The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 125 The Imperial Seal of the State, Dragon Blood and Mysterious Yellow
When Zhou Yan was practicing martial arts and swordsmanship, the soul of the dark-skinned musician he had once seen condensed and was manifested by Li Longji using the power of human destiny. After solidification, it transformed into a Yin spirit, and the musician bowed slightly to Li Longji.

He looked at Zhou Yan again, smiled slightly, and said, "Greetings, young master."

At this time, in this place, it is not suitable to reminisce about the past. It is dozens of miles away, and it will take time for Xuan Guan to travel. However, the ghosts and spirits are formless and intangible, and with the imperial decree in place, they can travel extremely fast.

Lei Haiqing accepted the imperial decree and quickly fled.

Li Sanlang said, "If he goes, and the cavalry gathers and arrives, it won't take an hour. Then, the next step will be the second imperial decree..." The elderly emperor looked at the young Taoist priest in front of him.

He picked up his pen and personally wrote down an imperial edict bestowing upon him the title of Duke of Taishan.

The young Taoist priest, holding a knife and carrying a sword on his back, sat quietly, recuperating. His Canxia Tower Taoist robe was stained with blood, and spiritual energy flowed through this treasure, which was only possessed by high-ranking Taoists.

After a fierce battle, my body is badly damaged, and even this Taoist robe has tears in places.

Zhou Yan was somewhat troubled about how to return the tattered Taoist robe to Yuan Danqiu. Li Longji had already written the imperial edict. He sighed with emotion, but suddenly a thought arose in his mind...

Could this also be considered a form of inheritance?

His throne was gone, and the Duke of Taishan had also perished. They were all full of vigor back then, but now they had to place their hopes of resolving the current calamity on a young Taoist priest. Li Longji sighed in his heart.

Looking at the words he had written—'He was granted the title of Duke of Taishan'

Thinking back to our meeting at Mount Tai, I naturally feel a sense of loss and change.

They couldn't even afford to be sentimental.

He took out the Imperial Seal and pressed it firmly onto the imperial edict. In his eyes, the edict suddenly moved without wind, swirling like ripples on the water, with every character on it shimmering with light.

This is the extremely distant Mount Tai in the east.

The old local official stationed at Mount Tai suddenly felt the entire mountain trembling slightly, shaking him so much that he could barely stand. The once dormant earth veins of Mount Tai seemed to be about to revive!

At the Jade Emperor Peak of Mount Tai, one can see purple mist gathering and swirling light.

Demons, monsters, cultivators, and Taoists all rushed out, and upon witnessing this scene, they were all subtly terrified. The old local earth god stared wide-eyed, rubbing his eyes hard, his gaze fixed on the strange colors of the sky and earth: "This, this is..."

"Lord Taishan?!"

However, just when he thought that the Taishan Duke, who had reached the first rank, was about to recover and return, the gathered purple energy suddenly solidified and then completely collapsed. The clouds rolled and dispersed in all directions.

It seems like something is still missing.

"W-what's going on?!"

The old local deity was jumping up and down in anxiety, while the surrounding demons and spirits, as well as the scattered sect officials, breathed a sigh of relief and continued to occupy the land veins, palaces, and ancestral halls that originally belonged to Lord Taishan, transforming one by one into Taoist priests and Buddhist monks.

The Xuan Guan, who originally guarded Mount Tai, was now a Taoist priest and monk who built a hermitage here to cultivate himself.

Those with a good temper were kept on as odd jobs; those with a bad temper were either dismissed after their houses were occupied; and those who suffered the most misery had long since turned into flesh and blood, their heads falling into the well water and their bodies turning into mud.

Mount Tai is without a master, and humanity is out of balance.

This precious land is unclaimed. Some people are unwilling to get involved in trouble and dare not come here. But most people in this world are short-sighted, let alone demons. If you don't come, there are plenty of others who plan to come and have a big bite of 'meat' to gain benefits for their cultivation!

It is impossible to expect everyone in the world to be rational.

To expect that beings that are originally beasts and birds can control themselves in the face of opportunity is simply wishful thinking.

The old man watched in despair as the clouds dispersed again, and heard howling, laughter and applause coming from the mountains of Mount Tai. Some people were playing with swords, some were playing pitch-pot, and if they hit the target, they would laugh like thunder and run around.

"Damn vixens, wait till Lord Tai returns, you'll be sorry!"

"You idiot, you deserve to have your head pecked open!"

There was a whooshing sound in the air.

The Earth God's face turned pale. Leaning on his cane, he spun around, and the white mist dissipated before he burrowed into the ground, hiding himself completely. Just as the Earth God hid, a large eagle swooped out from the clouds, its claws striking the ground with a clang, exploding and burning into flames.

"Turning the earth into steel?!"

The eagle circled impatiently before finally leaving reluctantly.

This old land is the embodiment of the welcoming pine tree of Mount Tai.

Seventy-two mountain spirits and eighty-one cave demons.

It was as if I had returned to ancient times, when humanity was in decline, the divine was elusive, and demons ran rampant and evil spirits roamed freely. The old landowner hurriedly hid away, sighing deeply, his face filled with only sadness and melancholy.

Oh, Lord Taishan!

When are you coming back?

………………

In front of the Reclining Buddha Temple, Zhou Yan and Li Longji stared at each other.

"That's it?!"

The young Taoist clenched his fist, feeling that there wasn't much change. But if he had to point out a change, there was one: he had just clearly sensed a surge of 'human destiny' flowing into him.

Now his physical strength has been almost fully restored.

After a long battle, the tension in their minds was relieved.

It felt as comfortable as getting a good night's sleep after pulling several all-nighters, but there was nothing else besides that. There was no such thing as the title of Duke of Taishan, no blessing, and no qualification to perform the Dao Fruit.

The humanistic energy bestowed by Li Longji surged into the Tai character jade talisman.

It was swallowed up cleanly and efficiently.

Zhou Yan subconsciously thought that Li Sanlang might still be trying to fool him at this point. But seeing that Li Longji also looked blank, he realized that things might not be going as they expected.

Zhou Yan reached out to take the scroll of imperial edict. When his fingers touched the words, he suddenly felt a slight pain. Then he saw that Zhou Yan's name and the title of Duke of Taishan on the scroll of imperial edict suddenly disappeared.

It's like dropping ink into water, where it instantly spreads and diffuses.

Li Longji and Zhou Yan both fell silent as they watched this scene.

Is this right?
Isn't this right?

Zhou Yan had to wonder if there was something wrong with the jade talisman, rendering ordinary imperial edicts completely useless? Li Longji's humanistic fortune was directly absorbed by the jade talisman with the character "Tai," without even a ripple spreading out.

The white-haired Li Sanlang looked at the names and honorifics scattered on the imperial edict.

A barely perceptible ripple and sigh appeared in the eyes of the aging monarch.

The title of "Lord Taishan" has spread widely.

That ancient deity, the First-Rank Duke of Mount Tai, truly no longer exists. In other words, if we were to connect Zhou Yan with the legends and status of the Mount Tai deity throughout history, we would need to perform the Fengshan ceremony again!

This is something that cannot be achieved simply by bestowing a title upon him.

Because of the legends and status of the mountain god of Mount Tai throughout history, the imperial seal used by Emperor Li Longji of the Tang Dynasty, along with the humane fortune he possessed as a ruler of fifty years of peace, was simply not enough to qualify him for a new Fengshan ceremony.

What is needed is the founding imperial seal.

And, the purple aura of the emperor.

It is based on the concept of the emperors of the Central Plains throughout history, and in this era, the embodiment of the "Human Emperor" position, holding the "Founding Jade Seal" equivalent to seven lineages, and consuming "Imperial Purple Qi" to possibly be granted an honorary title.

The new position of the mountain god is a completely new existence.

He will not inherit the title of Duke Taishan.

Lord Taishan has truly perished.

The elderly Li Sanlang stared blankly at the imperial edict before him, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the hidden [Founding Jade Seal], which, though not large, had guided the turbulent times of the entire world for many years.

He has lost everything.

Without the protection of the purple aura, I'm afraid I won't have many more years to live.

I'll die.

The aged king looked at the young man before him, his self-preservation instincts stirring within him. But Li Sanlang simply watched quietly as Li Longji expressed his resentment, struggles, and desire to escape.

Watching the complete demise of the 'Lord of Mount Tai', and the six figures hidden behind this era, those shadows that gradually appeared and gradually wanted to devour the human world, the elderly Li Longji lowered his eyes, and in a daze, a hand pressed on his shoulder.

That was the spirited Third Prince of the Li family in the Tang Dynasty, wielding weapons and ready to conquer the world.

A sage who pushed the world and the Tang Dynasty to their true limits and peak.

His younger self brushed past his now aged body. The young man, carrying a bow and with a red headband on his forehead, raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a pair of beautiful, phoenix-shaped eyes reminiscent of Emperor Taizong.
"What are you waiting for, Li Sanlang?"

The shadow of the past vanished, and Li Longji slightly opened his eyes.

His eyes were upturned at the corners, large and round, like burning flames.

If, in the end, some monstrous creature once again turns its gaze upon humanity, if demons and ancient fiends reappear, then let this world be ablaze once more. If war breaks out again, then let us once more prove ourselves to this world and to the six realms—

What constitutes a world for the human race?

The blazing flames burned once more within the aged body.

If this body has already turned to ashes under the weight of time and power, then let these ashes dance one last time.

Finally, Li Sanlang smiled and said:

"It seems that a simple imperial edict is not enough."

"I need to prepare again."

He put down the imperial seal that represented Emperor Li Longji of the Tang Dynasty.

They knocked on the Imperial Seal, which was almost equivalent to the fate of humanity.

He instructed Gao Lishi to make further preparations.

Resealing... no.

Right here—

[Fengshan]!
That was no longer something that could be accomplished with just an imperial edict.

Zhou Yan's physical strength and spirit had fully recovered. He looked at Shen Cangming, whose medicine had subsided, and at the gradually recovering people. Under the guidance of the Pei family, he retreated, exhaled, and felt genuinely curious.

The imperial edict written by Li Longji clearly contained sufficient humanitarian spirit and determination.

Why is there absolutely no reaction?

That shouldn't be the case; it was just circulated, and it's not a hungry ghost jade talisman.

Zhou Yan flicked his fingers, and a jade talisman that only he could see appeared between his fingers. The first one to appear was the Hungry Ghost Jade Talisman. This jade talisman was originally thin and flimsy, but after absorbing the blood of the dragon, it developed pale blue water patterns.

Previously, this thing had been desperately devouring and neutralizing the drought demon's blood.

It represents the manifestation of drought, a calamity, on this ancient land.

The texture of the entire Hungry Ghost Jade Talisman suddenly became heavy, and its pure texture could even be compared to the Mountain Lord Jade Talisman. It was as if it had absorbed the blood of a dragon and brought about the minor spell of Cloud Devouring, which absorbed the blood of a drought demon and transformed the Hungry Ghost Jade Talisman once again.

"Fire-devouring..."

"What a simple name for a spell."

"It can devour flames and transform them into magical power."

"Indeed, it is an ancient and simple supernatural power, very much in the style of ancient civil officials."

Zhou Yan could feel that with his advancement to the eighth-rank Xuan Guan and the attainment of three hundred years of cultivation from an ordinary person, the effects of his spells had been significantly amplified. When he used the Fire Devouring Technique, Zhou Yan's resistance to fire-based divine abilities increased dramatically.

Zhou Yan re-manifested the jade talisman with the character "Tai".

Finally, the problem was discovered. The humanistic fortune in Li Longji's imperial edict had flowed into the jade talisman, but instead of returning to Tai, it landed on the water god. Zhou Yan looked at the lit-up divine position of the Jinghe Dragon Lord.

Ao Xuantao has not been able to be contacted.

"Elder Ao..."

boom! ! !
Amidst the surging waves, two colossal creatures clashed fiercely in the depths of the water system. Ao Xuantao gasped for breath, his scales cracking as he stared intently at the fallen dragon's body before him.

The turbidity in the demonized dragon's eyes dissipated.

His eyes, now transformed into the pure dark gold vertical pupils of a dragon, held approval and expectation:
"well done."

Ao Xuantao gasped for breath, his blood staining the area red. But the next moment, the roar of the demonized dragon reverberated, and the dragon pearl representing the dragon race flew out, directly crashing into Ao Xuantao's body!

The Dragon Pearl, which the dragon race could only obtain after a thousand years of arduous cultivation, shone brightly.

As the insect-transformed dragon's body dissipated, Ao Xuantao let out a mournful dragon roar.

Blood gushes out.

Gradually changing, it gradually revealed itself to be—a dark yellow color!
Dragons fight in the wild, their blood turning black and yellow.

Ao Xuantao, transformed into a dragon!
(End of this chapter)