Chapter 1103 - 380: Heavenly Street Tramples on the Bones of Nobles, Sweeping Away the Four Surnames and Five Prestiges (17,000 Words, Five Unions, Bonus for Monthly Ticket Event)_8

Chapter 1103: Chapter 380: Heavenly Street Tramples on the Bones of Nobles, Sweeping Away the Four Surnames and Five Prestiges (17,000 Words, Five Unions, Bonus for Monthly Ticket Event)_8

Lei Jun smacked the opponent down: "Because you are unpleasant."

The aging King Zhang Yang of Chen Mountain sighed: "Xuanxiao Zi... you’re more formidable and dangerous than anticipated."

Lei Jun: "Not as dangerous as you."

After killing Zhang Yang, Lei Jun scanned the surroundings.

The Illusory Imperial Capital, under Zhang Hui’s command, regained its composure and ceased its descent.

Yet the illusory city itself was burning in the sky above Luoyang at this moment.

Under Lei Jun’s feet, the green Nine Abyss True Fire descended and quickly spread everywhere.

After receiving the balancing and mediation by the relatively yin and soft True Fire, the Illusory Imperial Capital temporarily stabilized.

Around Lei Jun’s body, the Nine Abyss True Fire didn’t further transform into the Yin Fire Tiger.

The red-gold Celestial Chen True Fire also didn’t transform into the Yang Fire Tiger.

Similarly, the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder and Xuanxiao Immortal Thunder, centered around Lei Jun, flowed outwards without ceasing.

In the next moment, an endless surge of thunder and fire spread throughout the Illusory Imperial Capital.

Purple lightning, black thunder water, green flames, red-gold meteors.

All kinds of phenomena came together, presenting an apocalyptic scene to the aristocratic nobility and members of the Royal Family, with countless people submerged within.

Lei Jun looked back.

Along the way, behind him lay corpses scattered everywhere, white bones as far as the eye could see.

Lei Jun calmly withdrew his gaze and continued forward.

Each step he took on the streets of the illusory imperial capital suffocated the people around him.

After Lei Jun walked several laps in the illusory capital, silence blanketed the city.

"Besides trampling the bones of the nobility on Heavenly Street, the inner treasury must also be burned to ashes."

Lei Jun looked forward, where Zhang Wanrong and other experts of the Zhang Tang Royal Family occupied the central palace of the illusory city without emerging.

But shortly thereafter, they were buried in the scorched ruins by the interwoven heavenly and earthly fires.

The Illusory Imperial Capital itself no longer burned, yet inside the imperial capital was a wasteland filled with ruined walls and debris.

The raging fire burned, with its light even overshadowing the white light, blazing in the sky, enduring and relentless.

"Celestial Master Lei." Crown Prince Zhang Hui regained control of the Sheji Cauldron.

But Lei Jun, observing, felt that the situation was somewhat peculiar.

Zhang Hui: "I still need to thank the Celestial Master’s Qilin Saliva; otherwise, many plans would need reconsideration."

Lei Jun: "I should be thanking His Highness’ Miluo Shiwen Jade."

Earlier, when Lei Jun first arrived nearby Luoyang, he wasn’t in a rush to head to the city immediately.

The reason was that after witnessing the four spirits’ appearances of the Illusory Imperial Capital, he realized someone had used his Qilin Saliva as one of the crucial pillars in constructing the prior grand ritual.

To construct such a ritual, the Qilin’s appearance among the four spirits doesn’t solely rely on using Qilin Saliva as heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

But judging by Lei Jun’s insight and perception, it wasn’t difficult to see that it was the Qilin Saliva he had traded to Taiyin Yueyao in the Celestial Book Universe before.

So, for final confirmation, he sent a message to Taiyin Yueyao.

The response he received acted as corroboration.

The Qilin Saliva wasn’t acquired through transaction or other means by Crown Prince Zhang Hui, Ye Yan, Chu Xiuyuan, Fang Jingsheng, and the others.

Instead, Zhang Hui was Taiyin Yueyao all along.

The next moment, Zhang Hui said: "Next, I ask the Celestial Master and several other real masters to bear with the Great General and others for a time."

As he spoke, he kept writing and drawing on the Sheji Cauldron.

Later, when the surface of the Sheji Cauldron was densely covered with black lines, Zhang Hui outlined with his Verdant Brush.

The numerous intricate black lines immediately came to life together.

Then, the black characters entirely separated from the Sheji Cauldron.

Though the Sheji Cauldron remained, enriched with spiritual nature, its direct link with the National Fate Dragon Vein was severed.

Zhang Hui’s seemingly casual actions triggered significant impacts.

The Illusory Imperial Capital started to tremble anew.

Luckily, the Illusory Imperial Capital didn’t truly fall onto the real Luoyang City below.

As the capital descended, yet before it fully fell, the vast glowing illusory city began to disassemble independently.

Lei Jun sensed the flow of global spiritual qi around Luoyang and the direction of the earth veins.

He noticed that Luoyang no longer gathered National Destiny Dragon Qi.

Neither did the Old Capital Chang’an.

Nor did any location within the Great Tang territory.

Amid the previous behind-the-scenes tug-of-war among the four families of the Five Prestiges, Zhang Hui constantly adjusted and adapted.

The final outcome saw the National Destiny Dragon Qi scattered throughout mountains and rivers, resonating with the surge of heavenly and earthly spiritual qi.

Noticing Lei Jun’s gaze, Zhang Hui calmly responded: "This was Aunt’s idea, reverting heaven and earth back to heaven and earth, civilians to civilians, and I share the same thought."

"I had more or less some guesses about many matters," Lei Jun surveyed the surroundings: "But honestly, I didn’t anticipate this."

Zhang Hui smiled: "When I first heard Aunt bring this up, I held a view much like yours, Celestial Master. But it’s not a bad thing, is it?"

The National Destiny Dragon Qi completely dissipated.

Zhang Wantong, Zhang Hui, and the Sheji Cauldron still remained, yet the Emperor’s Skill, from henceforth, became history, no longer existent.

Thus, while a swift means to cultivate experts in the Upper Three Heavens and top-tier masters was lost,

But the people’s spirit resonating with the current surge of heavenly and earthly spiritual qi would benefit more cultivators in their practice, furthering a mortal world golden age of cultivation, birthing more new talents and more heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

And to achieve this step, neither Zhang Wantong, nor Zhang Hui, nor other members of the Zhang Tang Royal Family could be the saviors stabilizing the collapsing tide, upholding the nation.

Instead, Zhang Wantong herself would need to tarnish part of her own reputation.