Chang Luo.
As the capital of the Second Empire, it was protected by eight cities and was bustling with activity.
Even though it was night time, there were still fireworks and silver flowers.
At the center of all this was the palace.
A simple and unadorned car was carrying an ordinary-looking middle-aged Daoist. It was driving openly in the Imperial City, attracting a lot of attention.
This was the forbidden area of the Emperor, where people rode horses and carriages were strictly forbidden.
The only ones who could do this were the Emperor and a handful of people who held supreme power in the Empire.
But when the middle-aged Daoist alighted from the carriage, everything seemed normal.
This was because he was the leader of the Dragon Tiger Sect, Lord Qingwei Dao!
With his status, it was only natural that he was given the right to ride horses and carriages in the palace.
Lord Qingwei Dao alighted from the carriage and entered the Sky Bearing Palace without anyone stopping him.
This palace was originally called the Dao Ji Palace, but it was renamed by the old Emperor in the first year of the Sky Bearing Palace.
A few officials who protested were beaten to death.
But the old Emperor continued to push on with his strong stance.
Lord Qingwei Dao waited for a while before a eunuch came out to announce the decree.
"Lord … Lord Qingwei Dao is here!"
The middle-aged Daoist nodded slightly and entered the palace.
The Sky Bearing Palace was dazzling with nine dragons supporting it.
Not only that, the nine golden dragons did not seem to be inanimate objects, but seemed to have materialized from the Dragon Qi. Their eighteen bright eyes stared at the outsiders.
As the core of the Yan Han Empire, the palace where the Emperor resided, it was the center of the world and the place where the Emperor resided.
Even ordinary Primal Core Perfected Masters would be greatly suppressed.
But Lord Qingwei Dao's expression did not change as he bowed. "Greetings, Your Majesty!"
Behind the imperial desk sat a white-haired old man.
He looked ordinary and only wore a bright yellow robe embroidered with dragons. His hair was tied up in a simple bun, and he did not have any cumbersome clothes or accessories.
That imperial robe with twelve chapters was only worn during sacrificial ceremonies. Normally, it was a burden.
And the Emperors of the Second Empire did not need to use etiquette to prove their status and nobility.
In this world where Daoist magic manifested, the protection of the Dragon Qi and the power flowing in the bloodline were the best proof!
Only the true mortal Son of Heaven would think of using all kinds of etiquette, regulations, and the enjoyment of life to artificially divide the classes.
But a true emperor did not need all of this!
"Thank you, Perfected Cultivator, for coming here in the night, I have something to discuss with you!"
The old emperor's voice was calm as he handed a booklet to Perfected Lord Qingwei Daomiao.
Although the outcome could be determined with just a thought of spiritual will or the [Connate Eight Trigrams], to show his respect, the middle-aged Daoist still took the booklet and scanned it. "Great Marsh City, the Fourth Prince was assassinated?"
The aged Emperor's face was flushed red and his eyes were filled with anger. He suddenly coughed a few times and said, "Cough cough … the affairs of the country are difficult … To think that they still have to fight amongst themselves and even collude with outsiders!"
How terrifying was the wrath of the Emperor?
The nine golden dragons seemed to have opened their bloody mouths and were about to devour someone.
As for the eunuchs and palace maids, they were so frightened that they knelt on the ground, wishing that they didn't have ears.
"There's no need to be angry, Your Majesty. Fortunately, the Fourth Prince is protected by the heavens and is safe."
Perfected Lord Qingwei Daomiao bowed again.
The old emperor was panting as he pushed away the eunuch who wanted to give him a massage. He looked at the middle-aged Daoist enviously.
The past emperors naturally wanted to cultivate, but it seemed that it was difficult to achieve success because of the interference of the Dragon Qi.
'If I'm still young, why would those unfilial sons have so many ideas and even put them into action?'
The old emperor's heart was burning, but he knew very well that his body was getting weaker and weaker.
'I'm afraid … I'm not far from death!'
However, he did not want to die!
He had power in his hands and the world was at his mercy. It was not enough to enjoy it for decades, he wanted to enjoy it for another 500 years!
Anyone who stood in his way was an enemy!
It was the same even for his sons, such as the unlucky First Prince who rebelled …
"It's all thanks to the protection of an itinerant cultivator's Essence Soul that my son is safe …"
The old emperor said, "It happened tonight … According to the information, the itinerant cultivator's Essence Soul had even killed the Faceless Buddha with a flying sword."
"The Faceless Buddha is a dual cultivator of Buddhism and Diabolism. It's pretty good even among the Essence Souls …"
As a Dharmakaya adept, Perfected Lord Qingwei Daomiao commented.
"This person's name is Chung Shen Soo, nicknamed Childe Shen Soo … Previously, he was active in the Fufeng Protectorate. At first, he only revealed his Divine Powers and cultivation. Three years ago, he suddenly became a Primordial Core adept, and now … he's a Primordial Soul adept."
The old emperor said slowly.
It had only been a few hours since the incident had happened, and the news had reached his hands.
To know all of this in such a short time was enough to prove how terrifying the royal family was.
"Not bad … but to become a Primordial Soul in three years?" The middle-aged Daoist laughed. "That's impossible!"
Not only did the new method require time to settle, but it also required time to deal with all kinds of pollution. Making rapid progress was not a good thing.
There was only one outcome, and that was to completely lose control and become a monster!
"I also think that he's just a playboy. His Divine Powers and Primordial Core were just a disguise … He also had some animosity with the Longhu Sect and killed a disciple."
The old emperor continued, his face expressionless. No one could tell if he was happy or angry.
"As you command, Your Majesty!" The middle-aged Daoist replied.
He did not care about a mere disciple. If the old emperor wanted to mediate, he had no objections.
"Now that the country is in troubled times, it's good to have another Primordial Soul for me to use … Moreover, this person has performed meritorious deeds.
I have two decrees here. One is to bestow him the title of Immortal, and you will personally issue it! The other … "
"If this person really has secrets or has ill intentions, the Daoist will kill him …" Perfected Lord Qingwei Daomiao continued without any change in expression.
If the other party was just an ordinary Primordial Soul with decent combat power, there was no harm in keeping him for his own use.
The title of Immortal had always been given to Dharmakayas, and there were very few Primordial Soul adepts. With this title, 99% of the adepts in the world would give their lives for it.
In reality, it was just a nice-sounding title, and there was no need to take it too seriously.
"I also have the intention of making a name for myself. If the results are normal, tell this new Immortal … I can fulfill one of his conditions. Whether it's a person, a fief, or a cultivation technique, I'll do it!"
The old emperor said calmly.
In reality, the truly powerful Primordial Soul adepts would not be fooled by a title.
If they wanted to rope him in, they would have to spend a lot of money.
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