During the battle of Donghai City, the mysterious emperor's intent had appeared in his body. It helped him kill the Arcana Plane cultivators but it wasn't his power.
However, the emperor's intent had taught him the Imperial Tactics. From then on, he could use the Imperial Tactics to activate the emperor's intent in his body.
Ye Futian knew that the Imperial Tactics could raise all his attacks to a higher level but he'd never used all of this power and pushed the Imperial Tactics to the limit.
But today, facing the attack of so many noble intents, he knew that even with the emperor's intent, he still couldn't win. Because of this, he released all of his power and pushed the Imperial Tactics to the limit without reservation.
The familiar feeling from the battle of Donghai City came. Last time, there was a mysterious intent guiding and controlling him. Now, it was completely his own power. Of course, it wasn't as strong as in Donghai City.
If his opponent really was a noble, he was sure he'd die. Even an Arcana Plane cultivator would die. Intent could greatly increase a cultivator's combat ability but it couldn't ignore the difference in planes.
But it was different in the Loulan Relic. His opponent wasn't a true noble but an incarnation of intent. In this lower Ancient Barren World, even the strongest intent was limited to the Dharma Plane. Plus, his opponent's body was formed by intent. As long as he could suppress his opponent's intent, he could defeat him.
That was why Ye Futian was so confident. Though he hadn't comprehended noble intent, he activated the emperor's intent with all his might and merged it with the intent of the guqin to attack. He believed that his attack would be stronger than his opponent's.
The emperor's mark exploded in his body. Ye Futian's body seemed to undergo some sort of transformation. Behind him, Ye Wuchen looked at the changes in his body in shock. He realized that perhaps this was the real him. He didn't hide anything and was like a natural emperor.
The Marquis in front of him was also stunned. He stared at Ye Futian. What level of willpower was this?
At this moment, the handsome figure before them was too dazzling. Even as nobles, they still needed to worship him. He should be high up and be worshipped by everyone.
This temperament and intent wasn't acquired. He was born with it.
"Looks like you really aren't from Loulan," the emperor sighed, staring at Ye Futian. There wouldn't be someone like this in Loulan.
"Senior, are you going to stop here?" Ye Futian asked.
The Emperor looked at him and then looked into the distance. There seemed to be some fatigue in his eyes.
For many years, he had existed in the ancient ruins in the form of a will, becoming a chess piece for his opponent to use to temper the descendants of Gu Loulan. Naturally, he was not willing to accept this. Hence, as long as someone dared to step into this place, he would kill them all. Since his opponent wanted to use him as a chess piece, he would kill all the descendants of Gu Loulan.
However, he was already tired, and only persisted with an obsession.
"No." He looked back at Ye Futian and said, "If you lose, you die. If you win, you can get everything you want."
"Alright." Ye Futian lowered his head and did not say anything else. The sound of the guqin continued to rise. In an instant, a violent force of will swept out along with the sound of the guqin. Everywhere it passed, the armored soldiers were all crushed.
The emperor waved his hand and many nobles charged forward with terrifying noble will. At the same time, they pressed towards Ye Futian.
Ye Futian, who was playing the guqin, was extremely calm. There was some sadness in the sound, just like the grandmaster's in the Nandou Clan. However, this sadness was not for himself but for the enemy.
The nobles who existed in the form of will would be completely suppressed by him. They were even less threatening than the geniuses from the Barren City. After all, they were at the peak of the Dharma Plane and had noble will. They were not purely illusions of will.
Just as Ye Futian had predicted, the sound seemed to be imprinted with the mark of an emperor. It penetrated the bodies of the noble wills and instantly left a mark of destruction on them.
The advancing nobles looked down at their bodies, their eyes dull.
Bang, bang … Holes appeared on their bodies. There was no blood, but they could feel death approaching. Of course, in reality, they had already died once, but this time, it was very likely that they would disappear completely.
The emperor watched this scene quietly. His expression was incomparably calm. Was this tragic and stirring music being played for them?
Stepping forward, he arrived in front of the nobles. Whistling swords appeared around him, as if they were real. When he stepped forward, tens of thousands of swords followed him. At this moment, he seemed to be a noble of swords.
The countless sharp swords flew towards Ye Futian at the same time. In a single line, they destroyed everything in front of him.
Ye Futian continued to play the guqin quietly. The sound was like the cry of a crane from the Nine Heavens. A violent sound storm swept out. Everywhere it passed, the sword shadows were all destroyed and turned into dust.
At the same time, the sound ignored everything and directly hit the emperor. The most terrifying thing about the attack of the guqin was that it was difficult to defend against.
Rows of dazzling emperor marks seemed to burn on the emperor's body. They were like golden flames, extremely beautiful.
"Will suppression?" He murmured. He did not think that in the ancient relic, he would be suppressed by someone else's will. This was really unheard of. A first-level Dharma Plane person had suppressed his will.
As a body of will, his will was precisely suppressed. How could he fight? He was not even as strong as a Dharma Plane cultivator.
The tragic sound was still there. The storm swept past, drowning everything. The emperor's will burned on the bodies of the nobles. Then, their bodies gradually became illusory. Finally, they turned into dust and disappeared without a trace. It was as if they had never existed.
Ye Futian did not continue attacking. The sound of the guqin became calm. He raised his head and looked at the figure in the air with clear eyes.
"Is his talent really as strong as you say?" the emperor asked. His tone was calm. He did not seem at all like an opponent who was about to fight to the death.
"He received the recognition of a noble ritual implement at the Fourth-level Dharma Plane. In the future, he will definitely not stop at the Noble Plane," Ye Futian said.
"You are quite confident," the emperor said. He was a very strong noble and naturally knew how difficult it was to go above the Noble Plane.
"Senior, do you trust me?" Ye Futian asked again.
The figure in the air was silent. Looking at Ye Futian, he understood what Ye Futian meant.
Looking at Ye Wuchen, he said, "Do not resist."
Ye Wuchen looked at the figure in the air and nodded.
Then, the figure gradually became illusory. It seemed to transform into countless illusory sword shadows. They shot directly at Ye Wuchen and burrowed in between his eyebrows.
At this moment, Ye Wuchen closed his eyes. A terrifying sword will flowed on his body and became stronger and stronger.
Seeing this, Ye Futian smiled. The will of the emperor disappeared from his body and he felt extremely weak. He could not summon any strength at all. Fully activating the Imperial Tactics had drained all of his strength. He had been holding on the entire time.
The figure in the air gradually became illusory. The emperor seemed to be about to disappear at any time.
"What is that?" At this moment, Ye Futian's eyes flashed. When the emperor's body became illusory, a beam of light appeared in his body. From it, a faint coldness spread out.
"I said, defeat me and you will get what you want," the emperor said to Ye Futian. The emperor looked at Ye Futian and said. As his voice faded, the shadows gradually dissipated in the air, all heading towards Ye Wuchen. A voice was heard in the air, "You perished in Loulan back then. It was not your fault for fighting."
As soon as he finished speaking, his body disappeared completely.
However, in the air, half of the book floated in the air. The book was filled with a frightening coldness.
Ye Futian now understood the true meaning of the emperor's words. So, the book was inside the emperor's body. Only by killing him could he obtain the book.
Such a strong will. Feeling the coldness, Ye Futian could not help but shiver. He activated Freedom Meditation and in that instant, he felt an even stronger intent emanate from the book. With the emperor's will, he could faintly feel that the intent contained within this half of the book might be above Noble Plane. It was left behind by someone stronger than the Noble Plane.
The coldness spread bit by bit. Frost seemed to appear in the sky. Soon, Ye Futian's long hair and eyebrows were covered in frost.
He saw a magnificent picture in the treasured book. It was a vast and boundless snowy mountain. Snowflakes were drifting down from the snowy mountain, covering the entire sky. Just a glance was enough to make one feel extremely cold.
In the sky above the snowy mountain, a cold moon hung. The moon seemed even colder than the mountain.
The entire scene gave one the feeling of loneliness and coldness.
Snowflakes also seemed to fall around Ye Futian. The snowflakes melted into his body. Endless water Spiritual Qi surged towards him and entered his body.
In the Life Palace, the World Tree made a rustling sound. The ancient tree seemed to be covered in a layer of frost. Above the ancient tree, a cold moon gradually formed and hung in the sky.
On the other side of the moon, the Sun Life Spirit hung high.
The sun and the moon shone together. The sun was Yang and the moon was Yin.
Fire and water, Yin and Yang. They were born.
In the outside world, Ye Wuchen accepted the inheritance of the will. When he opened his eyes, his body was already covered in a layer of frost. Looking around, the army in front of him was actually all frozen, turning into ice sculptures. The whole world seemed to be turning into a world of ice.
Even the Virgin Loulan and the others who were very far away could feel the coldness. The coldness spread all the way to where they were.
Loulan Xue reached out and snowflakes fell. Her heart trembled violently.
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