Zhang Ruochen put away the Enlightened Deer Cauldron and the Golden Step Dragon Chariot, swallowed the next Fung Chun Pill, and while healing his wounds, he stepped into into the Shrine Hall of the Massive Emperors.
The further one travelled, the more solid the structure of space and time became.
There were more and more inscriptions carved by those Great Sage Ancestors from the history of the Zhang Clan, some carved into the ground, some carved into the air.
One wrong step could lead to ashes and destruction.
Zhang Ruochen had entered the Shrine of the Emperors to pay homage to his ancestors more than once and knew the path to enter.
Every time he stepped forward a distance of one mile and came to an unnamed stone monument, he would bow and respectfully say, “Zhang Ruochen, the seven hundred and seventy-fourth generation descendant of the Zhang Clan, has come to pay homage to the ancestors.”
Whenever Zhang Ruochen finished this sentence, he could feel an arcane power similar to spiritual power skimming over his body.
The first time today at the Shrine of the Emperors, Zhang Ruochen was still a bit scared, thinking that there were ghosts passing through his body.
Now, it was fearless.
Emperor Ming told Zhang Ruochen that those so-called spiritual forces were actually a wisp of indestructible holy thoughts from successive generations of ancestors.
When one’s cultivation reached the Great Sage realm, they could give birth to infinite mysteries, and even if they died, there would still be holy thoughts left behind, and if the holy thoughts were stored in some special places, they could survive for a long time and not be extinguished.
The Shrine of the Emperors, established, was used to store the holy thoughts of the generations of ancestors.
Gradually, a lofty holy mountain appeared ahead.
In the holy mountain, an emperor figure was carved using holy jade, each representing a great saint of the Zhang Clan’s ancestors, and at a glance, it was feared that there had to be dozens of them.
One must know that a family that was able to give birth to a Great Saint could also become a rank great family, or even establish an empire. The heritage, resources, and means left behind by a Great Saint would be enough to allow that family to flourish for tens of thousands of years without being extinguished.
A family like the Zhang Family, which was founded by a deity and had given birth to dozens of Great Saints since the beginning of time, had left behind a heritage that was simply not comparable to those medieval families and ancient clans.
The Dragon Protector Pavilion was one of the Zhang Family’s heritage.
It was impossible for those other medieval families and ancient clans to cultivate a vassal like the Dragon Protector Pavilion, or a mysterious organisation that guarded the family’s longevity.
Only ancestors who had reached the Great Sage realm were qualified to leave behind a Sacred Jade Stone Statue and Spirit Seat on the Sacred Mountain.
Zhang Ruochen walked underneath the silhouettes of the emperors and walked into the depths of the Sacred Mountain.
In front of his eyes was a dense holy mist, with a holy light travelling out that shot up into the clouds.
The spirit seats of the successive generations of ancestors were placed on top of an altar.
“According to Father, the Imperial Tomb Forest is the main yin, and the Shrines of the Emperors are the main yang. One is death and the other is life. The two are above the two singularities of Sacred Brightness City, complementing each other and jointly carrying the Zhang Family’s fortune. With the blessing of our ancestors, the Zhang Family can flourish. However, eight hundred years ago, the Zhang Family went into decline. Why on earth was that?”
Zhang Ruochen sighed softly, then, with his hands together, he bowed down and bowed to the spirit seat above him.
Just in the moment he bowed down, he saw that below the altar, in the area shrouded in holy light, there was actually a coffin suspended.
“How could this be? The coffins of the Zhang Clan’s descendants are all buried in the Imperial Tomb Forest, and how could there be a coffin in the Shrine of the Emperors. Whose coffin is it anyway?”
Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes and used his Heavenly Eye to look over again.
This time, he could see even more clearly that there was indeed a coffin hovering there, and on the head of the coffin, there was also the word “Dust” printed on it.
Seeing this character “Dust”, Zhang Ruochen’s mind resounded with a roar, giving birth to a speculation that made him feel uneasy.
Could it be that ……
Zhang Ruochen immediately discarded the distracting thoughts in his mind, not daring to continue thinking about it, nor did he immediately go to open the coffin, but, instead, prepared to invoke the Great Sage Inscription to resist the Palace Protector Formation in the Lingxiao Heavenly King’s Mansion first.
Ending this great battle was the big thing to do.
“Immovable Bright King Sacred Phase.”
Zhang Ruochen quickly operated his gong method and mobilised a Saint Phase from the Saint Source in his Qi Sea, which was a white Saint Shadow that looked exactly like Zhang Ruochen.
The white Saint Shadow rushed into into the altar, and in an instant, all the spirit seats radiated ten thousand feet of Saint Light.
Immediately after, with the altar as the centre, densely packed Great Saint Inscriptions emerged, as if they were blood vessels in the human body, spreading all over heaven and earth.
The Great Saint Inscriptions were completely activated, extending all the way to the entire Ling Xiao Heavenly King’s Mansion.
Whether it was the Sacred Ming army or the imperial army, all of them looked in the direction of the Shrine of the Emperors, where they could see the silhouette of the holy mountain, and could see a jade statue of a Great Saint towering above the holy mountain, radiating a sacred, lofty aura.
“With the awakening of the holy emperors, the empire will once again usher in glory, and the rule of the Chi family will be overthrown.”
“The Palace Protector Ancient Formation is suppressed by the Great Saint Inscription, everyone go all out to attack.”
“Destroy the Ling Xiao Heavenly King’s Mansion.”
“Long live the Crown Prince!”
……
Without the suppression of the Palace Protector Ancient Formation, the people on the Sacred Brightness side finally didn’t have to fend off the formation while fighting a strong enemy.
Ah Le appeared cold and ruthless, while the iron sword in his hand was plain and simple.
“Wow–”
The sword light flew out, piercing through the forty-sixth prince’s brow with an extreme degree, killing him.
This was Ah Le’s sword Dao, the Death Sword Dao.
Death Sword Dao, was not orthodox amongst the sword arts, it did not require a solid foundation, nor did it require all sorts of Sword Dao arcana, it was a kind of sword Dao where the sword went off the beaten track.
It can strike the strong with the weak and win by surprise.
Death Sword Dao, only one sword, either the enemy dies, or I die.
Even Zhang Ruochen, who was on the right path of swordsmanship, did not dare to guarantee that he would be able to catch Ah Le’s sword.
Once he couldn’t catch it, he would die.
It was a matter of life and death, so naturally, Zhang Ruochen would not try.
On the other end, losing the suppression of the Palace Protector Ancient Formation, that Saint King of Confucianism’s Vast and Righteous Qi became even more majestic, and a round of sun and moon seals flew out, actually causing even the Heavenly King of Huben to spit out holy blood from his mouth.
Tiger Ben Heavenly King’s chest was a bloody mess, and a fiery power that flowed through the wound caused his Saint King’s body to burn.
Huben Heavenly King covered his chest and used his Saint Force to suppress the wound as he angrily said, “Who the hell are you? There are never more than five characters with your strength in the Confucian Way.”
“I can only say that your insight is too shallow. The Confucian Way is one of the three paths, and its depth is not something you can imagine.”
That Saint King of the Confucian Dao, once again recited the second half of the Song of Righteousness in the Clouds, having a holy text that manifested in the sky and fell downwards.
The Huben Heavenly King, on the other hand, let out a tiger roar, and from within his body, a white tiger Saint Soul rushed out, stretching out its tiger claws and smashing one of the Saint Texts to burst into pieces.
That was the beast soul of a Great Saint Barbarian Emperor in the Barbarian Secret Realm, which was rewarded to him by the Empress, and he, in turn, refined the beast soul into his body, turning it into a battle soul.
After stirring up the White Tiger Sacred Soul, the Huben Heavenly King actually fought that Confucian Sacred King.
However, the Green Moon Branding Ancestor did not have as powerful a cultivation level, and exuberant blood qi as the Tiger Ben Heavenly King.
She was already quite old and close to death, and was already on a downward spiral, unable to sustain a battle, and she was already struggling quite a bit against the Cai Clan Ancestor, but now that the Ming Jiang King had joined the fray, she was suddenly put in a perilous situation.
“Qing Yue Branded Ancestor even if you absorbed the holy power of my Zhang Family’s ancestors underground, you are still not just this little bit strong, today, this king sends you on your way.”
King Ming Jiang waved his Ten Dragon Blade and chopped down.
“Boom.”
Half of the Green Moon Branding Ancestor’s holy body was shattered by the blade energy, leaving only the upper half of her body still flying in midair. One of her old faces was incomparably hideous as she roared harshly, “Even if I die, I’ll drag you two along with me.”
The Holy Body of the Green Moon Branded Ancestor burned up and burst open with a loud bang.
A terrifying destructive force surged towards King Ming Jiang and the Cai Clan Ancestor.
Right at this moment, in the direction of the holy mountain, a Great Saint inscription surged out, dispersing the destructive force generated after the Green Moon Branded Ancestor’s self-destruction.
Even so, King Ming Jiang and the Cai Clan’s old ancestor still suffered heavy injuries, and both of them were coughing up blood.
It was already a miracle that they could still survive when a Saint King blew himself up.
“The Branded Ancestor …… died in battle ……”
“Heavens! Even the Green Moon Branding Ancestor was killed, the Imperial Clan is about to have a huge earthquake, the Empress will definitely kill the Saint Ming rebels cleanly when she returns.”
……
The fall of a Saint King Ancestor caused a huge sensation, and all of the Imperial Clan’s children in the Lingxiao Heavenly King’s Mansion were howling, finally feeling the crisis and the disaster that had befallen them.
Had they known that Zhang Ruochen was so terrifying, a few days ago, they shouldn’t have gone to provoke him, and even more so, they shouldn’t have mocked Zhang Ruochen for being a shrunken head turtle.
Now, it was too late to regret, and all of them were tearless.
They were so frightened that they rushed towards that holy hall where the Heavenly King of Ling Xiao was in seclusion, hoping that they would be able to obtain the shelter of the Heavenly King of Ling Xiao.
By the time they arrived at that holy hall, they realised that the holy hall had already turned into ruins, turning into wood chips and rubble. In mid-air, a suspended island had unexpectedly appeared, and at this moment, the Ling Xiao Heavenly King was standing on top of the suspended island.
“How could a suspended island appear out of nowhere?”
“That kind of hovering island should be the hub of the Palace Protector Ancient Formation, hidden within the interior of the formation. I’m afraid that it will only reveal itself when the Palace Protector Ancient Formation is fully operational.”
……
The Dragon Protector Pavilion’s Deputy Pavilion Master stood at the same height as the hovering island, with a holy cloud under his feet, and his voice was vast as he said, “With the Palace Protector Ancient Formation, you were only able to fight me to a draw. Now that His Highness the Crown Prince has activated the Great Saint Inscription and suppressed the Palace Protector Ancient Formation, your advantage, is gone.”
The Heavenly King of the Sky was a middle-aged man in his fifties, with white already growing at his temples, his aura was full, and his entire person was incomparably majestic as he said, “This king has already roughly guessed who you are.”
“After fighting for so long, if you still can’t guess who I am, it would be a strange thing.”The Vice Lord of the Dragon Protector Pavilion said.
The Heavenly King of the Sky coldly snorted, “It’s true that this king is not your opponent, but there are still so many people in the court who are stronger than you. If you dare to rebel, aren’t you afraid of exterminating your clan or tribe?”
The Deputy Pavilion Master said indifferently, “You and I both know that the truly terrifying existences are not above the imperial court and have long since retired to the background. Of course, Saint Ming isn’t as weak as you think, the Dragon Protector Pavilion you see is just the tip of the iceberg.”
