Emperor Dharma Idol

Beneath the blue sky, a pair of emotionless eyes appear high in the air, looking down upon the earth.

It is as if the will of Heavenly Dao has been manifested.

It was as if an ancient giant had awakened and opened his eyes.

These eyes were initially like light ink on rice paper, not very clear, but then they gradually became clearer.

After the eyes materialized, the facial features began to emerge, as if an invisible brush was drawing. As the lines moved, the resolute and handsome face was completed.

With a turn of the pen, the body then appears.

This figure was a hundred feet tall, wearing a flat-topped crown, a dragon robe, and golden boots, and holding a bronze sword in his hand.

Between heaven and earth, the power of the five elements suddenly became chaotic. The gale transformed into his robe, the earth spirit forged his body, the black water transformed into his blood, the wood spirit awakened his vitality, and the metal spirit forged his sword.

Two bolts of lightning flashed and struck his eyes.

The Great Feng Dynasty!

Xu Qi'an summoned the spirit of Emperor Gaozu.

On the Wind-Riding Boat, Xu Pingfeng's face suddenly stiffened.

Ji Xuan murmured:

"Emperor Gaozu."

His face suddenly twisted, whether from anger or jealousy, and he gritted his teeth, saying:

"What right does he have to summon the Emperor Gaozu? What right, what right!"

"This is the ancestor of my Ji clan."

Xu Yuanshuang and Xu Yuanhuai were dumbfounded. They didn't dare to speak because they saw their father's hands, which were clenched into fists, behind his back.

At that moment, a strange feeling suddenly welled up in their hearts—the father was regretting it.

He may not necessarily regret being enemies with the eldest son, but he does regret certain things.

Yongzhen Shanhe Temple.

The entire Sangbo Lake suddenly trembled violently, and ripples spread across its surface.

"Ping ping pong pong."

On the grand altar where the imperial ancestors were enshrined, the memorial tablets were overturned and scattered on the ground.

The sculpture of Emperor Gaozu of the Great Feng Dynasty cracked open with a snap, the crack spreading from his brow to his chest.

The Bureau of Astronomy, the Eight Trigrams Platform.

The supervisor, still lost in thought, kept his eyes closed, but he picked up a wine cup and raised it towards the southeast.

"Bang!"

The wine cup in his hand suddenly shattered, and the supervisor's chest exploded, his white robes stained with blood.

"It's easy to invite a god in, but hard to send him away."

The supervisor said in a low voice.

The bleeding from his chest stopped, and his wound slowly healed.

But his face was so pale it seemed to have no color in it.

The Imperial Study.

Emperor Yongxing, engrossed in handling state affairs, heard hurried footsteps.

A eunuch, without being announced, defied the emperor and barged into the imperial study, kneeling on the ground, pale-faced, and shouting:

"Your Majesty, the ancestral tablets have fallen."

Emperor Yongxing pushed the large table, suddenly stood up, and his expression changed drastically.

Clear Cloud Mountain.

Zhao Shou stood atop the cliff, silently gazing towards the southeast.

"Summoning a human emperor to descend will incur a backlash from Heavenly Dao, no less than the price Wei Yuan paid for summoning the Confucian sage."

As he spoke, Zhao Shou glanced towards the capital and whispered:

"Supervisor, you're actually willing to bear the backlash from Heavenly Dao for him; you really did choose him."

Emperor Gaozu?!

All eyes were fixed on the imperial image, and after a brief moment of astonishment, Xu Qi'an's call echoed in everyone's minds.

Wearing a flat-topped crown, a dragon robe, and golden boots, surrounded by the power of the five elements, this Dharma image, even without Xu Qi'an's words, could give people a direct impression of an "emperor".

On the southern cliff top, Cao Qingyang and the others stood dumbfounded, seemingly unable to process the overwhelming amount of information.

"This, this is Emperor Gaozu?"

"Xu Yinluo, he summoned the Gaozu Emperor?"

"Is Xu Yinluo the reincarnation of Emperor Gaozu?"

These three questions filled their minds; each one was unbelievable and hard to digest.

Similarly unable to accept or process the information before them were Qi Huan Danxiang and others. They couldn't accept it because the situation was clearly very favorable, and they could finally capture or kill Xu Qi'an as they wished.

Unexpectedly, the situation changed drastically, and Xu Qi'an summoned the Dharma image of the Great Feng Emperor Gaozu.

"Emperor Gaozu? The Emperor Gaozu who fought alongside our ancestors to conquer the world?" Liu Hongmian's delicate body trembled slightly as she spoke these words haltingly.

The Heart Gu Master, Qi Huan Danxiang, shrieked, "Wasn't the Great Feng Dynasty dead? How could he summon the High Ancestor Emperor? He was just a crude warrior!"

No one answered him.

Everyone had witnessed Xu Qi'an's actions just now. As experienced individuals, how could they not understand how he summoned the Gaozu Emperor?

Qi Huan Danxiang was merely venting her frustration and anger.

Glug~ The white tiger swallowed hard and whispered:

"Walk!

"Retreat first, we'll discuss everything later."

He already had considerable experience; in this situation, running away was the best option.

If they win, they will contact each other afterwards; if they lose, they can save their lives by retreating now. They are really terrified of Xu Qi'an.

Xu Qi'an, who was wielding the Dharma image of the High Ancestor Emperor, was not feeling well. His face was flushed with an eerie redness, and his skin looked like that of a boiled shrimp.

No, to be precise, it was Faxiang who was controlling Xu Qi'an.

He suddenly found that his hands and feet were out of his control, and the posture of holding the knife changed to standing with his hand on the sword.

"Buddhist School monks, how dare you invade the territory of my Great Feng Dynasty?"

He spoke involuntarily with an authoritative voice, as if he held the law of heaven.

Dark clouds covered the summit of Quanrong Mountain, as if the heavens and earth were enraged.

The Vajra Dharma Image, with its solemn and dignified appearance, silently gazes at the Emperor Dharma Image, its twelve arms outstretched like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, assuming an attack stance.

The emperor's image still stands with his sword, exuding domineering arrogance.

A clear light rose from beneath the Vajra Dharma Image's feet, and the hundred-foot-tall golden body abruptly vanished, leaving only a bell and a pagoda to suppress the old scoundrel.

The next moment, the Movement Method appeared silently behind the Emperor Dharma image.

Twelve pairs of arms fell simultaneously: a vajra releasing arcs of electricity, a dagger covered in the power of metal, a divine sword flowing with black water spirit, and a demon-subduing staff that seemed capable of crushing the void.

These Law Artifact resonated with each other, their powers interacting, resulting in thick cracks and streaks of light.

Buzz!

A massive shockwave rippled through the air, and an invisible force blocked the attack of the twelve arms, like an unseen protective shield.

Twenty-four ripples collided and vibrated with each other.

The emperor's majesty is inviolable!

The entire world was rejecting the Vajra Dharma Image, resisting this traitor who had angered the emperor.

At this moment, the "Emperor Gaozu" slowly turned around and raised the phantom of the brass sword in his hand.

Xu Qi'an made the exact same move.

Boom!

A bolt of lightning struck down from the churning clouds, hitting the tip of the sword.

The area spanning hundreds of miles around Quanrong Mountain experienced unprecedented turmoil, with rivers flowing backward, permafrost cracking, and mountains trembling.

Xu Pingfeng, aboard the Wind-Riding Boat, suddenly looked up at the sky.

Like her father, Xu Yuanshuang looked up at the sky.

In the Warlock's vision, streaks of energy, some thick and some thin, streaked across the sky like streams of light, merging into the raised brass sword.

The power of all living beings!

Since ancient times, emperors have been mandated by Heaven to rule over all living beings.

"Cut!"

Xu Qi'an spoke in a majestic and deep voice.

He involuntarily drew his national-protecting sword, aligning it with the imperial image behind him.

There will never be another sword light as dazzling as this in the world.

In the eyes of the spectators, everything else faded away, leaving only that fleeting, comet-like flash of sword light.

The head of the Vajra form collapsed first, followed by the neck and chest, disintegrating inch by inch and disintegrating into the purest fragments of light.

The Vajra Dharma Image, renowned for its defensive capabilities, has lost its source of pride and dominance.

Even the immense earth elemental power couldn't withstand the sharpness of the national-protecting sword, and the formations collapsed one by one.

Boom!

The Dharma form completely collapsed, transforming into an all-encompassing energy that raged in all directions.

Rocks rolled down the Quanrong Mountains, uprooting countless trees. Cao Qingyang and the others either fled in panic or lay down on the ground to avoid the aftershocks that swept everything away.

The distant military town was also inevitably affected, with roofs being blown off and buildings collapsing in large sections.

It was like a natural disaster.

Along with the annihilation of the Vajra Dharma Image, the Vajra of Salvation also vanished.

He clasped his hands together in despair, facing his own end.

At the beginning of the Yongxing era, Vajra, Buddhist School monk who had saved from hardship, perished at Quanrong Mountain in Jianzhou.

Whether it's the Great Feng or Buddhist School, they would all add this entry to their respective historical records or chronicles.

After everything calmed down, under the blue sky and white clouds, only the proud figure of the emperor stood there.

After slaying the powerful enemy, the Emperor's Dharma Image did not stop. He stood with his sword in hand and gently struck it.

Puff!

A dozen miles away, the Asura Vajra, who had already quietly escaped, was pinned to the ground, his dark golden blood staining the ground beneath him.

"This humble monk is unwilling to accept this."

The light in the eyes of the Asura Vajra who had saved the mortals had irreversibly dimmed.

The soul and life force were severed together.

His soul was scattered and his spirit was destroyed.

At this moment, Xu Pingfeng reached out and made two feinting grabs, as if he had taken a handful of wool.

"Walk!"

Xu Pingfeng's voice was like a cold wind in December. He stepped forward, and the teleportation array spread out, covering the Wind-Riding Boat.

The Wind-Riding Boat disappeared.

By this time, Nalan Tianlu had already disappeared without a trace.

The old scoundrel's headless body stood up, bent down, picked up his own head, and pressed it against his neck.

As the flesh and blood writhed, the head was reattached. Apart from a slight weakening of his breath, he was otherwise unharmed.

With another gentle breath, his breath returned to its peak.

The old man looked up at the emperor's portrait, his gaze unfocused.

The box of memories was opened, and those long-forgotten years surged forth in an endless stream.

Kou Yangzhou first met that guy during a meeting of twenty-six rebel armies. At that time, he only had a small, weak, and disabled army with poor equipment.

The purpose of attending this gathering was to borrow money to recruit soldiers and horses.

He's shameless; he toasts everyone he meets and calls them "Big Brother."

Kou Yangzhou also lent him two hundred taels of silver. It was really because that guy was too shameless. He had just come from Jianzhou not long ago and claimed to be a righteous army who would not do anything like robbery.

So his purse was quite empty, and of course he wouldn't lend money. Therefore, Kou Yangzhou said:

"Get the hell out of here, you coward!"

As a result, that guy immediately shouted "Dad!"

That cry of "Father" cost Kou Yangzhou two hundred taels of silver. Later, he learned that the man had used the two hundred taels to buy eighteen beautiful young women, which he then presented to a lecherous rebel leader.

They borrowed more silver and two hundred elite infantrymen from that leader.

Kou Yangzhou heard this story from him himself, many years later, when Kou Yangzhou had risen from an insignificant minor leader to a powerful rebel with 200,000 troops under his command.

A handsome young man who was always by her side also appeared.

That young man later became the first Director of the Imperial Household Agency.

Six hundred years have passed in a flash. The old friends are now just a handful of dust, Primordial Spirit have transformed into a wisp of battle soul between heaven and earth.

It seemed that the spirit of Emperor Gaozu was still alive. Xu Qi'an had become a "blood man" with ruptured capillaries under his skin, making him look redder than a cooked shrimp.

He's like a machine running at full capacity, on the verge of breaking down, but the power button has been removed, so he can't stop.

How to send off Emperor Gaozu?!

He frowned; he had never encountered this situation before.

Just then, the emperor's image made a gesture of raising a cup, as if holding a wine goblet in his hand.

Xu Qi'an also made a gesture of raising a glass, and then drank the unseen wine in one gulp.

After drinking a cup of "wine," the emperor's image slowly dissipated.

It's over. Xu Qi'an let out a breath and calmly looked around.

Nalan Tianlu had long since disappeared, and Xu Qi'an didn't even know when he had left. He had been focused on fighting the Vajra Dharma Image and had no time to spare for anything else.

Perhaps he slipped away when he summoned the spirit of Emperor Gaozu.

Perhaps they withdrew immediately after Xu Pingfeng appeared to prevent being double-crossed.

What a pity.

He had also witnessed the disappearance of the Wind-Riding Boat. Xu Pingfeng had slipped away very quickly, and the spirit of the Emperor Gaozu had his own thoughts, which were beyond his control.

Therefore, they were unable to pursue and kill him.

Martial arts alliance members began to appear one after another on the cliff edge of South Peak. They were like frightened birds, observing the situation.

Xu Qi'an glanced around but couldn't find Li Lingsu and Miao Youfang.

He forced himself to endure his exhaustion and weakness, and rode the Floating Pagoda toward the corpse of the Asura Vajra.

He wanted to take this opportunity to elevate the Vajra Divine Skill to a higher level.