Eternal God Emperor: Only I Am Emperor One

Chapter 112 The Wind and Thunder Rage on Mount Tibing

The Central Imperial City is where the earth's veins converge in the Kunlun Realm, where sacred veins gather and the rules of heaven and earth are active. Furthermore, Empress Chi Yao resides there, ruling over the five regions and all directions.

In front of the Ziwei Palace, golden-armored guards stood on both sides of the hall, each with a proud expression and standing as straight as a pine tree. Even the weakest of them had a cultivation level of Fish-Dragon Realm.

Wan Zhaoyi, clad in azure dragon armor, stood with a somewhat gloomy expression at the foot of the long steps outside the Ziwei Palace.

The fact that the dignified Little Holy Heavenly King was assigned to serve alongside the Golden Armor Guards in front of the palace was naturally a form of punishment.

Although Wan Zhaoyi was frustrated by this, he had no complaints.

Three months ago, the Empress ordered him to go to the Eastern Region to arrest a guy named Zhang Ruochen, and everything went smoothly.

However, after leaving the Eastern Holy City, the Nine Nether Sword Saint suddenly intercepted Zhang Ruochen, killed him, and severely injured him with a single sword strike.

Even the newly appointed Prince Xiaosheng, a rising star in the Ministry of War, had to be punished for failing to complete the task assigned by the Empress.

Tonight, the stars are shining brightly, and the waning moon hangs high in the sky.

There were footsteps in the distance.

Wan Zhaoyi turned his head and looked over, his expression softening slightly.

"Is the Celestial Consort Xuan Nu going to pay her respects to the Empress so late?"

Xianfeizi is one of the Nine Heavens Mystic Maidens, a close attendant of the Empress, and has the right to meet the Empress at any time.

"Thank you for your hard work, Little Holy Heavenly King. The talented young lady has completed the evaluation of the younger generation of Kunlun Realm and selected thirty-one candidates for the position of Realm Son. She has sent them back from the Eastern Region for the Empress to review in person."

Wan Zhaoyi nodded. It was no secret that the talented woman from the Holy Book traveled the Five Regions on behalf of the Empress to select the World Prince; he had heard about it as well.

"In that case, Xuan Nu should hurry and go see the Empress."

The fairy princess nodded slightly, then strode towards the Ziwei Palace.

Inside the Ziwei Palace, on the imperial throne, Empress Chi Yao wore a phoenix crown and an imperial robe, her body enveloped in five-colored holy light, appearing sacred and majestic.

In the spacious hall, apart from Empress Chi Yao, only Grand Tutor Wang Shiqi was present.

The Grand Chancellor, one of the Three Dukes of the court, held the highest position among officials. Empress Chi Yao always made decisions only on major issues, and many matters in the court were discussed by the Three Dukes and other court officials.

Wang Shiqi was a veteran minister during the Qingchi Central Empire period. He served two dynasties, was deeply favored by the emperor, and enjoyed the great trust of Empress Chi Yao, who entrusted him with the management of the Heaven and Earth Chess Platform and the duty of supervising the world.

However, several months ago, a strange change occurred on the chessboard, with many key pieces making moves at the same time, causing great panic.

Each chess piece on the Heaven and Earth Chessboard represents a Saintly expert from the five domains of the Kunlun Realm, as well as a top Beast King or Beast Emperor from the four desolate seas.

Each of them holds a pivotal position.

Three months ago, the Black Market retrieved the Nine Phoenix Cauldron, and immediately afterward, the whereabouts of the Black Market Saints became a mystery. Many powerful figures, including the Death Zen Sect of the Southern Region, the Beast King of the Four Seas Wilderness, and the Holy Ancestor of the Mingtang, disappeared from the Heaven and Earth Chess Platform.

"When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it. The fact that they need to affect the Heavenly Chess Platform shows that the person making the move doesn't have enough confidence in their own strength. I, the Emperor, will wait for them to make their move from here in the Ziwei Palace." The figure on the throne spoke slowly, his tone filled with absolute confidence.

Wang Shiqi accepted the order and said yes. A female official from outside the palace entered and reported that the fairy princess had come to pay her respects.

"Let her in."

As the words fell, the fairy princess appeared in the Ziwei Palace and respectfully bowed towards the imperial throne.

"Your Majesty, the Holy Book Talented Woman has completed her assessment of all the candidates for the World Prince, compiled their evaluations into a book, and sent it back for Your Majesty's review."

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The Dingxuan Royal Palace occupies one-tenth of the area of ​​Dingxuan City. Although it is called a palace, it is actually larger than a city.

Deep within the palace grounds, a sacred vein runs through the earth, nourishing one of the eight-hundred-foot-high mountains into a sacred mountain.

The mountain is named Tibing, the place where King Dingxuan mustered his troops after his great victory over the Holy Central Empire.

Starting from the foot of the mountain, there are a total of 9,999 steps leading directly to the sacred temple at the top.

Inside the temple was the secluded retreat of King Dingxuan, Xue Chaowang.

The sky was full of stars in the first half of the night, but in the second half, thick dark clouds gathered in the sky, like ink spilled on a curtain, densely piled together, obscuring the light.

Apart from the sudden flashes of lightning.

"Boom!"

Thunder rumbled, and rain poured down from the sky, gathering in the mountains and flowing down the stone steps. The rain was then blown up by the strong wind and dispersed into a misty haze.

The man straightened his clothes, changing into the attire he wore eight hundred years ago when he first went to Martial God Mountain to participate in the Heavenly Ranking Competition: a blue robe and a jade crown. He held an umbrella, his eyes dark and devoid of any light, only showing emotion when he recalled the scene of his first meeting with Zuoqiu Hongting on Martial God Mountain.

The rain that day was no gentler than it is now, but Mount Wushen was much taller and more majestic, blocking the oncoming gale, so my clothes weren't soaked like they are now.

After the rain, the bright red dress figure appeared and was immediately imprinted in his heart. Even eight hundred years later, when he looked back, it still felt like yesterday.

The wind whipped up rain, rendering umbrellas useless. Unbeknownst to him, the man's blue robe was soaked through, but he remained oblivious, savoring the joy of the day.

Tibingshan is not particularly tall, but the low-hanging clouds made it feel very oppressive.

The man climbed the steps, his black boots treading on the flowing rainwater, his toes like the sharp teeth on the sides of a halberd, cleaving through the water.

The sacred temple atop the mountain was forged from divine materials and is a treasure left over from the Middle Ages, a spoil of war after the conquest of the Path of Ten Thousand Buddhas.

The temple was no more than three zhang high, and the door was only eight chi wide.

The temple gates were wide open, and Xue Wangchao stood outside, under the eaves, looking at the figure who had climbed the mountain through the rain, shrouded in a misty haze.

Upon reaching the mountaintop and standing before the temple, the man in the blue robe folded his umbrella, letting the heavy rain soak his clothes completely. He then met Xue Wangchao's gaze through the curtain of rain streaming down from the eaves.

Xue Wangchao stood on the steps of the temple, a head taller than the man in the blue robe. He exuded an aura of imposing power, and even without being deliberately provoked, he naturally emanated an endless killing intent.

"A decade is a small era, a century is a great era. The generation from eight hundred years ago has already made a name for itself; the new generation is pushing the old one aside," Xue Wangchao sighed.

The man in the blue robe calmly said, "Being sentimental is not what a war god should be like. In my opinion, a war god will only die on the battlefield."

“Yes, since the Empress established her rule, the world has been at peace for nearly five hundred years. In those five hundred years, there has been less warfare and bloodshed, and people’s mindset has changed somewhat, with more reflection on life and the world,” Xue Wangchao said.

The man in the blue robe chuckled and shook the umbrella in his hand. The umbrella immediately changed its appearance and transformed into a halberd.

"I have waited five hundred years for this day. Today I will take your head to offer as a sacrifice to the peach blossoms in the Red Dust Pavilion."

As the Evil Emperor ascended the mountain, Xue Wangchao had already sensed it. With a sweep of his holy thoughts, he felt nine vast demonic powers sealing off the void and the secrets of heaven outside the Dingxuan King's Mansion.

He didn't choose to run away, but waited quietly there.

"With a halberd that shattered the Red Dust Pavilion, among those people from eight hundred years ago, besides the Empress, you were the one who achieved the most."

"But killing me today will not be so easy."

"Now that I'm here, this summit of Tibing Mountain will be your burial ground. It's either you die alone, or we die together." The Evil Emperor spoke calmly, his killing intent, accumulated over five hundred years, erupting at this moment.

A cold glint flashed in Xue Wangchao's eyes. He sighed softly, stepped through the rain, and with a wave of his hand, a halberd with phoenix and dragon patterns flew out of the temple and landed in his hand.

"Then let's fight. If I die in battle, the Dingxuan Royal Mansion will be wiped out from the world. If you die in battle, after I kill you, I will lead my troops to flatten the evil land of the Eastern Region and conquer the Heavenly Realm."

The two mighty forces collided.

The halberds shone through the night, the battle halberds clashed, and the sacred mountain beneath their feet was annihilated.

The destructive waves spread outwards from Tibing Mountain. Some saints in the royal palace sensed it and broke out of their seclusion, but before they could react, their saintly bodies were torn apart and turned into a rain of blood that poured down from the sky.

The Nine Phoenix Cauldron, imbued with supreme holy power, transformed into a demonic sun, which connected with the nine Heavenly Demon Stone Carvings that sealed the Dingxuan King's Mansion, turning the entire Dingxuan King's Mansion into a death zone on earth.

Under the supreme power, even a saint is but an ant, unable to withstand even the aftershocks.

The sacred mountain collapsed, revealing coffins buried in the mountain, the bodies inside of which were all soldiers under the command of the Xue Dynasty.

At the place where holy energy converged, a crimson coffin flew out from the ground. The coffin lid was lifted, and a gaunt figure with red hair stepped out.

The red-haired figure exuded a heavy aura of impending doom, his lifespan nearing its end. He was originally sealed inside a coffin, clinging to life only by the power of the sacred veins.

"How is this going?"

The red-haired figure looked towards the collapsed Tibing Mountain and took in the two figures fighting.

"Xia Han, it was actually him."

The red-haired figure looked around and took in the tragic scene at the Dingxuan Prince's Mansion. Without hesitation, he immediately fled outside the mansion.

As long as the Heavenly Seal is broken and the situation here is spread, the Empress will surely arrive immediately upon sensing it.

But just as the red-haired figure set off, a huge hoofprint descended from the sky, as if a sacred mountain had fallen.

Nine Qilin heads emerged from the dark, inky clouds, their demonic power like a prison, their blood energy like the sun.

Nine heads, one large and eight small, the largest head in the center spoke in human language, saying, "I never thought that the once-famous Fire Demon Xiao Sheng would end up like this."

(End of this chapter)