Chapter 508 - 341: Seizing the World’s Source! Return to the Celestial Martial Realm! (Part 2)

Chapter 508: Chapter 341: Seizing the World’s Source! Return to the Celestial Martial Realm! (Part 2)

That was clearly a sign of invoking the grand power of the world, beyond the limits a mortal could reach.

"You are a Land Immortal!"

Emperor Qingtian staggered back half a step, the golden crown tassels shook violently, and his pale face took on a bluish-gray under the moonlight.

His voice was laced with ice shards, each word squeezed out through gritted teeth.

This emperor, revered as the most powerful ruler, couldn’t even control the trembling of his fingers.

A Land Immortal, a legendary being who could invoke the grand power of the world, changing the heavens and earth with a mere gesture.

And such a person was standing alive right in front of them!

The words ’Emperor Qingtian’ were like a heavy hammer, shattering the courage of everyone present.

Despair swept across everyone’s hearts, some collapsing to their knees, weapons clattering to the ground.

Some were twisted with fear, yet their courage to flee was utterly crushed.

Who in this world could contend with a Land Immortal?

........

Twenty years passed in the blink of an eye, like a white horse galloping past a crevice.

At this moment, it was the tenth year since the founding of the Xuanming Dynasty.

Looking back to those days, the Lu Family raised the battle flag, leading an army of a million wolves and tigers, traversing the seas and crushing barriers on all sides with their iron hooves.

After ten years of battles, Lu Jinyun and the others swept through the four great dynasties, ending the prolonged era of division, and reuniting the mountains and rivers.

From then on, the world became one home, and the realm was unified.

The name ’Xuanming Dynasty’ had deep origins.

It was named after the founding sacred ancestor, Emperor Lu Xuan.

The word ’Xuan’ inherited the great power of the sacred ancestor, and ’Ming’ held profound meaning.

The intention was to inspire future generations to emulate the sacred ancestor emperor, to rule the world with benevolence and to bring clear governance to the people, so that the brilliance of sacred virtue would always shine upon humanity.

However, there was a peculiar matter about the Xuanming Dynasty.

Though it bore the name of the sacred ancestor emperor, for twenty whole years, Emperor Lu Xuan never showed his true face to the world.

All state affairs were managed by Crown Prince Lu Jinyun.

Additionally, there were three prince consorts assisting diligently, namely Lu Jinhua and his two brothers.

United in heart, the four brothers managed to govern the vast dynasty successfully.

Yet the figure of the sacred ancestor emperor Lu Xuan remained a mystery lingering in everyone’s mind.

The flying eaves of Xuanming Palace pierced the twilight, its foundation laid upon the ruins of the Daqian Palace.

The shattered vermillion beams of the past transformed into new glazed tiles.

On the overgrown ruins, towering palaces rose from the ground.

The new dynasty’s location choice was not to project grandeur, but to be closer to the sacred ancestor emperor.

When the last ray of the setting sun disappeared behind the palace walls, the solemnity of the daytime in the pilgrimage hall faded away.

The gilded candle stands flickered in the corridor breeze, casting shadows that made the scales on the dragon columns come alive.

Lu Jinyun, draped in a gold-threaded robe with four-claw dragons, the dark patterns on the hem like surging waves of the Jiang River, shimmered with fine golden light as he moved.

Lu Jinhua and the other two prince consorts wore three-claw python robes, with jade belts adorned with Qingyu, emanating a cold glow in the shadows.

The four sat on the floor, their dragon and python patterns trailing to the ground.

In a trance, it was as if they returned to childhood, curled up at their father’s knee, listening to him recount the warm times of the Tiger Split Saber Skill.

"Second brother, it’s been twenty years already..."

Lu Jinchang suddenly spoke, repeatedly stroking the gold thread on his dragon robe.

His temples were frosted, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were etched with twenty years of courtly storms.

But as inner strength coursed vigorously, his aura remained as sharp and restrained as in his prime.

The flickering candlelight illuminated the worries in his eyes: "Father, I wonder how he is."

Two decades, enough time to turn black hair to white snow.

Lu Jinhua looked at the similar brow and eyes of his three brothers, suddenly recalling his own face in the mirror.

Although he was past his prime, due to the nourishment of abundant inner strength, he still appeared vigorous at fifty.

Yet in the deep quiet of night, he always remembered the night before their father entered seclusion.

That time the world changed, Lu Xuan invoked immense power, pushing all four to the unparalleled Grandmaster Realm.

The vast Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi surged into their meridians like flooding tides, the searing pain spread from the marrow to every inch of skin.

Until they broke through the pinnacle of the Grandmaster.

"Jinyun, Jinhua, Jin....."

Their father’s familiar calls echoed thunderously in the vast pilgrimage hall.

The gilt candle flame suddenly shot up three inches, twisting the shadows on the dragon columns into grotesque shapes.

The gold thread of the dragon robe in Lu Jinyun’s hands suddenly heated, and he abruptly lifted his head.

At the threshold of the hall, a shadow in dark robes approached with moonlight, the hem sweeping over the floor, leaving faint golden patterns on the stone slabs.

After twenty years, their father stood there, as tall and straight as a pine.

The once frost-white temples had transformed into jet-black silky hair, and the wrinkles on his face had completely faded, making it as youthful as that of a twenty-something youth, almost eerily so.

Only those eyes remained as deep as an abyss, emanating an awe-inspiring pressure that shook both heaven and earth.

"Father, you—!"

Lu Jinyun and the other three suddenly sprang up, a gust of wind tearing through the air.

In just an instant, all four were kneeling in unison behind Lu Xuan.

With his back to Lu Jinyun and the others, Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind him, the silk sash of his luxurious robe flowing without wind.

"Transforming into transcendence, shattering the void."

The voice seemed to carry the sound of winds through myriad valleys and the rhythm of the stars’ movements.

"Henceforth, everything will depend on yourselves."

Before the words had dissipated, Lu Jinchang suddenly noticed the floor tiles under his father’s feet cracking at a visible speed.

As the cobweb-like pattern spread, the solid tiles turned into fine golden powder.

"I’m leaving now."

This sentence was like a thunderbolt on a clear day.

Lu Jinyun abruptly looked up, just in time to catch the afterimage of his father’s robe as he turned away.

In that afterimage, a spectacle of mountains and rivers in turmoil and celestial bodies shining together appeared.

Before they could speak, a dazzling light had already bloomed from Lu Xuan’s palm.

A golden treasured saber slowly rose.

Within the shimmering aura of the saber, one could vaguely see the phantoms of nine giant tigers, each exhaling and inhaling the Primordial Qi of Heaven and Earth.

"This saber can be activated nine times."

Lu Xuan flicked his finger against the saber’s spine, and the clear ringing made the Luminous Pearl on the dome tremble.

As soon as the words were finished, Lu Xuan’s figure had transformed into a myriad of golden lights.

The golden saber hovered in mid-air, its blade suddenly bursting with blinding radiance, illuminating the faces of the four brothers with shock and sorrow.

Above the Nine Heavens, countless golden light spots converged to form Lu Xuan’s body.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (First Life)

Realm: Celestial Human (Perfect)

Cultivation Technique: Tiger Split Saber Skill 30/9

Points: 20 million

The Realm of Heavenly Human Unity.

When Lu Xuan fully stepped into the Realm of Heavenly Human Unity, his body was filled with power as vast as a sea.

This power was endless, as if it was born with the heaven and earth, shining alongside the sun and moon.

He slightly squinted his eyes, with countless starlights swirling in them, seemingly able to penetrate the mysteries of time and space.

Although the celestial human realm far surpassed the True Monarch of Hole Void from the Celestial Martial Realm, it was slightly inferior to the Earth Venerable Lord.

But it’s enough!

Looking at the void before him, Lu Xuan was not here without purpose.

From the moment he stepped into the Celestial Human Realm, Lu Xuan sensed the malice of this world towards him.

Unlike the subtle rejection of the Celestial Martial Realm, the malice here had already solidified.

Like an invisible giant hand, it roamed the void to seek Lu Xuan’s whereabouts.

Trying to expel him or obliterate him on the spot!

Thinking of this, Lu Xuan’s lips curved into a confident smile, as the power of celestial unity surged from around him.

In an instant, the previously silent sky exploded, with tens of thousands of thunders cascading down from the Nine Heavens.

Violet lightning dragons roared and shuttled around Lu Xuan, weaving into an impenetrable cage of thunder and lightning.

The world’s will was giving Lu Xuan two choices.

To choose to shatter the void and leave here.

Or fall under the myriad tribulations of thunder!

"Come on!"

Lu Xuan laughed heartily at the sky, with a surge of brilliance in his eyes, abruptly extending his right hand to seize the violet-gold lightning flickering at the storm’s core.

This was indeed the Power of Origin of the world, condensed into the power of thunder and lightning!

It was also Lu Xuan’s ultimate goal for which he ventured into peril and provoked the world’s will!

Rumble! Rumble, crash!

The boundless void suddenly twisted, and the original lightning cage instantly turned into a surging sea of thunder.

Countless pillars of lightning thundered down from the sky, gathering into a violet-gold ocean at Lu Xuan’s feet.

Every lightning bolt carried the Power of Law that could destroy everything, crushing space inch by inch and causing time to halt.

The world’s will had been completely infuriated by Lu Xuan’s actions; it intended to annihilate this daring thief of the world’s origin into nothingness.

However, before the sea of thunder descended, Lu Xuan had already abandoned this physical body.

The soul of the Red Dust Immortal fled, tearing through the endless void, returning to the Celestial Martial Realm!