissipated, Su Yu activated the Divine Phoenix Immortality Art, restoring himself to his peak condition and truly establishing himself at the Sixth Heaven of Severing the Dao.
Today, he has grown powerful enough that even without entering the Divine Forbidden Domain, he is capable of slaughtering even Great Accomplishment King.
An overwhelming aura erupted, Su Yu's body flashed with light as he flew towards the Nether Ridge, following the pulse of time.
Even before he went into seclusion, he had sent people with his jade talisman to the Human King Hall and the Longevity Temple, hoping to see the Ancient Scripture of the Gods, but neither side made a clear statement...
Inside the Wujin Ancient Palace, seeing that Su Yu had not returned for so long, Princess Yueshi stood up weakly, then held her sleeping younger sister in her arms, tears glistening in her once bright and beautiful eyes.
These past few days, whenever she closes her eyes, she recalls the scene from that night...
That person wasn't the Imperial Ancestor Shenwu at all, but someone from the Foreign Realm beyond the heavens. No wonder she felt his eyes were familiar.
The faint echoes of Su Yu's words still lingered within the hall.
" Yue Shi, you don't want the Ziwei Divine Dynasty to perish, do you? State your choice..."
The light-colored dress was slightly wrinkled, revealing some of her snow-white skin. The woman with black hair looked haggard, and her once pretty face was streaked with tears.
All the pressure was on her shoulders. She had thought that the Divine Dynasty would be reborn, but instead it fell into an abyss and almost perished, its survival dependent on others. This humiliation made her indignant.
Now, the lives of millions of royal descendants and hundreds of millions of ordinary people in the divine dynasty are all in her hands.
She was terrified that the other party would break the agreement and destroy the Ziwei Divine Dynasty. After all, she had nothing in this deal and could only be manipulated by others.
Despite the prosperity of the outside world, the Divine Dynasty existed in name only, and who knew the bitterness and sorrow in the heart of this "fallen" princess?
"Elder sister..."
Suddenly, the sleeping princess let out a soft call. She gripped Princess Yueshi's skirt tightly with both hands, as if she had grasped a lifeline. The magic power of the Four Extremes Secret Realm directly crushed the flowing light skirt.
Princess Yueshi looked at her younger sister with affection, stroking Xinggui's back and saying softly, " Xinggui, your sister is here. Don't be afraid. No matter what lies ahead, I will be by your side."
As she spoke, her nose tingled with emotion, and she felt deeply sorry for her deceased mother. Even she was distraught in the face of such a calamity, Xinggui, at such a young age, had to go through something like this.
The girl, curled up in the woman's arms, kept her eyes closed and gave a soft reply. The two figures, nestled together, grew increasingly distant in the Chaos mist.
In the end, the surging clouds engulfed everything, erasing all cause and effect, leaving only the exquisite and elegant ancient palace Eternal.
At the Minggu Mountain, inside the imperial palace, the Ziwei Dynasty Lord sat on the throne, with four imperial uncles at the Immortal Platform Second Heaven Realm beside him.
Looking down at the assembled cultivators of the Divine Dynasty, Sovereign Mingdao frowned and coldly asked, "Has the Human King Hall and the Longevity Temple not responded yet?"
The crowd below had differing attitudes, with the clan cultivators all showing dissatisfaction. One of the old royal uncles stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "By order of the Shenwu Martial Ancestor, we will reclaim the Ancient Scripture of the Gods even at the cost of everything."
Upon hearing the word "reclaim," some of the elderly frowned slightly, feeling something was amiss, since those two ancient scriptures did not belong to the Ziwei Divine Dynasty.
However, the other royal cultivators all agreed. Prince Qinghe bowed respectfully and said, "Father, I am willing to go to the Nether Ridge to serve as an envoy to the Longevity Ancient Temple."
The Ziwei Dynasty Lord remained silent. He summoned a jade talisman, upon which were mysterious star patterns, dazzling and beautiful, radiating divine light.
At the mountain peak, the Northern Emperor's heart stirred, and he stood up. He reached out and summoned a golden chariot and a set of black gold battle armor from the Void Divine Abyss.
He donned his armor, shouldered the Heavenly Emperor Sacred Sword, mounted his chariot, and his eyes blazed with fighting spirit.
" Ziwei cultivator, let me see the true prodigies under this starry sky."
Wang Teng exuded confidence, his shimmering battle armor covering his body, leaving only his sharp, Heavenly Eye visible, radiating a chilling killing intent.
A moment later, the golden ancient chariot rushed into the palace. Beneath his black-gold battle armor, Wang Teng looked indifferently at the Ziwei Dynasty Lord.
It's him!
Inside the palace, many cultivators revealed murderous intent, recognizing Wang Teng's identity.
Although the other party had not killed any cultivators of the Divine Dynasty, they were still enemies. Since the Celestial Saint and the Divine Prohibition Severing the Dao Slayer had perished, this Great Power of the Eight Prohibitions Realms should not live in the world either.
Just as everyone was about to make a move, Sovereign Mingdao snorted coldly and said, "He has already been accepted as a disciple by the Imperial Ancestor Shenwu and is the Palace Master of Beichen Palace in the Divine Dynasty."
"This..."
The group of cultivators sized up Wang Teng, with several princes showing amusement in their eyes. In their view, the titles of "disciple" and "Palace Master of Beichen" were merely polite formalities.
Perhaps this Eight Prohibitions arrogant and unparalleled prodigy has already been taken in as a war slave by the Dynasty Lord Shenwu, and is now in a miserable state.