Emperor Xia's Realm, the Upper Worlds.
Emperor Xia's Palace towered in the sky, above the clouds.
The palace among the clouds was like a fairyland on earth. A figure in a golden robe stood with his hands behind his back, looking forward.
Beside him was a beautiful woman dressed in men's clothing. She was very pretty, and it was none other than Xia Qingyuan.
The two of them looked at the picture in front of them. There was a huge picture of a palace on top of a mountain. Countless cultivators were fighting, but a blood-stained young man sat alone in the void, playing the guqin. It was as if he was the only person in the world.
Cultivators around him fell one after another. The young man's body shone with the brilliance of emperors.
Seeing what was happening in the picture, Xia Qingyuan's extremely beautiful eyes rippled slightly. She seemed to remember what Ye Futian had said to her in the Imperial Mausoleum that she was not the only one with trump cards.
At that time, she thought it was just Ye Futian's arrogant words. But now it seemed that if he really used his trump card, the one who would lose would still be her.
This battle was really earth-shattering.
She had never thought that there would be such a battle in the Lower Worlds.
"This boy alone is better than the Nine States." Emperor Xia watched the battle and then waved his hand. Suddenly, the picture disappeared.
"Come," he said lightly. In an instant, a figure appeared in front of him, kneeling on one knee and looking extremely pious.
"The first thing, send someone to investigate the past of Ye Futian, the Palace Lord of the Holy Zhi Palace in the Barren State. From his birth until now, what he has done, who has been around him, what abilities he has cultivated. Find out everything." Emperor Xia's voice was calm, but there was an unquestionable meaning in it.
"The second thing, bring people to the Lower Worlds. Watch everyone who is watching the battle inside and outside the Holy Zhi Palace and order them to return to their respective holy lands to await further orders. No one is allowed to leave without orders. Anyone who disobeys will be killed without mercy." Emperor Xia gave the second order. This order was equivalent to sealing the news of the battle in the Holy Zhi Palace and controlling everyone inside and outside the palace.
"The third thing, ask the people of the Nine State Guard how they do things. Who gave Saint Zhi the courage?" Emperor Xia continued to order.
"Yes, Your Majesty." The man knelt and accepted the order. "When investigating Ye Futian, do we need to control him?"
"No need. Just keep an eye on it," the Xia Emperor said calmly. "Do it as quickly as you can."
"I'll go as well," Xia Qingyuan said. Emperor Xia nodded. "Very well."
The man accepted the order and left with Xia Qingyuan.
Soon, a group of mighty ones in Emperor Xia's Palace activated the spatial matrix of Emperor Xia's Realm, using the matrix to traverse the space to the Lower Worlds.
…
Outside the Holy Zhi Palace, there were countless mighty ones from the Barren State on the periphery, but they could not see the battlefield and could only wait outside for news. Only the top figures from the various holy lands were able to get close enough to see what was going on.
At this moment, the battle had not completely ended. A middle-aged figure quietly retreated from the crowd and flashed all the way out. His speed was extremely fast. He was actually a Saint.
However, he stopped in the Thousand Holy Islands. He frowned and asked, "Who is it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, several figures appeared, and their gazes landed on him.
"Are you from Emperor Li's Realm?" the newcomer asked.
The middle-aged man's gaze was as sharp as a knife as he glanced at the newcomer.
"Where is Li Yao?" the other continued to ask.
The middle-aged figure flashed and shot up into the sky, wanting to escape. However, he did not flee in the direction of Li Yao and the others, but in the opposite direction.
A group of figures broke through the air and chased after him. Not long after, a silent Sacred War broke out on the Thousand Holy Islands of the Barren State. A Saint fell on the spot and was killed.
In the tavern outside Zhongzhou City, Li Yao was still drinking. Nine jade scrolls appeared on the table in front of him, and they were all broken at this time.
These nine people represented nine mighty ones. They were subordinates specially trained for him. They were good at killing and were extremely powerful. They could be considered elites.
For the inheritance of Renhuang, he had used nine mighty ones and a set of divine implements.
But now, all nine of them had fallen.
In front of him, the beautiful woman was crying, but she did not seem very sad. As for the young man, he showed hatred. His father, Saint Zhi, had fallen.
"Your Highness." A mighty one behind him came up and took out another broken jade scroll. He said, "Something has happened. Your Highness, let's retreat."
Li Yao immediately put down his wine cup and stood up. He made a prompt decision and said, "Retreat."
He did not know what had happened, but if this matter attracted the attention of Emperor Xia, it would be more troublesome. He had originally intended to end the battle quickly and leave Emperor Xia's Realm.
But now it seemed that Saint Zhi had failed. Even the people he had sent to watch the battlefield were dead.
This time, the loss was not small, but with his status, it was not a big deal.
A top-notch divine tool appeared, exuding a powerful will of the void. It was a ship of the void. They stepped onto it, and suddenly, a screen of light flashed, enveloping them within it. Even their auras were concealed. After that, the ship of the void traversed the void and disappeared from the tavern. In the blink of an eye, they were nowhere to be seen.
Not long after they left, they saw a group of figures descending. They glanced at the tavern and then looked up into the void. Their expressions were slightly ugly.
It seemed that they were a step too late. Of course, even if they had really arrived, they would not have been able to stop them. After all, the power of the Nine State Guards was limited, and this was because Emperor Xia wanted to watch the battle. Otherwise, even the Saint from before would not have been able to stop them.
After all, the land of the Nine States was not that important to Emperor Xia, and he had always had a casual attitude.
…
In the Holy Zhi Palace, on the battlefield, a song of the Floating World, and the cultivators of the Hall of Holy Light were almost all killed.
Even the music spread throughout the battlefield, and people continued to fall. The cultivators of the six holy lands were falling all the time. Under such circumstances, the six holy lands were naturally being slaughtered by the cultivators of the Holy Zhi Palace.
The Sacred War had completely lost its suspense.
"Retreat." Saint Ji spat out a cold word. The people of the Hall of Holy Light who were still alive wanted to retreat, but the sound of the guqin did not stop. Everywhere it passed, there was killing, and it wanted to kill all the cultivators of the Hall of Holy Light here.
Of course, today, because of what the Qi clan had done, many cultivators of the Hall of Holy Light had returned to Qi State to guard, and not all of them were here.
But even so, Ji Ya had fallen, and many of the top figures of the Hall of Holy Light had all died here. One could imagine how Saint Ji felt at the moment.
"Retreat," Saint Xihua ordered.
"Retreat."
The Great Zhou Sacred King and the saints of the three holy lands of the Endless Ocean ordered the retreat of the army. Even if they had endless unwillingness, they could not watch all the cultivators be slaughtered here. They had to retreat.
Today, the coalition of the seven holy lands came to the Holy Zhi Palace. They did not take Huang Jiuge, who had the inheritance of Renhuang, nor did they take the Halberd of Time and Space. They did not kill Ye Futian, but left behind a pile of bones.
The Lord of Zhisheng Cliffs, Saint Zhi, Ji Ya, Kong Yao, and Liu Zong had all died.
How many famous figures of the Nine States had died here.
The people of the Holy Zhi Palace were still madly chasing, wanting to kill all those who had retreated.
At this moment, above the sky, there was a vast heavenly might descending. Countless people looked up at the sky, as if a heavenly army had descended, and everyone's hearts trembled.
The people of Emperor Xia had arrived.
Moreover, they had come so quickly.
It was obvious that Emperor Xia was personally watching the battle of the Holy Zhi Palace.
No one had thought, and no one dared to think, for many years, no matter what kind of battle, it had never caused such a situation. Emperor Xia had ordered the army to come to the Nine States.
Even Saint Xia's heart was beating fast.
Was it because of the aura released by Ye Futian?
How would Emperor Xia treat Ye Futian?
He naturally understood that Ye Futian had not released that power before because he had no other choice. He did not dare to release it. Although he did not know what secret was hidden, this secret was very likely to attract the attention of Emperor Xia.
So Ye Futian did not dare.
But under the attack of Saint Zhi, he had no choice. If he did not release that power, he would die.
But since Emperor Xia had personally sent people, it was good that he did not need to go to the Upper Worlds to report.
The army descended, and the person at the head was the Little Princess Xia Qingyuan.
Her eyes fell on Ye Futian, looking at the peerless youth playing the Ukiyo song.
Not long ago, his wife had fallen in this battle.
"By the order of Emperor Xia, all holy lands are to return to their holy lands immediately. No one is to take a step out of the holy land without orders. Wait for further orders. Those who disobey will be executed," a powerful saint beside Xia Qingyuan said loudly, and his voice spread throughout the Holy Zhi Palace.
Emperor Xia wanted to control everyone. Was it because of Saint Zhi?
Or was it because of Ye Futian?
"Is it over?" Countless people looked up into the sky. At this moment, whether it was Saint Ji, Saint Xihua, or the Great Zhou Sacred King, they all knew that they had failed. They had failed completely, and they had paid a terrible price.
What was more frightening was that if Emperor Xia had allowed Ye Futian to grow, then it would have been their end.
"Yes." Saint Ji nodded.
Saint Xihua and the Great Zhou Sacred King both nodded. With Emperor Xia's orders, who in the world would dare to disobey?
The sound of the guqin stopped abruptly, and the Guqin Spirit disappeared. Ye Futian seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and his body fell from the sky.
Figures flashed. Gu Dongliu and Zhuge Mingyue arrived first because they were close, and the two caught Ye Futian's falling body.
"Second Sister, Third Brother." There were tears in the corner of Ye Futian's eyes, and Zhuge Mingyue's tears fell like rain. Looking at Ye Futian's eyes, she felt pain in her heart.
Gu Dongliu held Ye Futian's hand and did not say anything. Any words would have been useless at this moment.
He had done his best, and everyone had done their best.
But who would have thought that Saint Zhi would make a move?
Who would have been able to stop Saint Zhi?
If Jieyu and Yaya had not fought with their lives, anyone would have died, including Ye Futian and Yu Sheng.
Many figures came from the Holy Sage Pavilion in the distance. Two of them came to the battlefield with tears streaming down their faces, and walked to Ye Futian, who had fallen to the ground.
These two were Hua Fengliu and Nandou Wenyin.
"Master, Masteress." Ye Futian did not let Zhuge Mingyue support him, but knelt on the ground. He had let down his master and masteress. They had entrusted Jieyu to him, and he had not been able to protect her.
Nandou Wenyin pulled Ye Futian with tears in her eyes and hugged him, saying, "Futian, it's not your fault."
Hua Fengliu also pulled Ye Futian. He sat on the ground, and at this moment, he seemed to have aged a lot. He looked up at the sky where Hua Jieyu had disappeared, and at this moment, scenes of the past appeared in his mind.
Back then, in Qingzhou Academy, he and his daughter Hua Jieyu depended on each other. Ye Futian's arrival added some color to their lives. He took Ye Futian as his disciple, taught him how to play the guqin and carving, and he made the two of them fall in love.
Those scenes were so beautiful, as if it had happened just yesterday, but it also seemed very, very far away!
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