"This is heaven's will."
The starlight fell on the rainy street, turning into countless silver leaves.
Daoist Ji stood amidst the myriad of silver leaves and said, "Everything is the will of heaven."
The Tianhai Divine Empress replied, "We saved him because We wanted to save him. It has nothing to do with whether or not he is Our son, nor does it have anything to do with the will of the heavens."
"Since things have come to this, are you still unwilling to admit defeat? In the end, you don't even know who your real son is, and you dare to fight against the Heavenly Dao? You fell into the cycle of the Heaven Dao in the end for the sake of saving a young man that was completely unrelated to you, and you were unable to transcend it any longer. Don't you think this is extremely pitiful? "
Daoist Ji said, "The Heavenly Dao does not need to punish you. As long as you act according to your will, you will be able to reach its goal. The Heavenly Dao was in Avacaniya. You think you're fighting against the Heavenly Dao, but you don't know that every time you fight, it's all arranged by the Heavenly Dao. Don't you think it's ridiculous? "
The Tianhai Divine Empress indifferently said, "If this really is a scheme laid down by the Heavenly Dao, have it come and kill me."
Daoist Ji said, "The Heavenly Dao cannot kill, only humans can kill. You think that you can control everything, but that is not the case. Not in the heavens, not in the mortal world."
Just as he finished speaking, a rumble suddenly rang through Jingdou.
It was the sound of real wind whistling through the air, threatening to tear one's eardrums apart.
The source of the wind was the Imperial Palace.
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Even though the Divine Empress had paid an enormous price to help Chen Changsheng change his fate and was no longer as invincible as she was at her peak, the situation in the capital was still under her control, at least on the surface. The most important reason was that the Imperial Design had already been activated.
Countless dense sword intents broke through the air from various parts of Jingdou, separating and surrounding the heroes of the world who had sneaked into Jingdou.
Even those truly peerless experts near the Mausoleum of Books could not leave.
As long as a little more time passed, the murderous intent of the Imperial Chariot would fully emerge. Other than experts on the level of Daoist Ji, who might be able to safely escape, the rest of the experts would probably all be killed.
If they wanted to obtain the final victory in this war, they had to destroy the Imperial Design before the Great Zhou Army returned to reinforce the capital.
The array pivot of the Imperial Design was in the Imperial Palace, where the Lingyan Pavilion guarded a Heavenly Dao Slaughter Array.
If an expert of the Divine Domain wanted to charge into the Imperial Palace, they would suffer the attack of the Heavenly Slaughter Array, their souls extinguished.
And those experts below the Divine Domain simply had no way of breaking into the Imperial Palace.
Because the person in charge of the Imperial Palace was Xue Xing Chuan.
This was an unbreakable formation within a formation.
Besides Xue Xingchuan, the most important person was Liang Wangsun, currently sitting in the Pavilion of Ascending Mist.
Liang Wangsun's blood was also Imperial blood. Besides the Chen Imperial clan, only his soul blood could activate the Imperial Design.
Earlier, Zhu Luo had relied on this point to guess that he was in the Imperial Palace and let out that angry roar.
The Pavilion of Ascending Mist was as bright as day. Liang Wangsun sat in the very center, his eyes tightly shut and his face pale. Fresh blood continuously flowed from between his thumb and forefinger, dripping onto the White Sun Flame.
He heard Zhu Luo's question.
Treason?
Indeed.
This capital was originally the capital of the Liang Dynasty.
The Imperial Design had originally been a grand array left behind by the Liang Imperial clan.
But later on, the capital and the grand array had both been seized by the Chen clan.
Now, he had used the blood of the Liang clan to offer up the Imperial Design to the Chen clan. This truly was an extremely humiliating matter, and it would not be excessive to call it treason.
But Liang Wangsun did not care, because he was keenly aware that his enemy was the Chen clan, and he also hated the Chen clan, not that woman surnamed Tianhai.
He was willing to do anything that could make the Chen clan suffer, let alone tonight's major event, which was highly likely to sever all the Chen clan's hopes!
As long as he could do this, what need was there for him to care about the petty emotions of his ancestors?
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"I'm also surnamed Chen. In the end, I'm still a descendant of the Chen clan."
After leaving the Little Orange Garden with his several dozen subordinates, the Prince of Louyang stealthily avoided the searching Imperial Guards and the sudden eruption of the Imperial Design array. Finally, he arrived outside the Imperial Palace's Gate of Southern Splendor. As he gazed at the majestic and majestic Imperial Palace in the darkness, he untimely thought of his childhood, an expression of nostalgia appearing on his face.
"Your Highness, now is not the time to be sentimental. Where are we going next?" The Prince of Louyang was roused from his stupor by his somewhat impolite question. Somewhat embarrassed, he rubbed his forehead and said, "Just hide in this garden. Let's not go anywhere else. This place is the safest."
Amongst the princes of the Chen clan, the Prince of Louyang was the weakest in strength, the weakest in temperament, and the weakest in background, so it was naturally impossible for him to recruit any true experts. Those cultivators who dared to follow him into the capital were presumably not heroes with a heart of righteousness. Most of them were ambitious people who wanted to take advantage of the chaos to fight for their lives. At this moment, when they heard the King's words and recalled the King's useless appearance all along the way, some cultivators felt slightly anxious and complained. "Only troubled times can produce heroes. If the King doesn't want to stand out, then why bother to come here?"
With a bitter face, the Prince of Louyang replied, "This prince didn't dare not come, or else Brother Xiang would kill me."
The guards of the prince's estate were well aware of their prince's personality. It was only now that those newly recruited cultivators truly gave up on their thoughts.
As he listened to the occasional sounds of fighting and wretched cries on the street, the Prince of Louyang grew more and more nervous, his face paler and paler. He muttered to himself, "What are they fighting … Mother, if they want to be emperor, just let them be. Those people are all very fierce."
At this moment, a man dressed in a blue robe and wearing a spotted tiger mask walked up to his side and said, "Your Highness, it shouldn't be far from the Lingyan Pavilion through the Gate of Southern Splendor, right?"
"The Lingyan Pavilion is very high. If you go down, it shouldn't be far … Hey, I say, what are you doing? Don't mess around. Divine General Xue is very formidable, don't you know? "
The Prince of Louyang looked at the man and uneasily advised him.
The man was currently wiping the blade in his hand, paying no attention to what the Prince of Louyang was saying. But when the Prince of Louyang asked if he knew, his hand slightly froze.
"Your Highness, I want to borrow something from you."
"What thing?"
"Borrow some blood."
After saying this, the masked blue-clothed man raised the blade in his hand and made a cut on the Prince of Louyang's right arm. Blood instantly gushed out from the cut, and the Prince of Louyang's face paled in pain. Just when he was about to cry out in pain, he suddenly remembered that no one outside could hear him and hurriedly used his left hand to cover his mouth.
The blue-clothed man was just preparing to knock him unconscious so that he wouldn't make a sound, but he hadn't expected this prince to be so afraid of death. He couldn't help but be startled.
By the time the guards of the prince's estate and the others heard the commotion and hurried over, the blue-clothed man had already flown over the wall.
One of the guards looked out through the glass on the wall and instantly froze.
The blue-clothed man charged into the Imperial Palace.
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The blue-clothed man was astonishingly fast, even giving off an inhuman feeling.
A cloud of dust appeared in front of the Imperial City in the darkness, illuminated by the starlight. The man was at the very front of the cloud, so fast that it was impossible to make out his figure.
At this sight, a few of the more experienced officers of the Imperial Guard subconsciously recalled that fastest demi-human general in that great war from several hundred years ago.
The blue-clothed man was naturally not Jin Yulu, but he presumably had some connection to the Demi-human race.
Tonight, the gates of the Imperial Palace were not closed. The blue-clothed man was like a bolt of lightning, heading straight for the Gate of Southern Splendor.
There was no one in the Gate of Southern Splendor, only an empty expanse, yet it concealed boundless murderous intent.
The blue-clothed man was not surprised. With a roar, he slashed his blade at the distant Lingyan Pavilion.
The blade in his hand was stained with the Prince of Louyang's blood. As the blade slashed down, the Qi in the Imperial Palace naturally sensed it and began to transform. Countless rays of golden light appeared out of the void!
Was this the Heavenly Dao Slaughter Array?
The blue-clothed man had not even stepped into the Divine Domain, but he was able to rely on the blade in his hand and that smear of imperial blood to force the Heavenly Dao Slaughter Array to reveal itself. His strength was terrifying!
Countless rays of golden light condensed into lines that bound the Lingyan Pavilion. A few of them, intentionally or unintentionally, drifted across the ground of the Imperial Palace like fallen leaves blown by the wind.
The blue-clothed man exploded with true essence, leaving behind blurs as he charged to the side, but he was unable to avoid those two rays of golden light.
With several cracking sounds, the Qi in the Imperial Palace was thrown into chaos. The blue-clothed man had taken out several magical artifacts, but all of them had been shattered. He was still unable to completely avoid the remaining power of the Heavenly Dao Slaughter Array. Countless wounds and bloodstains appeared on his blue robe, and the mask he wore was also shattered, blown to the ground by the wind.
It was a face that was both heroic and domineering, covered in fur like steel spikes. It was obvious that he was not an ordinary human, but a demi-human expert in a berserk state.
There were not many people in the world who could be so young and also possess such speed.
From some place on the Imperial City came the shout of a general.
"Xiao De!"
Yes, this blue-clothed man who had charged straight into the Imperial Palace was the strongest of the younger generation of demi-humans, the fifth-ranked Xiao De of the Proclamation of Liberation!
This demi-human expert had an extremely resounding reputation in the world, yet he was unable to change the mood of the crowd.
Because this was the Great Zhou Imperial Palace!
Accompanied by countless low buzzing sounds, countless soldiers vaguely appeared in the surroundings of the Imperial City, forming a dense black mass.
The bolts of the divine crossbows reflected a devouring luster in the pitch-black darkness.
The center of the Imperial Palace was still empty, with only Xiao De.
Even if you are the fifth-ranked expert of the Proclamation of Liberation, daring to charge into the Great Zhou Imperial Palace will still result in death!
Seeing the divine crossbows in the darkness, sensing the terrifying Qi of the Heavenly Dao Slaughter Array that was gradually fading away, Xiao De did not hesitate …
Abandon the blade.
Kneel.
Raise the hand.
Yell.
"I surrender!"
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Descending was a word with many sounds.
It could mean surrender, but it could also mean descent.
The demi-human expert Xiao De faced the countless divine crossbows of the Great Zhou Dynasty without hesitation and shouted surrender.
Thus, the person in the night sky began to descend.
All the experts of the Divine Domain that could control the wind were in the Mausoleum of Books.
If the immortal birds and strange beasts of the various sects and sects dared to appear in the sky of the capital tonight, they would assuredly be shot to death or pursued by a flock of Red Falcons.
Who was flying in the night sky?
It was a very large kite.
The kite flapped in the wind.
There was a string under the kite, and on the other end of the string was a person.
This person's face was covered by a piece of white paper, which also flapped in the wind.
Three holes had been dug into this white paper, making it seem rather terrifying.
Second on the Proclamation of Liberation, Painted Armor Xiao Zhang!
He jumped down from the sky!
He dodged the golden lines of light that Xiao De had just forced out, and like a meteor, he smashed into the Lingyan Pavilion!
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