Outside the Imperial Mausoleum, Li Yao looked up at Xia Qingyuan, who was descending from the sky.
After all, this was Emperor Xia's territory, and it would be difficult not to attract Emperor Xia's attention. He didn't expect that the appearance of the Imperial Mausoleum would cause such a phenomenon. Now it seemed that it would be very difficult to control the Imperial Mausoleum ruins.
Floating in the air, Li Yao looked at Xia Qingyuan and said, "How have you been, Princess Qingyuan?"
Xia Qingyuan looked at Li Yao. She naturally knew him. He was a prince from Emperor Li's Realm.
Emperor Li's Realm and Emperor Xia's Realm were neighbors. The Lower Worlds ruled by Emperor Li were different from those of the Nine States. There was only one orthodoxy, the Dali Dynasty. Many Saint-level sects and clans were ruled by the dynasty, and the masters of the dynasties were all of Emperor Li's bloodline.
In the Cloud State of the Nine States, there was a holy land called the Li Palace. The people of the Li Palace came from the Dali Dynasty. Their ancestors were exiled from the Dali Dynasty, and they lived in the Nine States until a Saint appeared in the later generations and founded the Li Palace in the Cloud State.
The Dali Dynasty did not pursue the matter. After all, they were the ones who had expelled them, which was equivalent to severing ties with the Dali Dynasty.
"Li Yao, the Nine States are under the rule of Emperor Xia's Realm." Xia Qingyuan glanced at Li Yao, her tone cold.
"The last time Princess Qingyuan brought people to my Dali Dynasty, we were very hospitable. This imperial mausoleum was excavated by me. At the very least, we have the right to fight for it fairly, right?" Li Yao said with a smile. He looked at the beautiful and enchanting face in front of him. If Xia Qingyuan were to put on women's clothes, how beautiful would she be?
However, it was said that Emperor Xia's most beloved daughter had never appeared in front of others in women's clothing. Rumor had it that if someone was able to conquer this insufferably arrogant little princess, she would definitely put on a long dress and appear in front of him, revealing her peerless beauty.
Xia Qingyuan ignored Li Yao and looked very indifferent. Her cold and proud eyes looked at the solemn and majestic Imperial Mausoleum. In the territory of Emperor Xia, so what if he was given the right to fight for it? Could he, Li Yao, get it?
"Let's go take a look." The land of the Nine States actually had Renhuang relics, which meant that the relics had existed before her father ruled the Nine States. It had at least a thousand years of history. Even the descendants of the relics probably did not know the existence of the imperial mausoleum.
"This imperial mausoleum is buried underground by a matrix. When the matrix is opened, the mausoleum will appear, spanning thousands of miles. It is like an imperial city. Even though the mausoleum has appeared, the power of the matrix is still there. The light reaches up to the Nine Heavens. I'm afraid we can't get in now. Princess Qingyuan, please wait patiently," Li Yao said.
Xia Qingyuan ignored him. Her eyes were still fixed on the solemn imperial mausoleum in front of her. It was indeed like a golden imperial city. The aura that emanated from it gathered into a terrible golden current that permeated the imperial mausoleum. It contained an extremely frightening aura. It was this amazing aura that reached the Nine Heavens and caused a vision of heaven and earth. Everyone in Zhongzhou City could see it.
"Princess." Soon, the Saint who had gone to investigate returned. He bowed to Xia Qingyuan and said, "This imperial mausoleum has been sealed for many years. Now it has formed an extremely frightening Golden Perilous Qi, condensed and not dissipated. The Golden Perilous Qi is so strong that even if a Saint stepped into it, he would be pierced and torn to pieces. I'm afraid it will take a while before we can step into the imperial mausoleum."
Xia Qingyuan heard him and walked forward to the imperial mausoleum. The people behind her followed closely. Xia Qingyuan waved her hand, and suddenly a dazzling ritual implement whistled out, penetrating the void and shooting into the imperial mausoleum. This ritual implement was filled with a wisp of saintly might.
The saint artifact immediately passed through the area of the mausoleum, but the strands of golden air flowed past it. Under the shocked gazes of many people, the air directly passed through the saint artifact instead of going around it. Afterwards, the dazzling saint artifact disintegrated and actually turned to dust.
Many people's hearts trembled. What a frightening Golden Perilous Qi current. Just what kind of terrifying power could form this current? There was something terrifying in this imperial mausoleum.
Of course, there were also people who were shocked by Xia Qingyuan's generosity. She had casually thrown out a sacred implement and destroyed it without even frowning. This was the descendant of Renhuang. It felt like a Saint throwing away a sage level ritual implement. She did not care at all.
And in the Nine States, sacred implements were extremely precious.
Many people thought that since this imperial mausoleum was considered to be the tomb of Renhuang, then would there be an imperial implement inside?
Thinking of this, many people's hearts beat faster. But when they saw Xia Qingyuan, they suddenly showed a disappointed expression. Even if there was such a heaven-defying item, it would not be their turn to get their hands on it.
The top sacred implements in the Nine States were only qualified to be in the hands of the top figures, let alone an imperial implement. Without enough strength or background, what could they do with it? It would only be a dead end.
The hearts of the people of the Sovereign Clan were extremely unsettled. As the current leader of the Sovereign Clan, Huang Xi's mood at the moment was extremely complicated.
The people of the Sovereign Clan did not call themselves descendants of the Sovereign Clan, but it had been passed down from generation to generation by word of mouth. But as time passed, the more ancient it was, the less they believed it. But now, they found that it was all true. The descendants of Renhuang were naturally something to be proud of. The blood of Renhuang flowed in their veins.
At this moment, seeing that just the flow of air in the imperial mausoleum was enough to destroy a sacred implement, they were even more excited. What kind of figure was their ancestor?
However, now they were like outsiders. They could only watch all this from the side. They did not dare to go out and say that this was the relic of the ancestors of the Sovereign Clan and that it belonged to the Sovereign Clan. If they did that, they would probably be treated as an idiot. They would not even know how they died.
Ye Futian glanced at Huang Xi beside him. He could understand how Huang Xi was feeling at the moment. It must be very difficult.
"One day, when the Sovereign Clan appears, I will stain the imperial map with my blood." Thinking of his past memories, Huang Xi seemed to have a flash of lightning in his mind. An ancient voice appeared in his mind from the depths of his memory. This sentence, just like their identity as descendants of Renhuang, was also passed down from generation to generation.
"The Sovereign Clan appears, the Sovereign Clan appears …" This sentence kept repeating in Huang Xi's mind. His eyes stared at the imperial mausoleum in front of him, and his heart trembled slightly. He did not understand what this sentence meant before, but now he felt that he understood.
Huang Xi turned his head to look at the disciples of the Sovereign Clan behind him. He glanced at Huang Jiuge, and then his eyes fell on Ye Futian.
He was a little hesitant. He had sold his life for Ye Futian and fought to the death for the Holy Zhi Palace. But when it came to the inheritance of the ancestors, he could not help but feel conflicted.
"Palace Lord." At this time, Huang Xi suddenly transmitted his voice to Ye Futian. Ye Futian looked at him with a questioning look.
"I think the ancestors of the Sovereign Clan may have left something behind. I want to return to the Holy Zhi Palace. Palace Lord, you can look at it together," said Huang Xi.
Ye Futian looked at Huang Xi. Did the appearance of the imperial mausoleum remind him of something?
"Alright." Ye Futian nodded and said, "Let's go back to the Holy Zhi Palace."
After saying this, he turned and left. Everyone looked at him in a daze, but they still followed him and left, returning to the Holy Zhi Palace.
After returning to the Holy Zhi Palace, in one of the halls of the Holy Sage Pavilion, Ye Futian dismissed everyone. There were only three people here: him, Huang Xi, and Huang Jiuge. Huang Xi had a secret to discuss with him, so he naturally did not let anyone follow him.
"Uncle, is it related to the imperial mausoleum?" Ye Futian looked at Huang Xi and asked.
"Yes." Huang Xi nodded. "Our Sovereign Clan has passed down clues from generation to generation, but probably because the Sovereign Clan has gradually declined, with the passage of time, many things have gradually been forgotten, and even disbelieved. Even I am not prepared to let Jiuge mention the matter of the descendants of Renhuang to his descendants. I think it is too illusory."
"Uncle, did you remember something?" asked Ye Futian.
Huang Xi nodded, then waved his hand, and suddenly a scroll floated in front of him.
"This is a map of mountains and rivers, also known as the imperial map. It is a powerful ritual implement that can be used in battle, but now it seems that it is more than that." Huang Xi stretched out his finger, then used Spiritual Qi as a knife, and cut his finger. Suddenly, blood flowed from between his fingers.
Huang Xi placed his arm on the scroll, and the blood dripped down, dyeing the imperial map red, but there seemed to be no change.
Huang Xi frowned. He pressed the spot where the blood flowed from the tip of his finger directly onto the scroll. The blood continued to flow from the tip of his finger, completely dyeing the imperial map red. Spiritual Qi continued to seep into it, and suddenly the imperial map gradually changed.
The scroll lit up with a blood-red light, getting brighter and brighter. The blood turned golden, and soon it enveloped the hall. The golden light shone, and a huge map was projected.
The three of them looked at the projected image, and their hearts all pounded.
"The imperial mausoleum map."
Ye Futian's heart trembled. It seemed that the ancestors of the Imperial Family had passed down more than just the meaningless title of descendant of Renhuang.
The Imperial Mausoleum Map shone brightly and appeared more and more clearly in front of the three of them. Then, it turned into a stream of light and directly entered the space between their eyebrows. Immediately, the map seemed to enter their minds as well. It appeared in their minds, vivid and lifelike. There was even some extremely important information left behind.
Obviously, the ancestors of the Imperial Family had hoped that one day, their descendants would be able to personally take back the inheritance.
As for what had happened back then, and why it was not directly passed down, it was not very clear. Perhaps, at that time, they had encountered a crisis and did not dare to pass it down.
Soon, the dazzling Imperial Map became dim again and floated into Huang Xi's hand.
Ye Futian looked at him, slightly moved.
"Uncle, if you give it to Xia Qingyuan, it will be enough for Jiuge to enter the Upper Worlds and cultivate with her. At least, he will not have to follow me in danger," said Ye Futian with emotion.
"I don't know Xia Qingyuan, but I know the character of the Palace Lord the best. However, with Xia Qingyuan and that unfamiliar cultivator here, if we want to take food from the tiger's mouth, I'm afraid it will not be so easy," said Huang Xi.
"The Holy Zhi Palace is just one of the holy lands of the Nine States. Naturally, we do not have the confidence to challenge Xia Qingyuan. This time, the shock of the Upper and Lower Worlds will attract many powerful figures. We can fish in troubled waters and hide as much as possible. Don't mention what happened today to anyone," said Ye Futian. Huang Xi naturally understood.
Just as Ye Futian had expected, in the next few days, the cultivators were still waiting for the Golden Perilous Qi to dissipate, and the people of the holy lands of the Nine States had arrived one after another after receiving the news.
This time, almost all the holy lands had arrived, including the figures of the Saint Plane.
For a time, the Barren State's Zhongzhou City was full of people. In the land of the Barren State, there had never been so many cultivators. No one knew how many outstanding figures had gathered outside the imperial mausoleum.
Not only that, but people from the Upper Worlds had also come. They had come from the Upper Worlds, and naturally, they had come for the imperial mausoleum!
(End of this chapter)
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