Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 368-378 Fengtian Jingnan (Part 3)

A magnificent dragon boat, high in the clouds.

Banners obscured the sky, and heavenly soldiers stood in rows.

Seeing the large banner bearing the character "Song" flying high and feeling the immense power emanating from the military formation, both Li Siyuan and Li Cunxu's expressions changed.

If it were just a large army, they wouldn't be in such a predicament. After all, they are Grandmasters, and they can tell how many people are on their ships. In terms of troop strength, they still have the advantage.

But compared to the military force, the dragon boats carrying the army across the sky are undoubtedly more eye-catching.

Li Siyuan and Li Cunxu were both knowledgeable about military affairs, so they certainly knew what an elite force capable of flying through the sky and ignoring the barriers of mountains and seas meant.

Li Yisheng's illustrious reputation was half earned through his own efforts, and the other half was thanks to the "Flying Cavalry" Daoist soldiers who could control the wind and clouds.

However, no matter how strong the flying cavalry are, they still need a grandmaster to lead the formation in order to fly; they cannot do it on their own.

Objects are different; as long as there is a corresponding energy source, there are far fewer restrictions on their use.

Not to mention, the aura emanating from this enormous dragon boat was vaguely similar to the spiritual treasure stupa of Li Yisheng that they had seen before.

Li Cunxiao actually had such a trump card hidden away?
"I see now. He got the biggest benefit from the Songzhou incident! No wonder he was able to break through to the Grandmaster level before he was even thirty. It's all thanks to Lingbao!"

Li Cunxu gritted his teeth, and Li Siyuan's heart sank to the bottom.

The original plan was for the two of them to join forces, with Yang Shihou secretly backing them up, so that they could easily kill Li Cunxiao without any help from the enemy.

However, Lingbao's appearance disrupted all plans.

They had all followed Li Yisheng in his campaigns across the country, so how could they not know how powerful the spiritual treasure was?
Even if Li Cunxiao is just a newly promoted grandmaster, as long as he has a spiritual treasure, he can hide in a secret realm at any time. This alone makes him invincible!
Looking at the banner of Fengtian Jingnan, Li Cunxiao's murderous intent was clearly revealed—the First Master Party and the Third Master Party regarded the Thirteen Protectors as a thorn in their side, and the latter had long been prepared.
"Today is destined to end badly. Form the battle formation!"

At Li Siyuan and Li Cunxu's command, their Hengchong Army and the Silver Spear Army, being battle-hardened elites, quickly formed ranks under the leadership of several Taibao, even though they were shocked by the dragon boat in the sky.

With the support of thousands upon thousands of people, Li Cunxu and Li Siyuan's unease was somewhat relieved.

"Li Cunxiao! You raised an army without a just cause, abandoned your post, disturbed the Emperor, and plotted treason! Surrender now and await His Majesty's judgment; there is still room for redemption!"

Amidst the chilling atmosphere, a sonic boom surged from the ground, soaring into the heavens and dispelling the heavy clouds that obscured the Qianyang Palace, revealing the figure at the highest point.

"Boring," Li Cunxiao thought, and with a flick of his left hand, he obtained the Qiankun Bow.

“You traitors and rebels have seized power by forging imperial edicts. I’m too lazy to reason with you.”

His mind and spirit trembled, like ripples on water, mobilizing all the forces on the dragon boat.

On the bow arm of the Qiankun Bow, an invisible bowstring stretched backward, and in the sky, a jet-black arrow as large as a mountain quickly took shape.

During this process, there was a fierce wind and lightning, thunder and lightning, and dark clouds like tornadoes, as if it were a natural disaster.

Li Siyuan and Li Cunxu were shocked by what they saw, not only because of the opponent's decisiveness, but also because the power contained in this strike far exceeded the height that a newly promoted grandmaster could reach.

The power of the spiritual treasure's blessing is truly this great!
"This is bad! This kid has too many hidden cards. If we don't go all out, we might both perish here today!"

Li Cunxu gritted his teeth, and the image of Hayagriva manifested, growing to a hundred feet tall under the blessing of the military formation.

Li Siyuan only had eight thousand Hengchong troops, and the effect of the military formation's enhancement was not as good as Li Cunxu's, but his own realm was one level higher, making him a minor master.

The form of Kundali, holding a treasure vase, also manifested as a hundred feet tall, but even combined, it was still somewhat insufficient to face the mountain-sized arrow in the sky.

"Grand Tutor Yang!"

To the west of the battlefield, a fierce aura suddenly surged from the army formation, transforming into a one-horned, scaled dragon that arrived in an instant.

Li Cunxu looked at the middle-aged man holding the silver spear, pondered for a moment, and then sneered:
"Good brother, so you had already recruited Yang Shihou for your own use. Was this originally intended to be used against me?"

"Third brother, this is not the time for infighting. If we want to survive, we must unite to deal with Li Cunxiao."

Before the words were even finished, both of them felt a complex mix of emotions.

They thought they had the cat in the bag, but they were outmaneuvered.

They used to be close friends, but drifted apart for the sake of power. Now they've joined forces again, only to be driven to the brink by the last bodyguard Li Yisheng recruited.

"coming!"

In the blink of an eye, the black arrow took only a few dozen breaths to form.

In the blink of an eye, the tornado, carried by the arrow, shot out like a divine punishment from the heavens, and instantly flew down from the sky.

"kill!"

Of the three, Yang Shihou, who was originally supposed to be the last to act, made the first move.

He understood clearly that if things had gone according to the original plan, he could have served as a loyal subject who had helped the emperor rise to power, and whether he could have survived or made a name for himself, there would have been room for negotiation.

However, the truth is that Li Cunxiao's strength was unexpected, and it even took three people working together to resist him.

Needless to say, he was defeated and died. Even if he could hold out until Li Yisheng came out of the pass and stopped the dispute, he, as a former official of the Liang King, might be dragged out and made a scapegoat, becoming a victim of "sowing discord among the three kings".

On the contrary, if Li Siyuan kills Li Cunxiao and becomes the winner, he might have a sliver of hope.

Having figured all this out, he had no choice but to go all out, his true energy burning intensely throughout his body.

Before the black arrow even reached him, various wounds had already appeared on his one-horned, reverse-scaled dragon form. Many overlapping phantoms, holding knives and axes, were chopping at the dragon's body, as if mutilating themselves.

The enormous, one-horned silver dragon axe was embedded in his body, and although he showed signs of pain, he remained calm and still.

Beneath the strange and eerie appearance, a barrier shimmering with silver light burst forth, its inexplicable gentle power actually slowing down the onslaught of the pitch-black arrows.

"effective!"

Silver blood trickled from the corner of Yang Shihou's lips, and he felt a slight sense of relief.

Buddhist scriptures say that in his past lives, the World-Honored One was reborn as various strange beasts, such as the Lion King, the Elephant King, and the Deer King.

When he was a powerful poisonous dragon, he practiced the six perfections of generosity, patience, etc., in order to follow the Bodhisattva path. He left home to seek tranquility, went into the forest and trees, and fell asleep from exhaustion due to prolonged meditation.

The hunter, seeing the colorful patterns and variegated colors on its body, became greedy, pressed its head down with his staff, and peeled off its skin with a knife;
The dragon was strong and powerful, and thought that if it wanted to overthrow a country, it would be as easy as turning its hand, let alone a mere hunter. However, because of its adherence to the precepts, it did not hesitate to sacrifice its life, so it closed its eyes and held its breath, allowing the hunter to skin and pluck it without any remorse.

After losing his skin, he wanted to enter the water, but saw many small insects coming to eat his body. For the sake of the Buddha's path, he fed his body to the insects and thought that when he became a Buddha, he would use the Dharma to liberate the beings he had given alms to.

After making this vow, the dragon immediately died and was reborn in the Trayastrimsa Heaven.

His signature move, called "Rebirth in the Trayastrimsa Heaven," is derived from this story and is a trump card technique that uses injury to defend.

Just like the powerful poisonous dragon that the World-Honored One transformed into, he endured humiliation in this life in exchange for being reborn in the heavenly realm; his one-horned reverse-scale dragon Dharma form, which is based on self-harm, can be exchanged for a powerful defensive force far exceeding his own realm.

Using injury to defend, and using softness to overcome hardness, just as Yang Shihou himself had lofty ambitions to become a Buddha, but faced with Zhu Quanzhong's domineering nature and Li Siyuan's coercion when the Great Liang was in decline, he could only sacrifice himself and endure humiliation time and time again.

"Excellent! He is indeed a seasoned master, far superior to a newcomer!"

Seeing that the black arrow was blocked, Li Cunxu's expression brightened, and the solemnity on his face lessened.

The cultivation of a Grandmaster often takes decades. Among the three, he broke through the barrier the latest, becoming a Grandmaster only six years ago.

Currently, he has only condensed the thirty-six Heavenly Generals and Earthly Fiends, above the entry level, but not yet fully accomplished;
Li Siyuan became a grandmaster a few years earlier than him, condensing the fifty-four Heavenly Spirits and Earthly Fiends, and becoming a minor grandmaster;

Yang Shihou had been famous for a long time, and by the time Zhu Quanzhong became emperor, he was already a Grandmaster, one of the eighty-one Heavenly Spirits and Earthly Fiends.

In their view, Li Cunxiao had only recently broken through and was merely relying on the power of his spiritual treasure. Now that Yang Shihou was doing his best to block him, it created an opportunity for them.

Li Cunxu's true energy was boiling, stirring up the aura of ten thousand armies.

The blood and true energy of the more than 10,000 soldiers condensed into a mottled golden dragon, which circled around his feet. Li Cunxu's aura immediately rose from the entry-level grandmaster to the level of near completion, clearly indicating that he had used his trump card.

A jumbled golden dragon roared and soared into the sky, while Hayagriva flew up and soared straight into the heavens.

During this process, the Ming King's naked and strong body sprouted necklaces, bracelets, and celestial robes.

Strangely, this wrathful deity had transformed from its usual ferocious appearance into a jeweled crown, and its neck now bore an androgynous human head.

It is said that Hayagriva is the wrathful form of Avalokiteshvara, manifested to subdue demonic obstacles.

Dragons represent enlightened beings; in Zen Buddhism, those who attain Buddhahood are called great dragons. Guanyin, having attained enlightenment in the South China Sea, rides a dragon in the clouds and becomes a Bodhisattva.

Li Cunxu's "Guanyin Riding a Dragon" move is an attempt to attain supreme enlightenment and the status of Buddha.

Just like in reality, he was the son of a king, but his brilliance was overshadowed by his sworn brother. The green leaf wanted to become the red flower, and his suppressed ambition, like a poisonous dragon, was released today!

boom! ! ! ! ! !

The Horse-Headed Guanyin rode a dragon and soared into the sky, colliding with the jet-black arrow. The powerful force was instantly detonated, and endless purple-black lightning surged out like a tidal wave, causing the Milky Way to overflow.

The strength of an army lies in the combined power of its troops, with attacks overlapping and casualties shared among them.

However, in the instant the thunderous water surged down, Li Cunxu and Yang Shihou were alright, but the weaker soldiers under their command could not even withstand the aftershocks and died instantly from their bodies exploding.

Puffs of blood mist exploded, like firecrackers, from one end to the other. In the blink of an eye, nearly a thousand men in the two armies were reduced to minced meat, shocking Kang Junli and his group of bodyguards into a state of shock.

Is this really something Li Cunxiao did?!
"Li Cunxiao, the power of the spiritual treasure is so terrifying, do you think you can handle it?"

"Once your godfather emerges from seclusion, all your hidden secrets will be revealed. How will you face him then?!"

While preparing his ultimate move, Li Siyuan did not give up his psychological warfare tactics.

He suddenly realized that the one who should be most anxious right now is not them, but Li Cunxiao.

If he were merely a genius, then there would be no room for negotiation, and no one else could be crown prince except Li Cunxiao.

However, besides his unparalleled talent, the other party also possessed a magical treasure. As the saying goes, two tigers cannot share one mountain. Since both Li Cunxiao and Li Yisheng were masters of magical treasures, their relationship became delicate and dangerous.

Emperor Taizong of Qin was a powerful ruler for his time, but in his later years, even he had a deposed crown prince who died a bloody death at Xuanwu Gate.

Li Cunxiao is far too young, and the probability of him becoming a Grandmaster in the future is extremely high. Would he be willing to be the Crown Prince for more than a hundred years and wait for Li Yisheng to pass the throne to him after his death?
"It's not us who are about to die, it's you!"

Kundali Vidyaraja raised the precious vase high, and the nectar inside surged and roared like a tsunami.

With each surge, the radiance of the vase grew ever more dazzling, its golden-red glow flowing forth like a sky full of rosy clouds, an exquisite spectacle.
Kundali Vidyaraja, also known as Amrita Kundali Vidyaraja.

Kundali, also known as Kundika, means treasure vase; the gods put various famous medicines in the sea, rubbed them with a treasure mountain, and made them into nectar. Eating it will grant one immortality, and it is called the elixir of immortality.

Li Siyuan used the spiritual energy he accumulated daily to transform into sweet dew, storing it in a treasure bottle. When severely injured, he would pour the sweet dew over the wounds, and the "elixir of immortality" would restore him to his full strength once again, with an extremely terrifying effect.

However, he abandoned this chance to save his life and used it for offense.

With the fire of wrath, the sea of ​​nectar was ignited. The sea of ​​yang fire boiled, and with the domineering intent emanating from him, the image of the wrathful king swelled to a size of two hundred feet.

With his hands forming a mudra, a golden-red sun wheel condensed on the crown above his head, not only helping Li Cunxu and Yang Shihou withstand the lightning pool, but even pushing the lightning pool backwards and soaring into the sky!

The Great Power Sun Wheel Vase Seal!
He attained the position of Dharma King, enjoying boundless freedom. This is similar to receiving initiation and ordination in the world.

The ceremony of pouring water from the four great oceans onto the crown of a prince in a Buddhist kingdom as a gesture of blessing is a ritual performed during his coronation.

When a grandmaster makes a move, their ultimate technique is a manifestation of their own will.

Li Cunxiao was able to understand the will of the three by exchanging blows with them.

However, compared to the other party's turbulent emotions, the lightning in his palm seemed extremely cold and lifeless, as if the way of heaven was ruthless.

It was as if their desperate struggles could not stir up the slightest ripple.

"One only seeks self-preservation and aids the wicked, while the other two are arrogant and have ambitions of becoming kings and tyrants."

"Unfortunately, thinking too much ultimately leads to being utterly vulnerable!"

what? !

The void cracked open, and the Ten Directions Salvation Heavenly Venerables sat in the eight directions above and below. Thunderous magma roared and surged in the ten directions of hell, like the Milky Way hanging upside down.

In an instant, the situation, which had just begun to ease, became precarious again.

Yang Shihou’s Reverse Dragon Dharma Form shattered into pieces almost instantly, along with his physical body.
Li Cunxu's Guanyin was struck back to the Mingwang, the mixed golden dragon was shattered to pieces, and the thunderous liquid instantly washed away his flesh and blood, leaving only a body of jade-like bones.

Li Siyuan's pupils contracted, and without hesitation, he discarded the treasure bottle. The aftershocks of the exploding Golden Sun, combined with the impact of the Thunder Pool, instantly slaughtered thousands of Dao soldiers.

He himself was struck as if by lightning; his pores spewed forth blood like a fountain, and any plants, trees, or insects that were touched by it immediately began to grow wildly.

Seeing his opponent scream and transform into a streak of light, attempting to escape, Li Cunxiao didn't hesitate to draw his bow and nock an arrow. Just as he narrowed his eyes and locked onto the target, a shout suddenly rang out:
"King Song, spare his life!"

Five-colored light rushed in, and in the image of the peacock, the monk Zhiheng held a golden silk cloth, his face filled with anxiety.

'It was my godfather's backup plan! I knew it; he wouldn't want to see them killing each other!'

Li Siyuan's face lit up with wild joy. Ignoring the loss of his vital essence, he shouted at Zhiheng:
"Master, save me! Ugh!"

A large palm reached out from the void, and the immense power of heaven and earth locked away the true essence of the entire body.

Li Siyuan was like a chick, held tightly in Li Cunxiao's hand.

The latter glanced at Zhiheng, who was rapidly approaching, and felt somewhat helpless.

"Why did they have to come at this exact moment?"

"The mage should wait a while in the secret realm."

Swish!
With a thought, space distorted, and Zhiheng, who was still a hundred feet away from Li Cunxiao, froze in his expression. The next moment, he was teleported into the Dragon Palace Secret Realm.

Lightning surged in his palm, and Li Siyuan's head, filled with despair, shattered instantly.

Lightning bolts spread through the void like chains, and Yang Shihou, who was trying to piece together his shattered limbs, and Li Cunxu, who was working hard to grow bones and flesh, offered no resistance and were turned into charred dust.

"Li Cunxiao, you madman! You demon!"

With the leader dead, the soldiers who witnessed it all lost their composure. Without the guidance of a master, the negative emotions of thousands of people immediately turned against their commander. Kang Junli, Li Cunjin, and others almost lost their minds and cursed venomously.

Li Cunxiao remained expressionless, his gaze fixed on the leaders of the two armies. He raised his palm, forming a blade, and slashed diagonally—

Nearly a hundred heads, including those of the Taibao, fell to the ground, their hideous eyes now lifeless.

"Those who disarm and kneel will be spared death."

The icy voice was like a winter north wind, chilling to the bone. Nearly ten thousand remaining soldiers shivered, snapping out of their near-madness.

too fast.

They were all veterans from Hedong, people who had followed the Taibao gang across the north and south for over a decade, and a group who had unwavering faith in their strength.

But less than a quarter of an hour has passed since the start of the war, and the King of Qin, the King of Jin, and the Twelve Protectors have all become corpses.

is this real?
Am I dreaming?

Most people were still immersed in shock and doubt, but upon hearing Li Cunxiao's cold voice, many people instinctively threw down their weapons, knelt down, and looked up at the divine soldiers descending from the dragon boat.

"Brother, you're too strong." Li Guangyi, while directing his troops to guard the prisoners, couldn't help but turn around.

Not only him, but the other Dragon Armor Army soldiers and Imperial Dragon Guards also couldn't help but follow that tall figure with their eyes.

Our king is simply too powerful!
"Too weak. Ordinary grandmasters are no match for me."

"Li Yisheng is unaware of my strength, otherwise he wouldn't have only sent Zhiheng to keep things under control."

The bloodlust from the battlefield silently seeped into his body, and the light on the vajra rose and fell.

Li Cunxiao seemed to be deep in thought.

Yuhua Temple is indeed a sacred Buddhist site. Although it lost its land immortals after its decline, Zhiheng and Zhigang were both outstanding masters.

Li Yisheng must have been somewhat aware of Li Siyuan's forgery of the imperial edict, but he did not intervene.

The eldest and third brothers, both grandmasters, were facing Li Cunxiao alone, a two-on-one situation. But as soon as Zhiheng appeared, it would become a two-on-two battle.

Alternatively, Li Cunxiao could summon Qici to form a two-on-two alliance with Li Siyuan and Li Cunxu. However, as long as Zhiheng helps the weaker party, a balance can still be achieved.

In particular, Zhiheng cultivates the Peacock King Dharma Form, which is skilled in healing. Li Yisheng sent him here so that he could save anyone who wasn't completely dead, which shows how thoughtful he was.

The premise is that Li Cunxiao's strength is really as he thought.

"Unfortunately, you don't know."

The once invincible Heavenly King who weighed heavily on him and terrified him has had his invincible filter removed, revealing him as someone who struggles to maintain balance on the dragon throne through strength and political maneuvering.

Someone who also hesitates and is powerless to act.

and I?
As Li Cunxiao asked himself this question, a smile unconsciously bloomed on his lips.

"I have no limits."

In an instant, my heart was moved. Without the slightest hesitation, the golden light from the vajra poured out and surged into the Niwan point, where the three deities stood in a triangular formation.

The strange feeling of Haotian's perfection returned, and Li Cunxiao's primordial spirit immediately broke free from the constraints of his physical body, ascending to an infinite height.

From this seemingly superior perspective, he saw clearly.

On this battlefield, in addition to the malevolent energy created by the large number of deaths being absorbed into their bodies by the Vajra, there were also wisps of milky white energy rising from the bodies of Kang Junli, Li Cunjin, and others.

At the place where Yang Shihou, Li Cunxu, and Li Siyuan died, there were strands of golden threads that had unknowingly wrapped around his body.

With each additional strand of these milky white and pale gold silk threads, the image of the Jade Emperor solidified, even revealing the finest details of the folds in his robes.

The stronger the image of the Jade Emperor became, the more Li Cunxiao felt his connection with this world grew.

Without needing true essence as a fulcrum, it seems that with a single thought or idea, he can cause the earth to crack, rivers to flow backward, and rain to fall and clouds to gather.
It's as if I am this world itself, as if I wasn't born, but rather naturally free.

"The aura emanating from these people in high positions of power is what we call 'luck' or 'fortune'."

"To control the entire nation, to punish the disobedient, to unify the world, to gather the destiny of heaven, and to be the sole ruler."

At this moment, Li Cunxiao understood why Emperor Taizong of Qin was able to dominate the world.

Having reached this level, his strength can no longer be measured by the standards of ordinary martial artists.

Human destiny, national destiny, and fate.
The human body and the world, the nation and the world, the universe and the world.
The creator of the "Ancient Scripture of the Supreme God of Heaven" considered the nation, composed of hundreds of millions of people, as a "great man," starting from the microcosm of the human body and the macrocosm of the universe.

It takes mountains and rivers as its bones and blood, the common people as its muscles and flesh, the government offices scattered throughout the land as its acupoints, the central government as its core, and the emperor as its primordial spirit.

The emperor is like the North Star, high in the sky; his officials are like the Big Dipper; and the people are like stars surrounding him. This heart of one man is, in fact, the heart of millions!
Who can compare to the combined power of heaven and earth of one person?
"I am the world, I am the nation." This is the perfect state of the "Ancient Scripture of the Supreme God of Heaven"!

With this level of attainment, terrestrial immortals are nothing more than a fruit that can be easily obtained by him.

As soon as the thought was uttered, the 108 Heavenly Generals and Earthly Fiends within the inner realm instantly transformed into primordial spiritual and demonic energy. The inner realm lost its support and collapsed into the shape of a chicken egg.

Li Guangyi, the Dragon Armor Army soldiers, and even the prisoners all felt a sudden darkness before their eyes, plunging them into a state of confusion and bewilderment.

Here, the clear and the turbid are mixed together, there is no dawn or dusk, no sun or moon, and one cannot even feel one's own existence. All five senses are stripped away, and the eternal, unchanging stillness drives people mad.

What was clearly just a few breaths felt like a decade or a century to everyone else.

Just as they were about to go mad with their ignorance and despair, "God" appeared.

Eight arms stretched out, seemingly grasping the folds of the void, pulling apart the gray chaos inch by inch.

Vast ocean, continent, high sky.

This was a primordial world, an absolutely pure world, a miniature world, where people even saw themselves staring in disbelief, gazing up at the ruler of heaven and earth.

Those were three pairs of eyes that filled the sky.

Those in the center are indifferent, those on the left are harsh, and those on the right are compassionate.

The First-Rank Heavenly Official of the Upper Yuan Festival bestows blessings from the Jade Emperor;

The Second-Rank Earth Official of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Heavenly Venerable grants forgiveness;
The third-rank water official of the Lower Yuan Dynasty, King Buddha relieves calamity.

This is the sacred site of the Great God of the Three Altars and the Sea Assembly, the Three Altars World!
Qianfeng, the emperor's temporary residence.

Li Yisheng frowned and opened his eyes.

The Grandmaster's inner vision manifests outward, interacting with heaven and earth, and he senses something in the unseen realm.

As the saying goes, "The cicadas sense the autumn wind before it blows," meaning that although we cannot clearly predict the future, we can always catch some clues when the mood strikes.

Everything in the world is caught in a web, and pulling one hair can affect the whole.

However, those with lower levels of understanding can only see what is right in front of them; while grandmasters can grasp the links in this chain reaction, be aware of things that may affect them, and thus take action.

But right now he had a bad feeling, yet he couldn't find any clues.

This situation never occurred, not even when facing his old rival Zhu Quanzhong.

Either the opponent used a magical artifact to shield themselves, but the problem is that he himself also has a magical artifact, the Relic Pagoda, which is more than enough to resist.

Another possibility is that the opponent's level of cultivation surpasses his, making it impossible for him to detect them.

As far as he knew, almost all the great masters in the world were at or below the sixth level of the Dharma Image Realm.

The seven heavens above this level are extremely rare, with very few people throughout history able to break through them, and those who have cultivated to the ninth heaven are only found in legends.

Who is it?
Yan Daotong? Celestial Master of Magu Mountain? True Man of Maoshan?

What chance does Zhu Quanzhong, who survived his injuries, have?
It has only been ten days or half a month, and his injuries have only healed to about 70-80%, not yet fully recovered.

While Yelü Yi is not a threat, the presence of others could be problematic.
"Zhiheng? What are the eldest and third brothers up to?"

Li Yisheng frowned. Just now, he had lost his connection with Zhiheng.

My bad feeling grew stronger.

He was aware of Li Siyuan's underhanded tactics.

He was also aware of the contradictions caused by the vacancy of storage spaces.

Li Cunxiao's rapid rise in power intensified the power struggle among the three kings. If he did not make a statement, it would only lead to meaningless internal losses within the Qin Dynasty.

The people of Hedong were only truly convinced of Emperor Li Yisheng's authority, but he needed a legitimate and convincing crown prince to end the internal factional struggles and maintain unity, at least until the country was completely unified.

As for the future, it's uncertain whether the crown prince will survive.

Focusing on the present, for martial artists, there is no more direct way to determine superiority than through a fight.

He tacitly approved of this struggle, hoping to select the best one from this treacherous process.

In order to control the intensity of the conflict, he recalled Zhiheng from Dongdu ahead of time, thinking that this would achieve his goal.

Grandmasters have strong vitality. It is easy to win or lose in a fight between people of the same level, but it is difficult to decide life or death. The Peacock King Dharma Image is an even more reliable guarantee.

As for how the relationship between the three kings was handled after the conflict?

The long passage of time is enough to wear everything down. In Li Yisheng's view, the three people, who are less than sixty years old on average, are only young and middle-aged.

When they all live to be a hundred years old and their old friends pass away, those grudges and affections will fade away.

And he, the emperor of Qin, will still hang high in the sky like the sun.

As long as he's there, there won't be any trouble.

However, Zhiheng has now disappeared without a trace.

True essence is a part of a Grandmaster's life. Those below the Grandmaster level may see it as a protective charm, but for a Grandmaster, it is as if a part of the other party has been mixed into their own body, a form of control.

Even though he loved Chang Congjian, Li Yisheng, out of respect, did not leave any true essence on him, let alone Zhiheng, an elder who had rendered meritorious service in supporting the emperor.

So to be precise, he lost his connection to that imperial edict.

This situation is very unusual.

Li Yisheng used his external vision to envelop his body, preparing to use it to move through the void, a method commonly used by grandmasters.

But the next moment, a chilling feeling crept over me.

Li Yisheng could not find the enemy, but he could feel a gaze coming from the sky, as if an unknowable god was watching him.

Despite the lack of any attacks, Li Yisheng felt a tremendous sense of crisis.

This crisis does not stem from his life, but from his "imperial throne," his "dragon chair."

This is a battle for destiny!

Without hesitation, he summoned the stupa, which emitted a burst of Buddhist light, and the phantom of the stupa soared into the sky, even startling the flying riders patrolling around the imperial carriage.

After using his strongest methods, Li Yisheng finally saw something more, which made his already unsettled heart even more turbulent.

"King Li, are you looking for me?"

There was no fluctuation of true essence, no tremor of the power of heaven and earth, nothing at all, but a figure that seemed both real and illusory had appeared before my eyes.

The figure of Li Cunxiao.

Li Yisheng's pupils contracted, as if he understood something.

"The eldest and third brothers are both dead?"

"Yes."

Li Yisheng was not angry.

In this chaotic world, life and death are commonplace. If you are less skilled than others, death is also a frequent occurrence.

What he cares about more now is how Li Cunxiao addresses him.

"Shouldn't you call me Your Majesty?"

"It used to be."

Li Yisheng remained silent.

Then laughed.

"You want this dragon throne? Do you think you have the ability to do so?"

"Tomorrow at noon, the Heavenly King will come outside the city. We will have a match, and the outcome will be clear."

Li Cunxiao's figure began to gradually disappear as he spoke.

But even after everything in front of him became empty again, Li Yisheng still couldn't see or perceive anything.

"His Majesty!"

Li Si'en and Li Si'ben, accompanied by their flying cavalry, anxiously called out from outside the quiet room. They noticed the unusual activity at the stupa and rushed over immediately.

Li Yisheng stepped out of the room, his expression returning to calm, which calmed the two who were eager to speak.

"Did you see anything?"

"Your Majesty, we noticed the stupa radiating light into the sky, and immediately..."

“I’m asking about now,” Li Yisheng interrupted the two directly, his gaze sweeping over the group of flying riders.

Everyone looked at each other, then looked around, and finally all shook their heads.

What else could be in a military camp but tents and flags?
But Li Yisheng saw it.

In the distant sky, a ferocious red dragon is gazing down upon this place.

Above his own head, there was also a golden dragon.

The two seem to be natural enemies, each wanting to devour the other to complete itself.

This method of observing qi is actually a manifestation of a grandmaster's grasp of the power of heaven and earth.

However, the struggle for destiny, though seemingly abstract, is mostly grounded in reality.

Land, population, output, and public sentiment.
But the current situation is undoubtedly extremely special, as the two sides, each possessing a spiritual treasure, can somehow see each other's fortune.

And Li Cunxiao's fortune was actually quite close to his own.

Li Yisheng even suspected that Zhu Quanzhong might have already died at the hands of the enemy.

But thinking about these things now is useless.

"Everyone else, you may leave. Si'en, Si'ben, wait a moment."

Li Yisheng turned and went back into his room, leaving the two men waiting outside the door in confusion.

Upon hearing the summons, the two entered the room and were surprised to see an imperial edict bearing the official seal on the table.

"Your Majesty, what is this imperial decree?"

The two were puzzled. Seeing that Li Yisheng kept his eyes closed and remained silent, they mustered up their courage and glanced at the beginning of the sentence.

But after watching just the beginning, I couldn't take my eyes off it.

The Last Edict of the Deceased Emperor

(End of this chapter)