Chapter 1896 - 202: Upper Three Days, Nine Heavens! (Part 2)

Both feet are the foundation of the human body.

If he can break the shackles on his feet, his speed, movement technique, and even explosive power will undergo a qualitative leap.

"It was quite easy to break the left arm just now!"

"This indicates that this is not my limit; I still have spare strength and can continue to break other shackles."

Jiang Ning thought to himself.

Then his heart spirit once again sank inward.

Under internal observation, the shackles within both feet clearly appeared in his perception.

Both left and right feet had nine shackles each, a total of eighteen tightly wrapped around his leg bones and foot bones.

They were like invisible chains binding him to the earth.

"Eighteen shackles, not an easy task, but given the recent breakthrough in the Black Dragon Swallowing Whale Skill, coupled with the Divine Skills transformation of the Kunpeng, I should be able to break some of them." He calculated in his mind.

Subsequently, he adjusted his state and hesitated no longer.

He fiercely activated his qi-blood, surging power rising from within him, then violently descending, directly crashing toward his right leg.

...

Beside Li Shui Lake, the night wind blew gently.

A bright moon slowly hung over the lake surface.

Moonlight fell on the lake surface, with the night wind blowing across, as though thousands of silver scales were rippling.

And by the lake, a figure stood.

The figure was as still as a rock.

Only within, the sound of chains being pulled rang constantly.

...

On another side.

The Imperial Palace.

Taihua Hall.

As the grand lanterns were first lit.

The hall was brightly illuminated, resplendent and magnificent.

In the giant purple copper crane-shaped incense burner, purple smoke curled up, mingling with the melodious sound of silk and bamboo instruments.

At this moment, the civil and military officials were already seated, toasting and laughing.

Today’s celebratory feast was originally prepared for Jiang Ning, King Luoshui, yet the protagonist did not appear. Emperor Ji Minghao still ordered the feast to begin, seemingly unwilling to let one person’s absence dampen the occasion.

However, everyone at the banquet could clearly sense.

They refrained from mentioning the words Jiang Ning, or King Luoshui.

Vaguely, they could feel a slight awkwardness in the atmosphere.

Meanwhile.

Ji Minghao sat behind the imperial desk, holding a wine cup and drinking alone while Shen Mengyun gracefully filled his cup from time to time.

Ji Minghao occasionally drank, sometimes glancing toward the hall doors, as if waiting for someone.

"Is he waiting for him?" Shen Mengyun murmured in her heart, Jiang Ning’s figure surfacing in her mind.

She knew that the real protagonist of today’s feast was Jiang Ning.

Without Jiang Ning’s victory, there would be no celebration.

Just then, outside the hall, the night wind suddenly paused.

Immediately following that, an invisible pressure spread out of nowhere, silencing the hall’s music.

The dancers’ movements froze, their faces turning pale.

The officials’ hands halted their wine cups, eyes filled with suspicion and they stared toward the hall doors.

The dancers’ movements froze, their faces turning pale.

The officials’ hands halted their wine cups, eyes filled with suspicion and they stared toward the hall doors.

The next moment.

A figure slowly appeared at the hall entrance.

The newcomer wore a flowing purple cloud robe, looking youthful, seemingly not yet an adult.

But within those eyes, stars seemed to revolve, profound beyond ordinary.

This presence overshadowed his youthful appearance.

Behind him were two attendants, dressed in long moon-white robes, with steady breaths, clearly no ordinary individuals.

The leading youth in the purple robe, ignoring all eyes, leisurely stepped into the hall, suddenly whisked in a gust from the outside.

Instantly, the candle flames flickered violently, and the purple smoke from the incense burner was torn apart by the wind. The officials showed changes in expression, and several military officers stood up with fierce looks in their eyes.

"Who are you?!!"

Ji Minghao sat calmly behind the imperial desk, his wine cup paused slightly, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"My master comes from the Nine Heavens." One attendant behind the purple-robed youth spoke.

With those words.

The hall fell silent, suddenly without sound.

Everyone present, being high-ranking officials of the court, were quite knowledgeable.

They naturally knew the significance of the Nine Heavens!

Nine Heavens, one of the Upper Three Days.

One of the top existences in Cave Heaven Blessed Land.

Back then, even the Martial Saint at his peak faced such a presence and gained not the slightest advantage.

The reason why the Martial Saint and the Immortals’ Cave Heaven Blessed Land eventually coexisted peacefully was also due to the Upper Three Days.

At this moment, countless court officials’ eyes flickered with various expressions.

At such a time, the sudden emergence of the Nine Heavens forced them to contemplate deeply.

"Nine Heavens, Wang Yu, greets the Emperor!" The young man in the purple robe smiled lightly and bowed to Ji Minghao behind the imperial desk.

At this, Ji Minghao’s eyes narrowed slightly, then he stood up, a smile appearing on his face.

"So it is the Immortal Envoy from the Nine Heavens visiting; I regret not welcoming you from afar and I hope the envoy won’t mind."

Though his words were courteous, he maintained his imperial dignity.

Just then.

Prime Minister Li, who had been silent, suddenly stood up.

He adjusted his official robe, his gaze falling on the young man in the purple robe at the entrance, his voice steady.

"The Immortal Envoy of the Nine Heavens comes uninvited; I wonder what brings you here? This place is where the Great Xia Court conducts affairs, the banquet is set for state matters. If the envoy is here to celebrate, we naturally welcome you. If there is another purpose, please state it clearly and avoid misunderstandings."

As his voice fell, eyes in the hall turned to Wang Yu, and the atmosphere grew heavier.

At this moment, Wang Yu appeared leisurely, with a slight smile on his lips.

His gaze first paused on Prime Minister Li, then turned to Ji Minghao behind the imperial desk, and finally surveyed the whole room, his demeanor slightly elevated.

"Prime Minister Li need not worry! I, Wang Yu, come here without ill intent."

"Our Nine Heavens have connections with the Ji Clan’s ancestor. Recently hearing of the Martial Saint’s passing, our esteemed Lord knew that a crisis was looming over Great Xia, thus sent me to congratulate the Emperor and convey our Lord’s intention."

"The Nine Heavens wish to ally with Great Xia, to assist the Emperor in stabilizing the country and the throne."

After these words, Wang Yu bowed respectfully toward Ji Minghao.

At this moment, the hall fell silent, with civil and military officials glancing at each other, their expressions varied.

Ji Minghao also rose slowly.

"How can I trust you?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Yu smiled faintly.

"The Emperor should be aware of the origins of the Nine Heavens."

"The true lineage of the Heavenly Court lies with our Nine Heavens."

Just at this moment.

The Martial King suddenly stood up.

"The true lineage of the Heavenly Court lies with our Nine Heavens!!"

"Young man, you speak so grandiosely!"

Xiang Yuan sneered and then said, "Nine Heavens has been silent for hundreds of years, and now that the Martial Saint has just passed, you come here so arrogantly, do you think we are fools?"

"Noisy!" Snorted a follower behind the young man in the purple robe, and then suddenly moved.

In an instant.

Only a shadow flashed.

Boom—

A booming explosion resounded.

As everyone was yet to grasp the changes, Xiang Yuan’s stout form flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

Rumble—

A tremendous crash.

A pillar broke.

Xiang Yuan fell to the ground, spitting a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, everyone’s expressions changed dramatically.

Xiang Yuan’s strength was known to everyone present.

The Peak of First-Grade Martial Arts.

His body was so robust that divine weapons could not harm it a bit.

Even a wall made of fine iron would be knocked open without injuring him.

At this moment, Xiang Yuan merely collided with an ordinary stone pillar, yet fell and spat blood.

Such an eerie spectacle instantly shocked everyone.

And at this moment.

Xiao Wuque also stood before Xiang Yuan, placed a palm on him, and his face changed abruptly.

Inside Xiang Yuan, there was nothing, his Qi-Blood completely inert.

His muscles and bones, void of any luster.

Divine Power, even vanished into thin air.

All the power seemed to disappear in an instant.

Then, raising his head to look at the two followers who returned behind the young man in purple, his heart surged like a flood, with tumultuous waves.

Even just a follower possessed such strength.

With one palm, he eliminated all of Xiang Yuan’s power.

Such enigmatic, profound means made a subtle sense of fear arise within him.

"Upper Three Days, is this the Upper Three Days?" He thought.

"No matter!" Xiang Yuan’s weak voice sounded in Xiao Wuque’s ear.

At this moment, Xiao Wuque also sensed that everything Xiang Yuan just lost was slowly returning.