On this day, there was an earthquake in Zhongzhou City.
In the old land of Zhongzhou City's top forces, there was a glow that rose to the Ninth Layer of Heaven. Everyone in Zhongzhou City saw the beam of light that shot into the sky. A mighty aura seemed to penetrate the sky. It was a natural phenomenon.
Countless cultivators in Zhongzhou City looked up in the direction of the sky, and their hearts were in turmoil. Then a piece of news swept through the ancient city of the Barren State.
In the land of the Sovereign Family, there was a monstrous matrix underground, and the Imperial Mausoleum was buried. Now, the matrix was opened, and the Imperial Mausoleum was revealed. A thousand miles of land in Zhongzhou City had been turned into ruins, and only the Imperial Mausoleum stood.
It was rumored that the Imperial Mausoleum was surrounded by Imperial Qi, and it was the remains of Renhuang.
For a time, the news swept through the Barren State, and even spread to the vast land of the Nine States, causing a huge wave.
The Holy Zhi Palace was in Zhongzhou City.
At this time, in the Holy Zhi Palace, Ye Futian stood in the void, and many figures appeared beside him. They looked into the distant sky, where the sky was dyed red by the glow. Above the sky, there was a magnificent portrait. A peerless figure stood proudly between heaven and earth, riding on a dragon, surrounded by countless armored soldiers, chariots rumbling, ready to conquer the world.
This picture seemed to be formed by martial will, but it was projected into the sky. It was simply shocking. What kind of terrible realm was needed to achieve this?
What happened there?
At this moment, there was a flash of sword light, descending in front of Ye Futian and the others. It was Qin Zhuang on a sword.
"There was a matrix under the Sovereign Family, and it was broken. The Imperial Mausoleum was unearthed, and this phenomenon was born," Qin Zhuang said to Ye Futian. Qin Zhuang said to Ye Futian. Qin Zhuang's speed was so fast that it did not take long for him to return with the news.
Beside Ye Futian, Huang Xi's body trembled slightly. He stared at the strange phenomenon in the sky, feeling vaguely familiar. This was clearly the martial will illusion revealed by the cultivation method of the Sovereign Family.
"Father!" Huang Jiuge shouted to Huang Xi. The younger Huang brothers came to Huang Xi's side, and they were all extremely shocked.
There was a matrix under the Sovereign Family, and the Imperial Mausoleum had broken through the ground.
It was rumored that the Sovereign Family was the descendant of Renhuang, and the Imperial Mausoleum had always been arrogant.
But in fact, Huang Xi, whose edges had long been smoothed out, did not think of himself as a descendant of Renhuang when he intercepted and killed the cultivators of the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty.
But at this moment …
Was God messing with him?
Ye Futian also looked at Huang Xi. Huang Jiuge's Life Spirits were extraordinary. He had three Life Spirits: Renhuang Body, Renhuang Bow, and Renhuang Sword, all named after Renhuang.
In the past, many people thought that the members of the Sovereign Family thought too highly of themselves. How could there be a descendant of the Renhuang? That unreachable Renhuang was a distant legend.
From the looks of it, the naming of the Life Soul wasn't random.
Many ordinary people did not have a Life Spirit because their ancestors did not have one. Many Life Spirits were passed down. Now it seemed that the three extraordinary Life Spirits of the royal family did have extraordinary ancestors.
"Who broke the matrix?" Ye Futian asked Qin Zhuang.
For many years, the members of the Sovereign Family had not discovered that there was a formation beneath the Sovereign Family. Now that the formation had been broken, it was clear that the other party was even more familiar with it than the members of the Sovereign Family. He was most likely not an ordinary person.
"It's a group of outsiders. We don't know who they are, but there are several saints among them," Qin Zhuang said. Ye Futian's expression became grave.
"If it really is the Renhuang Ruins, I'm afraid it will alarm both the Upper and Lower Worlds. Even Emperor Xia will send people here," Ye Futian said. He did not have the idea of immediately snatching it in his own territory. He was well aware of the strength of the Holy Zhi Palace, not to mention that they were facing a Sacred War.
If there really was the Renhuang Ruins, it would not be his turn. Even if the cultivators of the Sovereign Family found it, it would not be a good thing for the Sovereign Family.
The Sovereign Family was a top force in Zhongzhou City, but that was all. Any holy land in the Nine States could easily destroy the Sovereign Family. They would not have a chance to inherit the Imperial Mausoleum.
Moreover, the Nine States were all Emperor Xia's Orthodoxy. The holy lands of the Nine States did not have a share of the Renhuang Ruins. It depended on Emperor Xia's mood.
Huang Xi naturally had the same idea as Ye Futian. His eyes, which were staring at the sky, flashed with a touch of gloom and unwillingness. The members of the Sovereign Family had no hope and no longer thought of themselves as descendants of Renhuang. Suddenly, this day had come, proving that the Sovereign Family really were descendants of Renhuang, and that there were even relics left behind. However, it was difficult for them to lay a finger on what their ancestors had left behind.
That was a bit sad.
"I want to go see," Huang Xi said with a trembling voice. Huang Xi said in a trembling voice. No one outside of the Sovereign Family could understand his state of mind at the moment.
"Okay." Ye Futian nodded and immediately gathered people.
Not long after, a group of cultivators from the Holy Zhi Palace moved in a mighty manner towards the location of the Sovereign Family. With the current strength of the Holy Zhi Palace, it was not something that could be easily dealt with by a few people. If Xihua Sacred Mountain and the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty wanted to deal with them, they would have to lead the army from the holy land.
More importantly, Ye Futian now had the power to protect himself, so he did not have so many concerns.
The place where the Sovereign Family was located was not very far from the Holy Zhi Palace. After all, they were both in Zhongzhou City.
At this time, the former palaces of the Sovereign Family had disappeared, replaced by a vast imperial mausoleum that spanned thousands of miles. It had appeared out of thin air in one day.
All the cultivators of Zhongzhou City had gathered, including the top forces. Of the former four forces of Zhongzhou City, the Sovereign Family and the Tingxue House had entered the Holy Zhi Palace, but the Ximen Clan and the Thunder Courtyard had not.
The cultivators of these two forces had also come at this moment, and their hearts trembled as they looked at the imperial mausoleum.
The leader of the Ximen Clan wore a white robe and carried a sword on his back. He looked at the imperial mausoleum and had some thoughts in his mind. Now that the Holy Zhi Palace had absolute power in the Barren State, its reputation was unparalleled. The former top forces had been destroyed, and those who had entered the Holy Zhi Palace had entered the Holy Zhi Palace. The others had no voice and were no longer what they used to be.
Now, the people of the Barren State only recognized the existence of the Holy Zhi Palace.
If their clan could have a Saint, things would be different.
Ximen Hanjiang stood beside him, his eyes shining. Back then, he had also made a name for himself in the Holy Zhi Palace and ranked first on the Law Rank, but now the Holy Zhi Palace had probably forgotten his existence.
There had always been an obsession in his heart, but Ye Futian's name was like a mountain, pressing down on him so hard that he could not breathe.
At this time, there was a commotion around them, and there was a faint voice.
"We've arrived at the Holy Zhi Palace."
"That's Ye Futian, the Palace Lord who revitalized the Holy Zhi Palace and led the army to destroy Zhisheng Cliffs."
Voices were heard. The people of the Ximen Clan turned their eyes and saw a group of people standing in the air in the distance. The two people at the front stood side by side. One was extraordinarily handsome and had an unparalleled aura, while the other was a peerless beauty. They were like a celestial couple.
Around them, there were many strong cultivators.
Ximen Hanjiang's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, and he clenched his fists. But the one-armed swordsman beside Ye Futian was someone he could not defeat back then, and it would probably be difficult for him now.
"Let's go." The leader of the Ximen Clan walked forward and bowed slightly to Ye Futian. "Ximen Jin greets Palace Lord Ye and Madam."
Ye Futian did not look at him. His eyes were still on the imperial mausoleum that had appeared out of thin air. The mausoleum was extremely grand, covered in golden light. It was not an ordinary mausoleum, but an ancient golden city. Within the mausoleum, there were countless statues of armored soldiers holding golden spears. Although they were covered in dust, they still gave off a solemn feeling. It was as if this army had once been invincible wherever they pointed their weapons.
Huang Xi and the rest of the Sovereign Family were extremely agitated. Was this the glory of their ancestors?
What kind of people were the ancestors of the Sovereign Family?
When the people of the Ximen Clan saw that Ye Futian did not even look at them, they felt extremely humiliated. Their expressions were extremely ugly, but they did not dare to say anything.
Their leader had come personally to greet them, but Ye Futian did not even look at them.
Ximen Hanjiang clenched his fists and looked up at that handsome face. Once upon a time, Ye Futian was not even worthy of his attention.
Only then did Ye Futian slowly retract his gaze. He lowered his head and glanced at the people of the Ximen Clan. He did not say anything. Ximen Jin led his people away with an ugly expression. The people of the Ximen Clan all felt humiliated.
Of course, Ye Futian did not care. The Holy Zhi Palace was facing a sacred war and Ximen Hanjiang had left. Although he had said that he would not hold it against them and that the people of the Holy Zhi Palace had the right to choose, did they expect him to give them face?
Now, in the Barren State, the Ximen Clan dared to call themselves a top clan. When the sacred war was over, the powers of the Barren State would need to be redivided.
At that moment, an extremely cold murderous intent shrouded them. Ye Futian slowly turned his eyes and saw a figure standing quietly in the distance.
There was only one person, dressed in black. The aura on his body was extremely cold, and his murderous intent was not concealed at all.
"Saint Zhi." Ye Futian glanced at him. It seemed that after he led his people to sweep through Zhisheng Cliffs, Saint Zhi had come to the Barren State. He had probably been watching their movements.
It was a pity that with Emperor Xia's decree, no matter how strong Saint Zhi's murderous intent was, he would not dare to touch them.
At that moment, there was a brilliant flash of light in the sky, and an extremely overbearing aura spread down from the sky. Many looked up and saw a group of figures break through the clouds and descend from the sky, descending from the sky amidst the light that filled the sky.
The person in the lead was dressed in men's clothes, but he had a face that was even more beautiful than a woman's, causing many to be dazed for a moment. It would not be an exaggeration to say that this person was an immortal descending from the heavens.
Saint Zhi looked up. After seeing the people in the sky, his expression changed slightly, and he did not look too good.
They came so quickly.
That meant that if there was any big movement in the Nine States, it would not be able to hide it from the Upper Worlds. They could descend in an extremely short amount of time.
Then, Saint Xihua had secretly encouraged him to act against the Holy Zhi Palace. Now it seemed that if he really did act, he would not be able to leave the Nine States.
Emperor Xia's power was greater than he had imagined.
Ye Futian also looked at the figure descending from the sky. The young man in men's clothes who was more beautiful than a woman was naturally Xia Qingyuan.
Xia Qingyuan did not care that Ye Wuchen had taken the Renhuang Sword Will, because her father was Renhuang. She could comprehend and cultivate the Renhuang Will at any time. Although the Renhuang Sword Will was somewhat useful, there was no need to take it from her subordinate.
But the Renhuang Ruins were different. It was not something that the Renhuang Sword Will could compare to!
(End of this chapter)
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