According to ancient texts, whenever a cultivator is about to ascend, the Heavenly Gate will appear.
At that ti, a prohibition will manifest between heaven and earth, forbidding any cultivator or demon from flying. Only the person ascending will be permitted to step onto the Ascension Bridge and enter the Heavenly Gate.
This is what is ant by: The Heavenly Gate shall open, the sky bound and locked.
Jiang Shouzhong’s heart trembled as he looked at Dugu Luoxue’s graceful face in shock and asked, "Does this an soone is going to ascend?"
Dugu Luoxue gently nodded.
The three of them looked at each other.
They had not expected to witness this ascension event, which had not occurred for six hundred years.
"Who could it be?"
Jiang Shouzhong was very curious.
Dugu Luoxue’s beautiful eyes looked toward the direction of the Capital, her expression complex.
The three of them imdiately had their answer.
If soone were to ascend, it could only be Zhao Wuxiu, the foremost under the heavens.
Yelü Miaomiao, puzzled, said, "Wasn’t it said that the Ascension Bridge was broken? How would Zhao Wuxiu enter the Heavenly Gate?"
Dugu Luoxue shook her head and said, "I’m not sure either, perhaps he has found another way. What is certain is that during this period before the Heavenly Gate truly opens, no one can ascend to the sky."
"How long will this prohibition last?"
Qu Hongling asked.
After a mont of thought, Dugu Luoxue said, "Based on past situations, probably around two or three months. Zhao Wuxiu will need to make a lot of preparations."
Two or three months?
A layer of worry surfaced in Jiang Shouzhong’s heart.
However, this ant that Ran Qingchen also could not fly with Sword Control. If he was quick enough, he should be able to catch up.
Yelü Miaomiao pursed her lips, clearly dissatisfied, and said,
"Zhao Wuxiu could have ascended earlier or later, but he chose exactly this ti, isn’t this just delaying things? But then again, Zhao Wuxiu ascending is a good thing, at least Emperor Zhou Chang will lose one of his watchdogs."
As the Princess of Yanrong, Yelü Miaomiao thought more deeply.
Once Zhao Wuxiu ascended and left, there would no longer be a supre master in the Dazhou Imperial Palace. This would allow Yanrong to send top-tier assassins to probe.
Considering this, the young girl suddenly felt sowhat regretful.
If only Mr. Shenye had not died, then after Zhao Wuxiu left, Mr. Shenye would have been the foremost under the heavens.
Qu Hongling muttered, "That dog Emperor is probably not sleeping peacefully now."
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The Imperial Palace.
The Astromancy Platform.
Emperor Zhou Chang hastily climbed the steps in his court robes, slightly panting as he reached the platform.
Above the platform, the Bloodlock Array, originally intended to counter the Asura Queen, now dimd in radiance, and the blood-red runes around it had lost their vigor.
Seeing this, Zhou Chang said helplessly, "Zhao Wuxiu really knows how to pick his ti."
The old astrology master slowly put down the ancient turtle shell used for divinations and calculations, looked up at the sowhat grey sky, his brow tightly furrowed, the wrinkles on his aged face almost piling up together.
The old astrology master said, "Currently, the Bloodlock Array is only around seventy percent complete, barely enough to control the Asura Queen. But if we delay longer, we might encounter problems. Your Majesty, it seems we’ll have to move our plans forward."
"Is there no other way?" Zhou Chang slightly frowned.
The old astrology master shook his head and sighed, "Mr. Zhao is a bit too anxious, but he picked the perfect ti for a flawless ascension, you can’t really bla him, after all, everyone has their selfish interests.
But Your Majesty wanting to control the Asura Queen and command the Asura Undead Army can only be completed before Mr. Zhao’s ascension. Once Mr. Zhao leaves, Your Majesty will face even greater resistance."
Zhou Chang stood with his hands behind his back, silently standing in front of the jade railing, staring blankly into the distant sky.
The old astrology master respectfully stood to the side, quietly waiting for the other’s decision.
After a long while, Zhou Chang asked a strange question, "Do you think Zhao Wuxiu will succeed?"
The old astrology master remained silent.
Success or failure was not sothing he was qualified to judge.
Zhou Chang didn’t make it difficult for him, lightly laughing as he said, "In that case, let’s move forward."
At those words, the old astrology master breathed a sigh of relief, then said,
"We must now send soone to bring Ran Qingchen back imdiately, we can’t delay any longer. If she is unwilling to co, Your Majesty can impose a cri on the Ran Family, forcing them to return to the Capital."
Impose a cri?
Zhou Chang’s eyes flickered.
He gently caressed the exquisitely carved patterns on the stone pillar and said softly,
"I heard that Old Madam Ran is seriously ill. At this ti, there’s no need to condemn the Ran Family any further. She will return on her own."
The elderly jailer was taken aback and nodded, "Understood."
"Additionally..."
Zhou Chang spoke indifferently, "If Old Madam Ran does not wish to tell that girl the truth, we will tell her for her."
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Empress’s sleeping palace.
Luo Wanqing stood upright on top of the Liuli Palace, hands behind her back, her large golden dress dazzlingly beautiful, fluttering in the wind like a precious tulip swaying elegantly.
On the empty ground below, Jiang Erliang was earnestly practicing his swordsmanship.
The girl, nourished by splendid garnts and rare materials of the world, beca increasingly captivating, her incomparable charm quietly blooming amidst her greenness.
Given ti, she would surely display her most beautiful grace.
"To think of ascending to heaven without even an Ascension Bridge, one must really have water in their brain," Luo Wanqing said with a full face of mockery.
Behind her, Li Guanshi concealed his complex emotions and spoke softly, "Given Zhao Wuxiu’s character, he wouldn’t take such a risk without a foolproof plan."
"Hmph, anyway, I don’t think his ascension will succeed," Luo Wanqing scoffed as she casually flicked her black hair behind her.
At that mont, the sunlight fell just right on her, the golden rays reflecting off her dress, outlining her figure even more attractively.
Seeing Li Guanshi gazing absent-mindedly at two practicing swordsmanship, Luo Wanqing smiled and said, "Feeling disappointed? You thought the gap between you and Zhao Wuxiu wasn’t large, but now he can summon the Heavenly Gate, and you?"
Li Guanshi remained silent.
The woman’s unparalleled beauty seed enveloped in a lantern halo, ethereal like smoke, her facial expression indiscernible.
"Walking in the formless, wandering in the boundless," Luo Wanqing sighed, mocking herself, "Those who seek Dao in this world are but dreaming and waking, but who really is awake and who remains in a dream, who can clearly discern?"
Li Guanshi murmured, "Perhaps we are all in a dream."
As they spoke, she casually flicked her sleeve.
The practicing Jiang Erliang stumbled and nearly fell, his previously skillful swordplay suddenly thrown into disarray, unable to continue.
The young girl puffed up her cheeks, tilting her head back, glaring at Li Guanshi in frustration.
"What are you glaring at? You practiced wrongly, start over," Luo Wanqing said coolly.
"Oh."
Jiang Erliang stuck out her little tongue, quickly gripped the sword handle, and began practicing again.
Very earnestly, step by step.
"Her talent is imasurable. No wonder Yan Changqing likes this little girl so much," Li Guanshi couldn’t help but exclaim.
Luo Wanqing did not respond but continued the earlier topic:
"The female master from Confucianism once said similarly. She said as long as people in this world have obsessions, they cannot be clear-headed, living in their dreams, seeking endlessly," Luo Wanqing said.
"Seeking endlessly..."
Li Guanshi savored the words, a slight smile appearing at the corners of his mouth, "She is very insightful. Perhaps the next one to ascend will be her."
Hearing this, Luo Wanqing’s thick, curved eyelashes fluttered lightly, a trace of overt sarcasm flickering in her eyes, "The more abstinent a woman is, the more she can shock people with her madness when she goes crazy. I don’t believe that she, Dugu Luoxue, can remain calm for a lifeti."
Li Guanshi pondered, tilting his head and then smiling, "You have a point."
Suddenly, Li Guanshi asked, "Do you think, Jiang Mo can last forty-nine days?"
Luo Wanqing’s expression turned strange.
Forty-nine days?
This woman really intends to pursue Dual Cultivation with Jiang Mo.
Could it be, seeing Zhao Wuxiu about to ascend, she refuses to lose and is now all in?
Sohow, the Empress felt a slight discomfort in her heart.
She coldly said, "Forget forty-nine days, he can hardly last half an incense stick’s ti. He looks strong, but he’s just a wax-headed silver spear. You’re looking for him? You might as well just pick any random radish."
Li Guanshi burst out laughing at this remark.
Her gaze swept over the other’s abdon, recalling their previous eting when the other had been several months pregnant, she mused to herself, "In that case, I really am interested now."
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