Huangxiu

Chapter 1075 Ascension
If one gets old and has been emperor for a long time, one may become weary of it.

His Majesty has only been emperor for a short time, and he is doing an excellent job. His prestige is growing, and he is deeply loved by the people.

Moreover, she was in the prime of her life, not yet married, and had not yet experienced the beauty of the mortal world; she was like a flower that had just begun to bloom.

At that moment, how could she possibly be thinking about leaving?

Leaving this group of people who love and support her, leaving this prosperous dynasty, leaving this supreme throne?

In the vast city of Tianjing, people looked up at the ever-growing Emperor's Sword.

The Emperor's Sword grew brighter and brighter.

They all clearly saw the scene depicted on the Emperor's Sword.

I saw hundreds of millions of people prostrating themselves in worship and dancing during the sacrificial ceremony.

I saw hundreds of millions of people working hard in the mountains and forests, and fishing in small boats on the waves.

These scenes disregard distance limitations and are projected clearly into their eyes.

They were inexplicably deeply moved, as if they had been immersed in the scene and become one of it.

They worked hard alongside him, risked their lives at sea, and worshipped and served the emperor.

Their spirits became tranquil and serene, and their hearts were cleansed and peaceful.

All selfish thoughts and distractions were cleared away, leaving only the most fundamental reverence.

Respect and admiration for the Emperor's Sword.

Chu Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Through his supernatural perception, the Emperor's Sword appeared to have transformed into a massive vortex.

Wisps of golden light drifted towards the enormous vortex from all directions.

The vortex gradually emitted golden light, and as more and more golden rays surged from all directions, the golden light became increasingly intense.

The golden light made the Emperor's Sword even brighter, transforming it into a rising sun.

The light was so intense that it was impossible to look directly at it.

Chu Zhiyuan immediately realized that the time was truly approaching, and Li Hongzhao would ascend to immortality.

A strange sense of reluctance and worry welled up in his heart.

Although his intuition told him that there was no danger in this ascension, he was still inexplicably worried.

A streak of light flew out from his sleeve and shot towards Li Hongzhao.

Li Hongzhao stood solemnly, looking up at the sky. Her beautiful face was bathed in golden light, giving her a sense of holiness, like a goddess.

She was still staring at the Emperor's Sword, but suddenly reached out her jade hand to catch the stream of light.

It was a small, transparent knife.

Exquisite and delicate, like an ice sculpture.

She turned to look at Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Take it with you."

Li Hongzhao nodded slightly.

This attracted the attention of the surrounding royal family members, who all glared at Chu Zhiyuan.

Under the golden light, this scene was witnessed by everyone in Tianjing City.

They were all talking about it.

"Who is this?"

"You don't recognize him? That Prince Yuan of the Great Jing!"

"This is Prince Yuan?"

"I've long admired your name; today I finally get to see what you look like in person!"

“She is quite a good match for our Emperor.”

"Sh-!"

"What's wrong with saying this? This Prince Yuan has done immeasurable good deeds and has made great contributions to our Great Meng. He even met His Majesty when he was still a nobody."

"He is, after all, the heir apparent of the Great Jing Dynasty."

"So what? Once you become His Majesty's man, you will naturally be one of us, the Great Mongol."

……

Chu Zhiyuan neither heard these discussions nor cared about them.

The super-sensory eye was constantly focused on the Emperor's Sword, observing the details of the ascension, not missing a single change.

The Emperor's Sword resembled a giant vortex; after its golden light shone brightly, it began to emanate powerful energy.

The vast and immense power is not dispersed, but rather focused on a single point.

The next moment, Li Hongzhao was radiant with golden light, making it impossible to see her face clearly; only an outline could be seen.

Chu Zhiyuan raised his voice and asked, "How is it?"

Li Hongzhao's voice drifted over: "Very well, I'm off!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she transformed into a golden light and shot straight toward the Emperor's Sword.

The Emperor's Sword once again burst forth with dazzling golden light. Only golden light filled the world; people closed their eyes, yet tears still streamed down their faces.

Yet, the image of Li Hongzhao transforming into a golden light and shooting towards the Emperor's Sword still appeared before my eyes.

Chu Zhiyuan also closed his eyes, but his supernatural senses continued to illuminate the cave.

The vortex formed by the Emperor's Sword suddenly spun around.

Originally absorbing the power of merit and faith from heaven and earth, it now emitted a golden light.

Golden light shot towards the sky, reaching straight into the depths of the dark clouds.

A moment later, a golden beam of light that pierced through the heavens and earth slowly descended, landing on the Tongtian Altar and on Li Hongzhao in the center of the altar.

It is one meter in diameter and stretches from heaven to earth.

Li Hongzhao turned her head to look at Chu Zhiyuan, then lifted her feet off the ground.

Her yellow robes fluttered, the beaded curtain of her imperial crown swayed, and she soared upwards within the pillar of light, shooting straight into the clouds.

As she was about to disappear, she waved to Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and waved his hand.

A fairy mountain faintly appears in the clouds.

The mountains rise majestically, and amidst the dense forests, cranes soar across the landscape, upon which sit figures of immortals in flowing robes and wide belts.

The cry of the crane seemed to echo from afar in everyone's heart.

Along with the cry of the crane came the gentle tolling of bells and the sound of a zither.

The sounds of cranes, bells, and zithers, combined with the picturesque peaks, create a captivating atmosphere that inspires longing.

It looks like a fairy mountain.

Is this the destination of the Great Mongol Emperor's ascension?

Chu Zhiyuan was also invigorated.

He clearly sensed that this was not an illusion, not a mirage, but a real existence.

This is clearly the Heavenly Sword Sect.

What exactly is the Heavenly Sword Sect? How does one cultivate such a divine weapon as the Emperor's Sword?
The Emperor's Sword's clone is meant to gather the hearts and minds of the people and their merits, but what about the Emperor's Sword itself?

We must also gather the hearts and minds of the people and their merits.
What kind of world is Biyuan Heaven, where the Heavenly Sword Sect is located?

He was filled with curiosity and was just waiting for Li Hongzhao to come over so he could find out the truth.

On the fairy mountain amidst the clouds, one can see Li Hongzhao gracefully descending.

A white crane swept across the sky and caught Li Hongzhao, carrying her towards the summit of the immortal mountain.

At this point, the scenery of Tianjian Mountain gradually faded.

Until Li Hongzhao landed on the white crane and drifted down to a white jade square.

This spacious white jade plaza leads to a grand palace via ninety-nine white jade steps.

The three large characters "Tianjian Palace" shimmered in the sunlight, shining brightly along with the glazed tiles on the roof.

At this point, the spectacle dissipated, and the strange phenomena in the sky disappeared.

There was no trace of the Emperor's Sword.

Even with heightened senses, the Emperor's Sword is still visible.

The Emperor's Sword is no longer as solid as it once was; it is now like a piece of water in a lake, its form shifting between reality and illusion.

This clearly required a huge amount of effort and needs to be slowed down.

Chu Zhiyuan was satisfied, feeling that he had finally figured out the mystery of ascension.

After absorbing the power of faith, vows, and merits, the Emperor Sword infused its own body with its power, breaking through the spatial constraints and guiding Li Hongzhao into the Heavenly Sword Sect of Biyuan Heaven.

He focused his mind and sensed the aura of the throwing knife.

Just in case, no thoughts were infused into this throwing knife; it was not a clone, but merely connected to one's own mind.

It can sense the knife and can reach it at any time.

He felt it wasn't the right time yet and that he needed to wait until Li Hongzhao had settled down before going over.

Moreover, he gained some other benefits.

The confidence in my mind increased again.

The scene he had witnessed reminded the people of Da Meng of his merit in eliminating the evil sect, which greatly increased his faith.

He turned to look at the bewildered members of the royal family, as well as Li Biyang.

Li Biyang looked excited.

The Li Hongzhao of today is the Li Hongzhao of the future.

Seeing this real and authentic scene of ascension, he was immediately filled with fighting spirit and wished he could start cultivating desperately right now and ascend as soon as possible.

Chu Zhiyuan clasped his hands in a fist salute to Li Biyang and said, "Please allow me to take my leave now. Until we meet again."

Li Biyang was about to speak when Chu Zhiyuan disappeared with a smile.

Li Biyang sighed helplessly.

(End of this chapter)