The tens of thousands of Great Zhou cavalry were still on their way from the various provinces and counties to the capital, still very far from the Mausoleum of Books, but Wuqiong Bi's expression had already changed. As an expert of the Divine Domain, one of the Storms of the Eight Directions, her strength was extremely profound. She could easily see that terrifying army in the distant plains, and she could also see the Red Falcons and Red Geese flying through the rain clouds like lightning bolts.
"So it was Tianhai's scheme. We must leave." She turned to her husband, her face pale.
The horsetail whisk soaked by the rain drooped weakly in the crook of her elbow, just like her spirit.
Tonight, the two sides had still not formally begun fighting, so it was impossible to determine the situation. However, the Tianhai Divine Empress's calm and confidence had already caused her to lose all confidence.
She could not forget the distant attack the Tianhai Divine Empress had launched at her on the Dew Platform in the capital. In the depths of her heart, she simply did not have the courage to directly confront her.
Courage was something that could only be accumulated after more than ten years of humiliation and sleepless nights. However, it was usually only a matter of an instant to lose it.
Seeing that powerful figure at the peak of the Mausoleum of Books, the princes from the various provinces and counties all paled. Some of them, like Wuqiong Bi, felt the urge to retreat.
The situation truly was not clear, but there was one thing that was extremely clear. Tonight's scheme that should have been planned by Daoist Ji had now become the Tianhai Divine Empress's scheme.
Since the Tianhai Divine Empress already knew everything, just who could defeat her?
Yet now, even if they wanted to leave, it was already too late.
As the cry of an eagle resounded over the capital, various places in the capital suddenly reacted.
There was a loud bang! In the autumn forest of the capital's Garden of Harmony, the soaked ground caved in, revealing a large hole. Sand and stone fell and a spring gushed out.
As the spring gushed out, a statue of a sage from a previous generation, carved from obsidian.
The surface of the stone statue was covered in mud, which was gradually washed away by the spring water, revealing its true appearance. It also began to gradually emit a majestic power.
In the middle of South Red House Street, a crack appeared. It was about three feet wide, bottomless, and incomparably deep. However, what came from the depths of the crack was not a cold aura, but an incomparably hot aura. It was as if there was a copper furnace at the very bottom of the crack that never went out. The rainwater on the street flowed into the crack and instantly evaporated, turning into mist.
In a few breaths of time, this famous street that was famous for its tranquility had turned into a fairyland shrouded in clouds and mist. It was so beautiful that it seemed as if it did not belong to the mortal world. However, the blazing hot aura in the mist was actually announcing the dangers within.
In the third house in the north of White Paper District, accompanied by cracking sounds, the beams of all the buildings seemed to have been invaded by a thousand years of time. They were corroded by insects and wind, decaying and collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into dust. Only the foundation was left. It was an extremely ancient path made of bricks.
The only well in the courtyard had also collapsed. In the ruins of the well, the water surged up and poured into the shallow path in the foundation of the building, turning the foundation into a canal.
An extremely cold and somber Qi rose from the canal into the night sky.
In the north of Achievement of Merit, there was a mound the size of a small mountain. After several centuries of care, it was now covered in pine and cypress trees and green grass. It looked very beautiful, and many commoners of the capital would choose this place to play. They had long since forgotten that several centuries ago, this place had once been a great tomb.
With a crack, a bolt of lightning descended from the sky and struck the small mound.
The thickest pine tree was struck by the lightning. Green smoke rose from it and then it slowly collapsed.
The pine tree fell on the mound, sending up mud and smashing apart the autumn grass.
Soon after, the small mound gradually split apart, revealing the true scene within.
There was no coffin inside, nor were there any funerary objects. There were only countless bones.
These bones belonged to the palace maids who had volunteered to be buried with Emperor Taizong when he died.
But now, sensing the venomous and cold Qi of the great tomb, perhaps the word 'volunteering' needed to be discussed again.
This venomous and cold Qi did not affect the people of the capital around the north of Achievement of Merit in the slightest.
This was because a powerful Qi had emerged from the deepest underground river at the base of the mound. Like a cool breeze, it easily washed away the resentment and purified the bones.
This Qi soared into the sky and into the night sky, exuding a faint golden luster. It was brilliant and dignified, divine and dignified!
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All over the capital, strange phenomena like this were taking place. Stone carvings were used as the foundation, or the earth was cracked and fire was ignited, or the springs were reversed and turned into soup, or the majestic appearance of Imperial Qi.
Countless powerful Qis soared into the sky, piercing through the leaden clouds into the night sky, or dazzling enough to suppress the radiance of the stars. Gradually, they formed a majestic and magnificent array.
This array could not be seen, but the cultivators could clearly feel it. They instantly felt as insignificant as dust and a boundless reverence.
To the north of the White Paper District, the spring water that had poured into the foundation had transformed into the famous Golden Soup of the Orthodoxy's Seven Territories, but it was only an extremely unremarkable small part of this array.
The Imperial Qi of the north of Achievement of Merit had broken through the tomb and cleansed the bones into the nine heavens, suddenly descending upon the Imperial Palace.
The Lingyan Pavilion, which had remained tightly shut for several centuries and was as dark as the night, now began to emit milky white rays of light.
At the same time, an incomparably tyrannical, dignified, and righteous Qi appeared in everyone's perception.
This was the first ranked of the Legendary Weapons that had not appeared in the world for many years: the Frost God Spear!
Sensing the Qi of the Frost God Spear and the change in the Lingyan Pavilion, Bie Yanghong's expression finally turned grave and stern. The little red flower hanging from his pinkie suddenly stopped swaying and floated in the wind.
There was a river surrounding the Mausoleum of Books. Suddenly, all the water in the river vanished. It had not dried up, but seemed to have been absorbed by the earth.
Seventy-some Heavenly Tome Monoliths appeared at the bottom of the river, like a forest of stones. The monoliths exuded a solemn Qi.
The rain clouds that had originally dispersed into the surroundings seemed to be summoned by the great array of the capital and gradually flowed back. Although they did not completely block out the starlight, they still somewhat dimmed the multitude of stars.
The awe-inspiring array intent was like countless sharp swords, seemingly intent on severing all the laws of the world. The strength hidden within was enough to kill an expert of the Divine Domain!
Wuqiong Bi's face was already very pale, the viciousness on her face long ago replaced by fear.
Guan Xingke remained silent, the bamboo hat concealing his ordinary and unremarkable face, also concealing his true mood.
"This is the Imperial Design?"
Zhu Luo's expression suddenly changed. Gazing at the peak of the Mausoleum of Books, he asked in disbelief, "You're not from the Imperial clan, so what gives you the right?"
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