The pressure was so dense that even the air seemed to have turned into mud.
The further he went, the greater the pressure. In just a short period of time, Wang Chong felt the pressure increase exponentially.
"Young Master Wang, please! We've arrived at the Taiji Palace! "
At the same time, the voice of the head eunuch came from the front. It was calm and emotionless. Dong! A finger lightly knocked on the wall of the carriage, and the door opened by itself.
A ray of light shone through the door, but it was silent outside. An invisible tension filled the air.
Wang Chong held onto the sides of the door and climbed out of the carriage. Luolulu, the carriage rumbled. Almost at the same moment that Wang Chong walked out, the palace eunuch drove the carriage away.
After the carriage left, Wang Chong's eyes lit up. A majestic, majestic, and majestic golden palace stood tall in front of him, as though it was in the clouds.
At the four corners of the huge palace, there were four golden-armored generals with disdain in their eyes. They were like gods guarding the four corners, guarding the huge palace in the center.
The four golden-armored generals exuded a storm-like pressure. Huge, brilliant, and resplendent halos shot out from beneath their feet, making the hall look like a "kingdom of gods".
"The Emperor's Dragon Guards!"
A thought flashed across Wang Chong's mind. Dragons had their guards, and so did the Emperor. The four golden-armored generals were the most mysterious of the Emperor's Dragon Guards.
Legend had it that each of the Emperor's Dragon Guards was a Saint Martial realm expert, and each of them possessed a secret technique of the royal family.
They were the Emperor's most loyal servants and subordinates!
The immense pressure that Wang Chong felt before came from these Saint Martial realm 'Emperor's Dragon Guards'.
Taking in a deep breath, Wang Chong calmed his mind and raised his head. Nearby, he could see a white jade stairway winding its way up to the massive golden gate of the palace.
From afar, Wang Chong saw a few majestic golden words in front of the palace:
"Taiji Palace!"
Wang Chong muttered to himself as he recognized the handwriting.
Each of these three words weighed more than a thousand catties. Just by looking at them from afar, one could feel the heaviness in one's heart, as if a huge mountain was pressing down on it.
"The residence of the Son of Heaven, the Great Ultimate Temple!"
This was the first time Wang Chong had seen Taiji Palace with his own eyes.
It was also his first time seeing the center of this world.
At this moment, the most famous Holy Emperor of the entire Tang dynasty and Middle-earth was only inches away from him!
Wang Chong couldn't help but feel excited.
Once upon a time, meeting the greatest Holy Emperor of the Tang dynasty was Wang Chong's greatest wish in his previous life. But at that time, Wang Chong was destined to miss this wish.
Now that everything had started all over again, Wang Chong finally had the chance to fulfill his wish.
Being born in this world, how could one not know the supreme ruler of this world? Whether it was prosperity or decline, he was the architect of all of this.
If Wang Chong wanted to fulfill his mission and change the fate of this world, he couldn't avoid this supreme ruler of the Tang dynasty.
"Summon Wang Chong into the palace! — — "
Just as Wang Chong was in a daze, a sudden clap of thunder seemed to explode in the air, and a loud voice resounded through the world.
"Summon Wang Chong into the palace! — — "
"Summon Wang Chong into the palace! — — "
"Summon Wang Chong into the palace! — — "
… …
As soon as his words fell, the echoes reverberated in all directions. His loud and clear voice resounded everywhere.
Wang Chong's mind shook, and he finally came back to his senses. Stepping onto the white jade stairs, he walked step by step toward the majestic, towering Taiji Palace that seemed to be above the clouds.
The pressure on his shoulders overlapped and followed him like a shadow. With every step Wang Chong took, the pressure on his body increased, and even his footsteps became exceptionally heavy.
The Emperor's Dragon Guards!
To get close to the Holy Emperor, one must first pass through the Emperor's Dragon Guards.
The white jade stairs were the steps of the Emperor. Without a strong will or an extremely strong cultivation, one would never have the chance to meet the Emperor.
In the past, countless people had been stopped on this white jade stairs.
In his previous life, Wang Chong had already missed the chance to meet the Emperor. This time, Wang Chong didn't want to miss it.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
The entire Taiji Palace was quiet. Aside from Wang Chong, there was no one else. The world was quiet, and the sound of footsteps echoed throughout the world.
Time passed slowly.
In Wang Chong's perception, the Taiji Palace in front of him was like a huge storm. And the closer he was to the storm, the stronger the pressure.
Cold sweat dripped down his forehead without him realizing it, but Wang Chong was unaware.
This was a white jade staircase with thousands of steps.
Wang Chong had never walked such a long staircase before. It was so long that it felt like countless centuries, with no end in sight. Sweat flowed out without him realizing it, even drenching his clothes.
The pressure on his shoulders also overlapped, as if there were layers upon layers of huge mountains.
Wang Chong's Essence was constantly depleting, and his stamina was constantly weakening. His feet felt like they were filled with lead, making them extremely heavy. To Wang Chong, this short journey felt like a lifetime.
"Buzz!"
After some time, bzzz! Wang Chong's mind trembled as the world around him suddenly changed. An energy that caused the world to change color, solemn, dignified, and vast, suffused with a supreme aura, erupted in front of him and engulfed the world.
Wang Chong's mind trembled as he suddenly snapped out of his daze. Only then did he realize that he had unknowingly reached the end of the white jade staircase.
In front of him, a majestic and divine golden hall stood before him.
In this hall, Wang Chong sensed an inconceivably powerful aura. Although he had already restrained it, the aura he emanated was still so powerful that it made one's heart tremble.
In his previous life, Wang Chong had experienced countless battles of blood and fire. He had experienced countless trials of life and death. His will had long been tempered to become extremely tenacious.
However, in front of this aura, Wang Chong could not help but feel a deep sense of reverence. It was as though he was facing the heavens and earth. Before this aura, everyone couldn't help but feel a sense of inferiority.
In that instant, Wang Chong couldn't help but fall into a daze.
Some distant memories, like dregs, suddenly floated up in his mind at this moment. Inexplicably, Wang Chong once again recalled that controversial topic in his future life:
In the world of the Tang dynasty, in the Central Plains, who was the true number one expert?
In the apocalyptic era, was he the one who received orders to turn the tide and become the Grand Marshal of the Central Plains, leading the last soldiers of the Central Plains to battle against the foreign cavalry for ten-odd years, and ultimately slaying Kang Yaluoshan?
Or was he the one who fought against ten thousand alone, and in the final moments of his life, he valiantly killed tens of thousands of foreign invaders?
Or was it someone like his master, the Demonic Emperor Old Man, who, though unknown in the Imperial Court, had shone brightly in the martial arts world, becoming an invincible expert who dominated the world?
Or was he the unfathomable, snow-white, and unprepossessing Holy Monk from the Ouzan Plateau?
…
In an instant, countless famous figures that Wang Chong knew flashed through his mind. But in the end, they were all denied by Wang Chong. In this world, if there was one person who could suppress everyone else and be called the world's undisputed number one expert, then Wang Chong believed that this person could, and it could only be one person.
The supreme and unfathomable Holy Emperor, the Son of Heaven, of the Tang dynasty!
Wang Chong deeply remembered that those seniors who helped him to the position of Grand Marshal had once said that if the Holy Emperor, the Son of Heaven, of the Tang dynasty was still alive, if the greatest emperor in the history of the Central Plains was still alive …
If that was the case, this war might turn out to be a completely different situation!
Because in the history of the Tang dynasty, the Holy Emperor, the Son of Heaven, was the only one who had managed to reach the Divine Martial realm and survive.
The difference between the Holy Martial Realm and the Divine Martial Realm was like the difference between heaven and earth, between man and god. The two were incalculable.
Most of the experts in the Holy Martial Realm did not have the qualification to reach the Divine Martial Realm even at the end of their lives. Among them was Wang Chong of the previous generation.
There were various opinions about the Son of Heaven's attempt to reach the Divine Martial Realm in the Tang dynasty.
Some people said that the attempt had failed. But Wang Chong had personally heard those seniors say that they had indeed felt the aura of the Divine Martial Realm from the Holy Emperor.
Therefore, whether the Holy Emperor's attempt was a success or a failure, or a half-success or a half-failure, no one would ever know.
"Judging from the time, it should have happened not long ago."
Wang Chong raised his head and murmured in his heart.
Wang Chong had once hated and complained about the Holy Emperor of the Tang dynasty. But in the end, when he walked to the front of this Tai Chi Palace and was very close to the Holy Emperor of the Tang dynasty, Wang Chong found that in the end, there was only respect left in his heart.
Perhaps he had made many mistakes, perhaps he had single-handedly caused the destruction of this empire. But in the end, what Wang Chong remembered was still the founder of the prosperity of the Tang dynasty.
At the same time, he was also the most proactive and enterprising pioneer in the history of the entire Middle Earth!
The doors of the Tai Chi Palace were wide open. Wang Chong took a deep breath and, against the mountain-like pressure, stepped through the doors of the Tai Chi Palace.
Rumble!
The moment he stepped through the doors, the world shook. It was just a single step, but Wang Chong felt as if he had stepped from one world into another, from another space, from another space to another!
In an instant, Wang Chong felt a powerful aura, an existence that was much more powerful than himself in his previous life.
A supreme existence that was even more unfathomable than So Jung-son and the Evil Emperor!
In an instant, the whole world seemed to fall silent.
In Wang Chong's world, there was only that unreachable figure.
"Wang Chong greets the Holy Emperor, the Son of Heaven!"
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