Starting as the young master of a medicine shop, he practiced swordsmanship for twenty years.

Chapter 351 is over!
In an instant, the air inside the entire Golden Palace seemed to freeze.

The surging spiritual energy fluctuations around the ten sect leaders instantly subsided, as if a candle flame had been extinguished by an invisible hand.

Outside the hall, ginkgo leaves were falling, eerily suspended in mid-air.

The dewdrops on the leaf veins still held their precarious, almost-fallen state.

At this moment, the entire spacetime seemed to be paused, and even the tiniest specks of dust stopped moving.

The leaders of the ten major sects above the void all had their backs tense, and even their breaths unconsciously lingered in their throats.

Lu Xuan exuded a chilling aura, carrying an overbearing arrogance that seemed to look down upon the world.

This clearly indicates that the person standing above them is very likely a terrifying being above the Nascent Soul stage.

At this moment, the minds of the leaders of the ten major sects were completely blank.

It should be noted that within a few thousand years, cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage had almost disappeared.

That legendary realm has not appeared in this world for countless years.

Among the crowd was the Valley Master of Liuyan Valley, who had previously been arrogant and clamoring to make Lu Xuan pay for his blood debt.

At this moment, it seemed as if all its momentum had been drained away.

The Valley Master of Liuyan Valley's old face twitched violently, his usually dignified and awe-inspiring face contorting.

Instantly, he put on an extremely fawning smile, his wrinkles revealing humility, his eyes filled with flattery and awe.

In everyone's shocked eyes.

This old monster, who had dominated the cultivation world for hundreds of years, suddenly knelt down in the void.

"This junior is here to respectfully await your arrival, senior!"

He kowtowed deeply, his bowing gesture utterly submissive.

His voice trembled, his tone full of flattery and obsequiousness: "Senior!"

"We have already prepared everything you need and are waiting for your arrival day and night."

"Now that the senior has finally arrived, I am overjoyed."

"It is our greatest honor to serve you, senior!"

Above the void, the performance of the leaders of the other nine major sects was even more dismal.

The hem of Mo Tianlong's Daoist robe fluttered even without wind. This usually dignified and otherworldly old man was now deathly pale, and his lips trembled uncontrollably.

He had cultivated the "Pilgrimage Dragon Technique" for over seven hundred years, yet he couldn't even circulate it.

The immense spiritual power within him was like a frozen river.

Deng Cangri of the Canglan Tianfu Sect gritted his teeth, as he was one of the most powerful sect leaders among the ten.

He was known for his sharp and intimidating manner, but at this moment he didn't even have the courage to look up and meet that figure in the eye.

His prized "True Meaning of the Azure Waves Technique" was curled up in the Nascent Soul's sea of ​​consciousness, emitting a mournful tremor.

Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his black robes remaining perfectly still under the invisible pressure, his cold, abyss-like eyes slowly sweeping over everyone present.

When his gaze swept over the obsequious face of the Valley Master of Liuyan Valley, the chill intensified, as if it could freeze the hypocritical smile into frost.

However, Lu Xuan's gaze did not linger for long, and in a short while, it landed on the center surrounded by the leaders of the ten major sects.

On a crystal-clear golden jade seal.

The golden jade seal hovered in mid-air, its golden light surging, its dazzling brilliance almost piercing the sky.

The surging spiritual energy, like rolling waves, had clearly returned to its peak state.

Lu Xuan's method of nourishing the imperial seal with the blood essence of the royal family was no secret.

While waiting for Lu Xuan, the leaders of the ten major sects also took the opportunity to transform the national treasure jade seal into a celestial artifact.

For this reason, the ten of them did not hesitate to slaughter the bloodline of the Dragon Roar royal family.

The lifeblood of countless royal relatives and nobles was forcibly extracted and offered as a sacrifice to this jade seal.

Ultimately, it broke through its limitations and became this celestial artifact capable of changing the world.

"We respectfully bid farewell to our senior..."

The ten sect leaders shouted in unison, their heads bowed, their posture so humble as to be almost invisible.

They watched helplessly as Lu Xuan casually took away the jade seal that had transformed into a celestial artifact, yet they didn't dare to even breathe loudly.

The difference between the Nascent Soul stage and the perfected Nascent Soul stage may seem to be only a hair's breadth, but in reality, they are worlds apart.

The Valley Master of Liuyan Valley pressed his forehead against the void, cold sweat soaking through the back of his robes.

As a cultivator at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage, he understood better than anyone what this gap meant.

That's the difference between an ant and an eagle, a stream and a vast ocean.

Those who have attained divine transformation can command the immense power of heaven and earth with a single thought.

Even the strongest Nascent Soul cultivators are still struggling within the realm of "mortal power".

Human power has its limits, but the universe is boundless...

The leader of the Chaolong Holy Sect murmured softly, his Dao heart trembling.

He cultivated for over nine hundred years, and only today did he truly understand the meaning of this sentence.

In the void, Lu Xuan's figure had already faded away.

But that terrifying pressure still weighed on everyone's heart as if it were a tangible reality.

Only after confirming that the terrifying being had truly left did the ten sect leaders dare to slowly straighten up.

puff! ! !
The Valley Master of Liuyan Valley suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning ashen.

It turned out that his excessive fear had caused his spiritual energy to surge back, damaging his heart meridian.

The once powerful and influential Valley Master of Liuyan Valley was now trembling like a frail old man.

There's nothing we can do about it; who could have predicted this?

One day, a mighty old monster at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm might be killed by someone's finger at any time.

Even the most composed person would find it difficult to withstand such a huge shock and disappointment.

Upon seeing this, one of the sect leaders showed no sympathy whatsoever, and instead sneered.

"Old ghost Yan Zhen, weren't you the best at flattery just now?"

"How come they're the most seriously injured now?"

"you!"

The Valley Master of Liuyan Valley glared angrily, but dared not use his internal energy to heal his injuries, for fear of causing any disturbance.

He could only suppress his injuries and grit his teeth, saying, "Why should Palace Master Chu make a fuss over being just as bad as I am?"

The Valley Master of Liuyan Valley raised his hand to wipe the bloodstains from his lips and sneered, "That oppressive aura just now swept across the entire area, and you and I were both among them."

"I refuse to believe you'll be unharmed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air around him seemed to freeze.

When Lu Xuan appeared just now, his seemingly calm and imposing aura actually concealed a deadly move.

That invisible power of heaven and earth, like a sharp blade, scraped through everyone's souls, and none of the ten sect leaders present were spared.

The white-haired old man, known as the Lord of Chu Palace, swayed slightly, and his originally rosy complexion instantly turned ashen white.

As if his veil of shame had been ripped off in public, a flicker of panic crossed his eyes.

"absurd!"

The Chu Palace Master abruptly flung his sleeve, his aged voice filled with barely concealed anger and embarrassment.

"I'm too lazy to waste my breath on a bunch of trash like you who can't even protect themselves!"

Before he finished speaking, his spiritual energy suddenly surged, transforming into a white light that shot through the air, leaving only a long afterimage.

The escape of the Palace Master Chu was like an invisible signal. The remaining nine sect leaders exchanged glances, all understanding each other without saying a word.

They didn't say another word, their bodies flashing with spiritual light as they each unleashed their unique escape techniques.

In the blink of an eye, they sped off in different directions, east, west, south, and north.

In the blink of an eye, it vanished into the misty sky, leaving behind only a devastated battlefield. As the last whooshing sound faded, the ruins, which had witnessed such a cataclysmic event, fell into a deathly silence.

After a long while, a faint murmur came from beneath the broken walls and ruins, like a sob or a sigh.

Pushing aside the charred fragments of the beams and pillars, one could see Emperor Longming slumped in a pool of blood.

The dragon crown, once a symbol of nobility, now hangs crookedly on his head.

The auspicious dragon pattern embroidered with gold thread was stained beyond recognition by blood.

His eyes were empty and lifeless, staring blankly into the void, blood constantly spilling from the corner of his mouth.

He was like a puppet who had lost his soul.

It was bad enough that the Imperial Seal of the Nation was taken away by the ten sect leaders, but what pained Emperor Longming the most was that...

The royal bloodline was almost completely wiped out.

The once illustrious Dragon Roar royal family is now reduced to a handful of members.

This upheaval was like a catastrophe, completely eroding the foundation of the Longming Dynasty.

At this moment, Emperor Longming had lost not only the imperial seal that symbolized the dynasty's succession, but also several sons of pure blood.

He was arguably the most tragic figure in this whole affair.

However, how could those Nascent Soul experts with extraordinary cultivation levels care about the rise and fall of a mortal dynasty?

In their eyes, the Dragon Roar Dynasty was nothing more than a small pawn on the chessboard of the cultivation world.

Now that the chess pieces are broken, they naturally have no regrets and leave to continue pursuing that elusive and illusory path.

As for the fate of the people and the tragedy of the royal family after the dynasty's collapse.

In the world of powerful cultivators, it is never worth mentioning.

The Sun-Devouring Dynasty!

"Damn it, how does Lu Xuan know this secret?!"

"impossible!"

"The ten jade seals distributed by the Holy Ancestor are a peerless secret known only to the emperors who devoured the sun throughout history."

Exclamations of surprise echoed through the empty palace, the reverberations reverberating against the gilded dragon-patterned jade pillars and causing the luminous pearls on the beams to sway slightly.

The Emperor of the Sun Slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly, the hem of his black dragon robe sweeping away the memorials on the table, revealing a storm of shock in his eyes: "Just who is that person?!"

This emotionless, hoarse question, carrying an aura exceeding the perfection of the Nascent Soul realm, made the air in the entire hall thick and sticky.

"Just who is this Lu Xuan?!"

"Could he be a reincarnation of an immortal?"

The Emperor of the Sun Devouring had his withered fingers gripping the armrests of the dragon throne tightly.

The gold-inlaid jade decoration cracked at the fingertips, revealing fine, spiderweb-like lines.

Despite being in his eighties, a faint glimmer of light shines through his silver-white hair.

The aura of a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator, like a lurking ferocious beast, stirred up gusts of wind within the hall.

Beneath the dragon throne, ten middle-aged princes dressed in python robes had already prostrated themselves on the ground.

Their foreheads were pressed against the cold gold bricks, and they dared not even breathe too heavily.

One by one, the veins on their necks bulged, and their brocade robes were soaked with cold sweat, under the dual pressure of the raging emperor's oppressive aura and the unknown threat.

All the scheming and backstabbing thoughts he usually had vanished, leaving only a heart full of fear.

Lu Xuan, who knew the taboos of the Sun-Swallowing Dynasty, had already obtained the Ten Jade Seals.

His next step will inevitably be...
Without needing to be told, even the most dull-witted person could guess the answer.

"They want the heirloom jade seal of the Devouring Sun Dynasty!"

"Don't think about it!"

The roar of the Sun-Devouring Emperor, carrying the immense pressure of a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator, shook the entire Golden Palace, causing it to vibrate.

His cloudy eyes burned with an almost manic rage, as if he were determined to defend the last vestiges of the dynasty's dignity to the death.

However, before the Emperor of the Sun-Devouring Emperor's harsh words had even faded, the sky suddenly trembled violently.

The walls on the palace dome were meticulously carved from millennia-old spiritual crystals.

It crumbled inch by inch under the erosion of an invisible force, turning into dust everywhere.

Fine, crystalline dust drifted in the wind, resembling a dazzling yet eerie snowfall.

The once solemn and majestic palace was exposed to the blinding sunlight.

A dark figure emerged from the void like a ghost, its imposing aura arriving even before its form was revealed.

The newcomer stood suspended in mid-air, surrounded by a chilling aura of spiritual power.

It was Lu Xuan.

Lu Xuan looked down at the crowd below, who resembled ants, and his icy voice seemed to come from the deepest hell: "Hand over the Imperial Seal, and I will spare your lives!"

The Sun-Devouring Emperor remained frozen in place, his eyes wide with fury.

The arrogance they had displayed vanished instantly under this terrifying pressure.

Just then, a prince dressed in a magnificent python robe suddenly sprang to his feet, drew his sword from his waist, and roared hoarsely, "You audacious madman!"

"You dare to be arrogant in front of the Sun-Swallowing Dynasty, I..."

Before he could finish his harsh words, an invisible force enveloped him.

In an instant, the prince's body swelled at a visible speed, veins bulged under his skin, and his facial features became distorted.

With a loud bang, his body exploded like a crimson firework, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

Minced meat and entrails scattered everywhere, staining the gold-brick-paved ground crimson.

Screams and cries of terror erupted throughout the hall. The remaining princes, terrified, collapsed to the ground, no longer having the courage to resist.

"Die!"

There was not a trace of grief over the loss of his son in the Emperor of the Sun's crimson pupils.

Its withered face, twisted and grotesque, appeared terrifying.

As the shout rang out, the spiritual energy surrounding him suddenly materialized.

The Emperor of the Sun slowly raised his right hand, holding a jade seal as black as an abyss in his palm.

An immense and majestic pressure exploded outwards from the jade seal, instantly turning the clouds within a hundred miles in ink.

This aura of the immortal artifact was extremely domineering, and wherever it passed, the air emitted a piercing crackling sound.

The spirit bricks on the ground cracked inch by inch, and even the space itself rippled with distortion.

Compared to the ten jade seals Lu Xuan had previously collected, the power emanating from this legendary jade seal was like an ocean compared to a stream.

The Sun-Devouring Emperor laughed maniacally, his turbid eyes flashing with an almost obsessive madness: "This is the treasure of my Sun-Devouring Dynasty that has suppressed countless ages. Even Nascent Soul cultivators will perish here!"

"Today I will show you, you madman, what true power of heaven and earth is!"

As the words fell, the black patterns on the surface of the jade seal suddenly burst forth with a dazzling, eerie light.

A pitch-black vortex that devours everything slowly took shape in the void.

Lu Xuan's lips curled into a faint smile. He nodded slightly, his tone as calm as if he were discussing the weather.

"You're right! A Nascent Soul cultivator will indeed die from this attack!"

Before the Sun-Devouring Emperor could react, Lu Xuan's slender fingers had already slowly risen.

"Unfortunately, I am not a Nascent Soul cultivator!"

A deep blue light burst forth from his fingertips, instantly filling the entire imperial city!

Every inch of air, every grain of dust, is tinged with this deep, starry blue.

Above the sky, an endless torrent of spiritual energy poured down like a celestial river, yet it obediently gathered into a vortex at Lu Xuan's fingertips.

"it's over!"

(End of this chapter)