The Tang Second Master walked into the Imperial City.
This was his first time coming to the imperial palace, but he was very familiar with it. Whether it was the Heavenly Dao Slaughter Array or other mechanisms or arrays, none of them could make his footsteps hesitate for even a moment.
Not long after, the azure robe disappeared into the night, and when it reappeared, it was already in front of the Lingyan Pavilion.
The stone steps in front of him were very long. They went straight into the night sky, as if one could ascend to the heavens through them.
To many people, the Pavilion of Ascending Mist and this long staircase were the most spectacular and beautiful buildings in the Imperial Palace.
But to the Tang Second Master, these stone steps and the single building at the top were the ugliest buildings in the Imperial Palace.
In his view, the Lingyan Pavilion and this long staircase were completely incompatible with the architectural style of the Imperial Palace. They were too new and too conspicuous.
"What a nouveau riche's aesthetic."
He said mockingly and walked up the long stairs.
Arriving in front of the Pavilion of Ascending Mist, he did not show any signs of caution. He directly pushed open the door and walked in, appearing excessively calm and unhurried.
Liang Wangsun sat on the floor in the middle of the Lingyan Pavilion, quietly looking at the tightly shut window. No one knew what he was thinking.
His blood continued to flow. Through the light emitted by the White Sun Flame, it entered the streets and alleys of the capital.
"Emperor Taizong's modifications to the Imperial Design were not thorough. There are some problems that cannot be resolved. If you continue to persist, your blood will quickly run dry."
The Tang Second Master walked into the Lingyan Pavilion and glanced at the portraits on the surrounding walls. He tapped his folding fan against his palm and shook his head.
Liang Wangsun looked up at him and asked, "Who are you?"
The Tang Second Master calmly replied, "My surname is Tang, second child."
Liang Wangsun's expression turned slightly serious. "So it was the Tang Second Master."
The Tang Second Master noiselessly laughed, apparently very happy that even a famous person like Liang Wangsun knew of him.
Then, his smile suddenly disappeared and he said expressionlessly, "Since Your Highness knows me, then you should also know that you are not my opponent."
Liang Wangsun calmly gazed at him and said, "Other people might not know how terrifying the Tang Second Master is, but how could I not know? But I am currently connected to the soul of the Imperial Design, so how can you touch me?"
The Tang Second Master's gaze fell on him.
A bright, golden aura was faintly discernible on Liang Wangsun's body.
He sat in the Lingyan Pavilion, but he was one with the imperial carriage in Jingdou.
Any attack against him could be regarded as an attack against the Imperial Design and would receive a merciless backlash from the Imperial Design.
But if they did not move against Liang Wangsun, how could they separate him from the Imperial Design?
The Tang Second Master once more noiselessly laughed. His appearance should have been rather comical, but in the Lingyan Pavilion that was as bright as day, it seemed especially terrifying.
He didn't even glance at Liang Wangsun, and directly walked over to the only four pillars in the Lingyan Pavilion that faced the east. He took out an object from his sleeve, and then inserted it between the pillars.
When Liang Wangsun saw this scene, his expression suddenly changed. He wanted to do something, but he couldn't get up.
An extremely ancient Qi seeped out of the Tang Second Master's palm. Following that object, it entered the pillars and then continued downwards, crossing the long stone steps and entering some place beneath the Imperial Palace. Then, through those secret tunnels and canals that no one knew of, it spread out in all directions of the capital.
A light breeze blew through the Pavilion of Ascending Mist, and a slight buzzing sound rang out. The bright light instantly darkened!
Just like this, the divine artifact of the demons, the White Sun Flame, was extinguished!
Liang Wangsun's blood flowed down his hand and onto the White Sun Flame, but it could no longer be absorbed, so it continued to drip to the ground.
A groan of extreme pain burst from his lips!
Just like this, his soul was separated from the Imperial Design. Although he did not receive the full backlash of the array intent, this forceful separation still inflicted severe internal injuries on him!
After that groan of pain, blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth.
Liang Wangsun's complexion became abnormally pale, the hand holding the White Sun Flame trembling, his eyes brimming with shock.
He looked at the Tang Second Master in disbelief and said, "How did you know about the array pivot and the divine technique!"
The Tang Second Master's palm slowly left the pillar. He took a handkerchief from his sleeve and carefully wiped the remaining wood shavings from his palm.
A magical artifact made of ancient bronze had appeared on the pillar. The majority of it was embedded in the pillar, leaving only the uppermost layer, which looked like an eye.
It was an extremely ancient eye.
"Not too long ago, I said to a junior, 'I have to learn reverence. The area of my Tang clan that is most worthy of reverence is our history." He looked at Liang Wangsun and said, "Whether it's the Chen clan or your Liang clan, both of you believe that this great array in the capital belongs to you, but all of you have forgotten that this great array … was built by our Tang clan."
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In the autumn forest of the Capital's Garden of Harmony, the statue of a sage from the previous generation, carved from obsidian, slowly began to sink back into the ground. On the surface of the moist earth, yellowish grass began to grow at a visible rate.
The crack in the center of Red House Street slowly began to close once more. The scorching Qi seeping out from its depths was gradually cut off, and the wind grew fiercer and fiercer, howling like howls of despair and unwillingness.
In the mansion to the north of the White Paper District, the decaying building could not be restored, but the clear water in the canals began to flow back into the half-collapsed well.
On the surface of the mound to the north of Achievement of Merit, the verdant pine trees once more stood up from the earth, the white bones and corpses covered up. Lightning incessantly descended, and that golden luster that soared into the sky was once more dyed with a venomous Qi. It no longer possessed its former majesty and divinity, and everything returned to silence. In the end, it was still a great tomb that no one knew about!
The light that had been seeping out of the Lingyan Pavilion suddenly vanished, returning to the darkness, just as it had for the past one thousand years.
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The awe-inspiring array intent that enveloped the entire capital gradually dissipated from the world.
The turmoil that had been forcibly suppressed in the darkness for so long was gradually about to surface.
The Prince of Louyang was anxiously hiding in the estate outside the Imperial Palace. The other princes of the Chen clan, on the other hand, were hurrying to the residences of the disciples and old friends of their fathers.
The various ministries and monasteries of the Great Zhou Imperial Court were all in a strange silence. No one knew what sort of change would occur in a little while.
The Ivy Academies were also in a state of absolute silence. Whether it was the cavalry of the Imperial Court or the Orthodoxy, they had all withdrawn to places where the situation was even more tense.
No one knew that the Principal of the Heavenly Dao Academy, Zhuang Zhihuan, was currently in the estate of the Minister of Rites.
The Minister of Rites, who had only displayed his true inclinations in the battle of the Bridge of Helplessness, possessed a very high prestige in the Imperial Court. Thus, although he had endured extremely bitterly for the past year, the Divine Empress had not treated him as she had treated other officials, directly driving him out of the Imperial Court and even granting him death.
Perhaps it was because of this reason that his attitude was not as fierce as many people thought it would be.
"If it's possible to not have people die, it's best if no one dies. If it's possible to have fewer people die, then it's best to have fewer people die."
The Minister of Rites took out a thick stack of paper from his sleeve and placed it in front of Zhuang Zhihuan. "I've guarded the Imperial Court for two-hundred-some years, guarding for the clouds to part and the moon to shine, not for a single dynasty to gain power and for blood to flow. I have deep respect for the Empress, and I also have pity for those officials. Not everyone is Zhou Tong, not everyone is Cheng Jun, not everyone is a thief."
Ever since Zhuang Huanyu had committed suicide, Principal Zhuang, who had lost his only son, had become even more taciturn. Tonight was no exception.
He took the stack of paper, glanced at the names on it, then turned and walked out of the estate. He did not make any promises to the Minister of Rites.
The Minister of Rites looked at his back and sighed. He knew that after tonight, whether the Divine Empress won or his side won, they would assuredly welcome an extremely desperate situation.
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Tonight, the situation in the capital was abnormally tense, but also exceptionally strange.
Of the factions that could exert sufficient influence on tonight's situation, there were still some that had not made their voices heard.
The silence of the Li Palace perhaps meant that the Pope was still hesitating, just like that Green Leaf, still swaying.
But the Tianhai clan that had operated in the capital for many years, that had great power in both the military and the Imperial Court … why was it still maintaining its silence?
In the darkness around the Tianhai clan's estate and estate were hidden at least ten-thousand-some cavalry, as well as many cultivators, occasionally flying through the air.
These cavalry and cultivators were all forces controlled by the Tianhai clan. The problem was that these forces should have appeared in the Imperial Palace, in the manors of the various princes and dukes, and in the various departments of the Imperial Court. They should not have remained here. Moreover, this silence had already persisted for a very long time, with no signs of moving.
This so-called silence was actually only for the outside world. Many things had already occurred within the Tianhai clan's estate and estate.
These things were very bloody, very cruel, because the two sides in the struggle were clansmen, family, relatives, father and son …
The blood on the floor of the courtyard was particularly dazzling in the light of the lanterns.
Tianhai Shengxue narrowed his eyes, but he still felt vexed and somewhat dizzy.
In this period of time, one news after another arrived. A few juniors of the Tianhai clan that had not obeyed orders and insisted on sending out soldiers had been cruelly suppressed by the clan head's strength.
His cousins had probably already been subdued, perhaps even killed.
His own younger brother had just had one of his arms cut off by his father, right before his eyes.
"Why?"
He raised his head to look at his father, his voice trembling as he asked, "Why do you have to do this?"
"Why what?"
In the spacious hall, the chair seemed particularly lonely. Tianhai Chenwu also seemed very lonely as he sat in the chair, but this did not cause his expression to change in the slightest.
He looked at his son and expressionlessly asked, "Just what do you want to know?"
"There are many things I want to know!"
Tianhai Shengxue angrily yelled, "Just what do you want to do!"
After experiencing the turmoil and bloody suppression of the first half of the night, there was no one else present, only father and son, so lonely that it made one's heart palpitate.
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(The leader and I are both sick. I've caught a cold and my entire body aches. This holiday has been a good one. I hope that I can get better as soon as possible so that it doesn't affect my work in the next few days.)
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