At this mont, Changle, holding Prince Yu Jianji as a hostage, stood before the tomb door made entirely of ’Xuanqing Stone’.
With a touch of her hand, she cut open Yu Jianji’s wrist vein and sared his blood on the tomb door.
"What are you doing?" Yu Jianji frowned, suspicion flickering in his eyes, "Is this your true purpose?"
"To open the tomb door with your blood to take sothing from inside."
Changle stated coldly, "Our Great Ancestor, in order to secure our Jin empire for the eternity, left a backhand in his tomb, an imnsely powerful Immortal Artifact in its developntal stage, kept inside for cultivation. This matter was only passed down to the direct lineage of my Jianling Clan. Your Yan Clan descendants would have never known. Had this treasure not been in the process of cultivation back then, Yan Clan would have never reached Nanjing."
"What a joke, Emperor Taizong was unparalleled in military tactics, and he even had the support of Master Yao, the world’s best at that ti, how can one Immortal Artifact possibly turn the tide of a war?"
Yu Jianji scoffed, then with a solemn face spoke, "I advise you not to bother. Though I am a direct son of the emperor, I carry no title. I’m not even a County Prince. How could my blood possibly open this tomb door?"
"Although you don’t have a title now, you’re more noble than any prince."
The one who said this was Zhenru, standing next to them, smiling coldly, "To prevent any accidents, the Jingtai Emperor had already prepared your decree half a year ago to make you the Crown Prince. That decree is now in the hands of your mother. The Emperor’s word carries the mandate of heaven, and now, aside from the Emperor and the Crown Prince, you are the most noble person in the world."
Just then, a powerful purple glow surged from the side. Zhenru chanted a Buddhist mantra, forming a ’swastika’ seal in front of him, blocking the purple light three yards away. anwhile, in the sky, the ’Drought Demon’ swung its sleeve and a mighty Yuanyang power surged down, repelling the purple light even farther.
The figure that revealed itself next to the wall was none other than Quan Dingtian, the Jijiu of Guozi Bureau. Blood sared the corner of his mouth as he glared ominously at the two in front of the tomb.
With the blood of the second Prince sared on the door, the Xuanqing Stone tomb door changed, and a square hole retracted in the center.
Zhenru pulled out a blood-colored square seal from his sleeve, carefully fitting it into the hole. And then the entire tomb door emitted a ’crack’ sound.
Yu Jianji watched intently, noticing the resonance of the blood-colored square seal with his own blood.
He was instantly reminded of the blood Zhenru had drawn from him.
"I have always admired Jijiu Quan’s learning. If possible, I hope to appoint him as my Imperial Tutor once I ascend the throne."
Zhenru sighed, turned his back to Quan Dingtian and said, "This is what makes you Confucianists so stubborn. Knowing that you’re on the losing end, you still struggle. Looking at the current situation, do you believe you can still turn the tide? Jijiu Quan, for the sake of Jiangnan..."
Zhenru’s sentence was cut off when he glanced to his right with a furrowed brow, followed by a surprised expression.
The secret door through which he had entered was slowly opening.
"Sohow they managed to follow us!" Zhenru murmured in surprise, followed by a cold snort: "Incompetent!"
Quan Dingtian and Prince Yu Jianji turned in the sa direction. There was a strong hint of anticipation in both their eyes.
Indeed, the situation within the Under Palace had reached a critical point. Their only hope now was external assistance.
But when the secret door opened, and Li Xuan was the first to step in, both Quan Dingtian and Yu Jianji’s eyes dimd.
They were surprised at Li Xuan’s sudden appearance, but they didn’t believe that Li Xuan could change the situation here.
However, in the next instant, a figure exuding an endless cold breath entered. He moved like lightning, and with one glance into the tomb chamber, he struck the colossal Tengshe’s body with a halberd.
Ice and thunder blended, the vast Cold Power froze the colossal Tengshe instantly, then the imnse thunderbolt blew it into icy dust.
But right after, Dicheng Xie Kun turned himself into a human form, a body of burning flas appearing under the hovering ’Drought Demon’. While he was trying to recover his body, there was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth as he eyed the towering figure holding the Fangtian Huaji.
"Ice-Thunder Halberd, Jiang Yunqi?"
"Hanyun, how are you now?"
Jiang Yunqi looked at Jiang Hanyun first, and after finding her mostly unhard except for her clothes, he turned his gaze to Helian Fulong. He frowned as Helian Fulong was left with only remnants of his body and seed to struggle with even physical recovery, evidently completely drained.
He frowned, raising his hand and sprinkling a pot of fragrant liquid at Helian Fulong, then turned his head to look at Dicheng Xie Kun and the Drought Demon in the sky with a serious expression.
The ghost woman clad in red, by then, had extended countless blood-red threads, but her Yinsha was no match for the power of Yuanyang. At a distance of seven yards from the Drought Demon, she was continuously burnt and lted.
"It’s over! It’s over!" Tingtian Ao looked at the ’Drought Demon’ in the sky, his face filled with disappointnt, "Although it is not yet fully turned into Yang, it has already crossed the threshold of the heavenly level. We are dood—"
"Shut up!"
Li Xuan’s eyes were icy as he slapped Tingtian Ao’s head. He stared at the Drought Demon in the sky that resembled the sun, as well as Zhenru siblings and Yu Jianji at the tomb’s entrance. At the sa ti, the silver threads in the disc behind him were dispersed in all directions, trying to cover every corner of the Under Palace.
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