Chapter 182: What Do You Seek?
rworld, "passed" this small cauldron over.>And Wang Changji completed the handover.He flung the tripod upwards into the sky!The little white bone cauldron spun round and round, swelling as it caught t...The East Sea Dragon Palace is the palace of the Dragon King, which isn't really surprising.
Could Heaven Pure Country be Emperor Li Shan's ideal nation
What kind of place could be called the Emperor's "ideal"
Jiang Wang only knew that the Heavenly Purity Nation was vast and densely populated, and its current guardian powerhouse, Xu Wuming, was a contemporary true person from the Three Punishments Palace. Earlier, Zhuo Qingru had specially gone to the Heavenly Purity Nation to request help in order to capture Qiao Hongyi from the Hao Ran Academy.
Besides, his understanding of the other side was very weak. He always thought it was similar to the Floating Picture Pure Land until now, when he suddenly felt a great deal of curiosity.
"It should be similar to a heavenly artifact, like the Ji Xia Academy," Jiang Wang speculated.
Yu Liyang smiled, as if praising Jiang Wang's insight: "It's not entirely wrong to understand it that way. But to be more precise, the East Sea Dragon Palace is a manifestation of the dragon clan's authority, while Tianjing Country is a nation built on law and an ideal world of absolute rule of law."
Rule of law!
Ginger naturally thought of Lin Youxie, then the list, thinking of Lin Qing. He thought of that pitch-black long night, that insurmountable wall... and also thought of the lord of Mutian Palace, Wu Bingyi, the former master Wu Zongshi.
For many Legalist monks, a world where the ideal of "absolute rule of law" is truly realized would indeed be a utopia.
Freeing his thoughts from the past, he turned his attention to history. According to certain classics, such as "Quietly Contemplating Your Mind," Dharma Master was a figure who, together with the second generation emperor Yu the Great, ended the ancient era.
And the Shan of Lieh was the third emperor, a leader of mankind in ancient times. Could his ideal state be such a world full of Legalist ideals
He pondered and said, "The Human Emperor and the Legalists..."
Yu Liyang glanced at Zhu Qingru nonchalantly: "Emperor Lie Shan of the Human Emperor once studied under Master Fa Zu. Of course, someone as great as the Human Emperor is a scholar of all schools, not just a disciple of the Legalists. But nowadays... the Legalists often claim to be direct descendants of Lie Shan."
Zhuo Qingru's face was calm as she nodded to Jiang Wang, acknowledging that Yu Zhenjun's words were true. However, the nameless scroll of rapidly changing text in the void had quietly closed.
Jiang Wang had once heard a saying that the Netherworld was a product of powerful beings' battles. The chaotic state of the Netherworld was precisely because the original rules existing there were forcibly shattered.
Looking back, it wasn't some irresponsible fantastical tale.
It's just a factual description of the fact that the combatants' identities have been obscured.
Today's realm of mystery is a direct result of the great war between the Emperor and the Dragon Emperor during the ancient times!
And the barrier between worlds, the dimensional rift, stretched out before them. The ensuing war, spanning hundreds of thousands of years, was also a testament to the delicate balance and compromises forged in that moment.
At this very moment, the Saha world of dragons has been shattered. Rebuilding is unknown when it will begin, and the resources already wasted and those yet to be poured in are beyond reckoning.
But compared to the loss of Tianfo and Potala Daozhu's chess match, it is almost insignificant.
The Human army, led by Cao Jie, arrayed themselves in the Jiyou Realm, facing across the river from the four Imperial Lords including Ruichong.
The surging boundary river, or perhaps the most perilous in this realm. Yet, even the Milky Way cannot impede the murderous intent at its peak.
In a brief clash of power, both sides deployed nearly equal amounts of peak combat strength within a short period. Even the strongest armies were evenly matched against each other. Ultimately, who triumphed over whom could only be determined by the reality of the situation.
If we continue fighting, the Human Race will still have True Lords, and the Sea Race will still have Emperors. They will keep killing each other, making it impossible to end this conflict, and it will be unbearable.
Now is not yet the time when the Zhaocang Wugu sword and the Suopola Dragon Staff truly clash.
Then perhaps this war, instigated by Qi Xiao and spreading throughout the Illusory World, would end here, with a decisive victory for the human race
Perhaps the human race would consent, but the sea race is clearly unwilling!
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The moment the Sāpō Dragon Staff returned to its original form, the Sāpō Dragon Domain, Xuan Shen Emperor Ruichong, who had been bisected by the Azure Wushen Sword, still strode forward!
She approached the vast boundary river she had personally drawn, and also the several human True Lords on this side of the river. From beginning to end, she didn't even glance at the shattered mountains and rivers beneath her feet.
The crown is solemn and sacred, the ceremonial robe flutters like dancing.
Behind her surged the vast power of divinity, like the surging river she was approaching.
The divine mist drifts, like the decaying clouds of the Sasāra Dragon Realm.
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Among the clouds, divine beings appear!
There are gods with eight arms, gods who carry mountains, and gods who control tigers.
The mountain god of Long Zen Ridge, the tree god of Xiangtan Sea... Mountains and rivers all have deities. Even though mountains and rivers are broken, their divine nature still remains.
At this moment, Ruichong's thoughts converged, his divine position was naturally attained, and he fully exerted himself!
And among the myriad deities, the figures of several other Heavenly Emperors flickered in and out of existence, as if guarding her as well.
She lost her right arm and set down the staff of the Saha Dragon, though the staff had always been in her hand.
Walking before the gods, Rui stands tall and noble.
Her features were divine, but her eyes held no emotion, only a pure, supreme indifference.
She is the divine master, the highest yang god of this place! When she reached the broken torrent.
In the divine mist, bridges of rainbow soared across the long river. And countless celestial beings suddenly quickened their pace, striding across the rainbow bridges and swarming to cross the boundary river!
...it's not just the laments of millions of hairs.
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This is the power of shattered mountains and rivers, of vanished spirits. It is also a domain cultivated over a long period. Looking back on the past, the years that must be repaid are required.
Rui Chong briefly held the Saha Dragon Staff, briefly grasped the Saha Dragon Realm, and at this moment when mountains and rivers were broken, with the highest Yang Shen power, he triggered the destructive power of this world! On this bank of the vast river of worlds.
On the eve of the Yue Festival, old swords are replaced with iron spears. The candles flicker, casting shadows on withered bodies. Peng Chongjian leans on his crooked staff, and Cao Jie wears a tattered coat upon his frail frame. Yet their expressions remain serene.
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"What is she trying to do" Peng Chong asked, with a hint of curiosity.
The candlelight flickered as she smiled softly.
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While Cao Jie merely raised his single arm and gestured backward. This was the order to retreat.
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The human army marched as ordered, the rear ranks becoming the front and the front ranks becoming the rear.
The army that departed like a surging tide, by its actions declared that this war had come to an end, with no further need to continue.
The Xuan Shen Emperor's imposing counter-attack was merely seen as the wailing of a loser.
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The single-handed iron spear, it moved in tandem with his steps.
He wasn't impressive in appearance. Armed with a single spear and wearing old armor, he seemed out of place in this world, appearing jarringly distinct from everything else.
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But as he took this step, his spear thrust forward, causing massive waves to surge across the great river. All the Rainbow Bridges shattered instantly. The surging gods, like a swarm of bees hitting an iron wall, fell like rain before the sharpness of the spear, none managing to cross! If one were to say that the Saha Realm had never witnessed an apocalypse, today marks the twilight of the gods.
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Tossed about by the currents, it also became part of them.
Consistent rules are usually plain and simple, while broken rules are often colorful and diverse.
The river boundary between the Hēnggé Jǐyǒu Realm and the Sāo Pō Lóng Realm might become an unforgettable scenic spot in many people's hearts.
But at the same time, new changes were occurring. Several imperial lords, concealed by the myriad gods of Samsara and lurking in the mists of divinity, were secretly making their moves. Or perhaps Xuan Shen Imperial Lord's instigation of Samsara Dragon Realm's final offensive was meant to cover up these developments.
Several emperors either performed spells or set up platforms to demonstrate their divine powers.
Especially the Emperor, who was unharmed and lived a long life.
He walked out of the mist, his ever-changing eyes shimmering with a kaleidoscope of colors, before finally settling on purple in an instant.
When Zhàn Shù's eyes turn blue, it's called Wēi Xún Chén Hǎi. What does he seek now that they are turning purple
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Peng Chongjian's expression instantly became serious. Terror was happening!
Terror isn't right in front of you! ......Roar roar roar!
A horde of monstrous sea creatures, enraged and unrestrained, suddenly unleashed their fury with a cacophony of spells, painting the scene with terrifying vividness. The magnificent, frost-white warship was forced back dozens of leagues by this onslaught.
On this war ship, swaying precariously under the onslaught of numerous spells, stood a tall, armored figure. Like an ice sculpture goddess, she remained motionless on the deck, steadying not only the ship but also the hearts of her crew.
"Lord of the Isle, something is amiss." The house steward standing behind her was around forty years old, with the build of a seasoned warrior. He stood firm but his eyes held worry: "These sea beasts seem to have become much stronger all of a sudden!" The rampage of sea beasts off the coast near the islands hadn't subsided even after the Dragon Clan's emperor, Ruichong, had stepped down.
While Yanggu and Jueming Island's roles were more akin to military strongholds, they traditionally only focused on confronting the sea tribes. They did not share governance with the Fishing Harbor Tower nor were they permitted to do so by the tower. Especially now that most of their elite forces are in the Misty Realm, they can at most provide immediate aid to nearby areas and find it difficult to exert any significant influence over the surrounding islands.
In this case, Ice Phoenix Island, which remains unruffled and can even send troops to quell numerous maritime disturbances, stands out as particularly dazzling.
"It's not like that." Li Fengyao's beautiful eyes, like ice crystals, were devoid of emotion yet reflected everything. She gazed at the turbulent sea: "They are indeed growing stronger."
Following her family's generations of loyalty to the Stone Gate Li clan, she herself was a seasoned warrior. Hearing this, she was deeply alarmed: "Are all sea beasts like this, those we've slain, or are *all* sea beasts...like this"
"Those who stand in the river of time, playing their game, couldn't possibly be simply targeting us," Li Fengyao calmly drew his bow and ordered, "Turn the helm."
The warship, bearing the Ice Phoenix banner, turned around on the spot. A horde of monstrous beasts conjuring spells with reckless abandon chased after it frantically.
While Li Fenghuo's longbow was fully drawn, the string quivered like a plucked lyre.
She didn't even glance, with a flick of her jade hand, the ice bow had vanished.
Taking long strides, he went into the hold: "The situation has changed. We'll head to Winter Island first, I need the support of the Four Great Lords of Heavy Xuan... then to Razor Island. In times of great upheaval, there must be an authoritative force. The people of Qi must unite in all things."
Her bow was called "Frostkill".
This bow was forged from the ancient ice marrow of the Westernmost Lands, obtained by the first Duke of Destroying Cities during his youth when he traveled to the snowy country. After experiencing countless battles and achieving numerous victories, it has become a renowned weapon throughout the world.
Lee Fengyao has been a master of his own destiny since he was young, and these years, his finger has never left the bowstring.
Unlike those noblewomen who played the zither and accompanied moonlit gatherings, she was also a talented lady from a wealthy family, but her instrument of choice was not an ordinary one.
She did not turn back, but her arrow flew from the bow, transforming into a lively ice crystal phoenix. In the sound of its clear cries, it swooped low over this sea.
Clank! Clank! Clank!
Sea beasts, roaring and leaping, formed ice sculptures, bristling with menace.
Under the dark rain clouds, it solidified into a different kind of beauty. The sea was tranquil.
Because glaciers have no waves.
Without the echoing roars of beasts to accompany it, the rolling thunder seemed a little lonely.
Flashing away for about one thousand three hundred nautical miles, it illuminated a sea beast transformed into a kingly form in the depths below.
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This beast is as large as a whale, but its spine is like mountains, with ghostly patterns on its back and bony spines on its belly like large cleavers.
He was the one who destroyed Star Pearl Island, he was the first to smash that dilapidated tower on Star Pearl Island.
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Although he is called the "King of Eaters" in name, he is not far from the true king.
He wasn't a prodigy like Yu Guangyuan or Ao Huangzhong, who soared to great heights effortlessly. His cultivation was the result of years of painstaking effort, accumulated over time. Having lived for a long while,
He is struggling to survive. He is fighting tooth and nail, just barely scraping by on every bit of resources he can get his hands on.
Having been captured and taken to the island of Fuzhou against his will, he wasn't the first rebel on the island. After a powerful cultivator from Tai Xu Pai was driven out, that's when he started wreaking havoc.
Under the circumstances where the arrival of Emperor Taiyong was already clear, he finally began to fight bravely and led his team to sink Xingzhu.
Great changes are about to happen. No, they're happening now.
He is crossing the seemingly short yet insurmountable gap between himself and the true king!
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He didn't even need to do much. He just had to wait, wait for the surging tide of the great Sea Clan civilization to naturally propel him there.
What a wonderful time, what a marvelous experience. The feeling of power surging is an ultimate bliss. Even if you count all the wonderful things that have happened in this life, none can compare to it.
But at this moment, he could not taste that kind of pleasure.
Although he was certainly ascending, growing stronger. He only felt terror!
Pervasive terror that penetrates to the depths of the soul!
Though the man before him was so tiny, before the imposing form of his manifested sea lord aspect, he wouldn't even be big enough to fill a tooth gap.
Right in front of him, this person hadn't done anything. They just looked at him, silently and with a hint of curiosity.
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He was already enveloped in immense pain, unable to extricate himself!
The man before me wore only a single garment, and his trousers were thin as well, like those humans would wear to sleep in bed. His long hair fell naturally without being messy, but it also lacked any sense of order.
Barefoot, they walked on the sea surface, with shackles on their hands and feet.
Her eyes were vacant and curious, gazing up at him like she was looking up at a mountain.
The Evil King forcefully gathered the scattered wills, struggling to speak: "You... what do you want"
"Yeah, what do you want to do" the man asked back, looking a little lost.
"I don't want to do anything, really nothing at all. I just want to go home..." The food demon king, relentlessly nearing the level of a true ruler, trembled in fear and pain, almost weeping: "Take me home..."
The man with iron chains dragging him to the sea suddenly clenched his palms and, through the air, crushed the eyes of the Evil King!
In the midst of this Sea Clan prince's pained howls, a hint of discontent laced his voice: "Did I ask you"
Thunder roared, and the wind howled wildly.
The man's single garment vibrated on the sea.
His voice was mostly calm, the kind of stillness that comes from tectonic plates shifting, undercurrents swirling, all turbulence buried deep below. "Gaojie, would you like to talk with me"
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