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Chapter 448 The Power of Luck, Imperial Conferment!

Chapter 448 The Power of Luck, Imperial Conferment!
Li Shimin remained silent.

She simply watched Fang Qingyu quietly.

Fang Qingyu also looked back calmly.

Although I know in my heart that this is just a projection of the true spirit of history.

But in the face of this emperor who was the greatest in history, they still maintained the respect due to him, neither humble nor arrogant.

Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng stood by.

He lowered his eyes and did not utter a sound to disturb the silent exchange.

Silence filled the magnificent Taiji Hall.

Only the lingering fragrance of sandalwood incense seemed to stretch out time.

After a good ten seconds, Li Shimin's expression, which had been as majestic as a rock, softened slowly, like ice melting in spring.

A clear smile rose from the depths of his eyes, gradually spreading to the corners of his mouth.

He rose from the throne that symbolized supreme power.

Step by step, they descended the imperial steps.

Fang Qingyu walked towards His Highness.

His crimson dragon robe swayed slightly with his steps.

As he walked, he even nodded slightly to Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng beside him.

Their eyes met with a look of familiarity and trust.

In the blink of an eye, Li Shimin had arrived in front of Fang Qingyu, only a few feet away.

He was quite tall, almost eye-to-eye with Fang Qingyu, and had no arrogant airs.

Instead, he seemed like an elder meeting an outstanding junior.

With a gentle smile playing on his lips, he cut to the chase and asked softly:

"Young friend, are you the one destined to face this calamity?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu subconsciously turned his head to look at Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng beside him.

The one destined for calamity?

This was the first time he had heard of this claim; his main purpose in coming here was to acquire the inheritance.

It is to deal with the calamity of the dead a thousand years later.

Little did they know that this projection of history was being made.

He still bears such a title.

Upon seeing this, Yuan Tiangang took a small step forward, lightly waved his whisk, and replied respectfully yet with composure, "Your Majesty, it is indeed this young man."

Upon receiving an affirmative reply, Li Shimin's smile deepened, and his admiration grew stronger.

He said no more, and with a sudden flick of his sleeve, he finished speaking.

hum!
A dazzling golden light burst forth from his sleeve, rapidly condensing and stretching in mid-air of the hall, transforming into a scroll that was neither silk nor paper, seemingly both real and illusory.

The imperial edict floated in the air, its surface shimmering with light, and countless fine golden runes moved as if they were alive.

Streaks of golden light rapidly converged on it.

It condensed into large, regular script characters that Fang Qingyu could clearly recognize.

Its content is precisely the conferment of a certain title upon so-and-so.

However, the place where the recipient's name should have been written was blank, waiting to be filled in.

The golden light swirled for a moment, then slowly settled.

The imperial edict with the blank name on it seemed to possess a spirit.

It floated down lightly in front of Fang Qingyu.

Fang Qingyu subconsciously reached out his hand, and the imperial edict landed steadily in his palm.

It was slightly warm to the touch, as if it resonated subtly with his own blood and energy.

Seeing this, Li Shimin chuckled and explained, as if he were talking about a trivial matter: "Young friend, you only need to drip a drop of blood into the blank space of this name to activate this decree."

"At that time, you will naturally enjoy the blessing of the fortune of this world and humanity, and be granted the authority and power to move around and mobilize some resources. I hope you will use this power to cleanse the world as soon as possible and restore a bright and clear world to humanity."

His words were crisp and to the point, without any hesitation.

After speaking, as if he had completed a routine official task, he very naturally raised his hand to cover his mouth, yawned slightly, and then casually waved his hand again.

Fang Qingyu felt the scene before him suddenly blur.

The wind howled in my ears again.

Upon closer inspection, he found himself standing with Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng on the spacious white marble plaza outside the Taiji Hall.

Beside him stood solemn golden-armored guards, and in the distance were towering palaces and buildings.

The solemn and majestic hall from just now.

The emperor, so close yet so far, seemed like nothing more than a dream.

"Is this the end?"

Fang Qingyu held the imperial edict, which was still emitting a faint light, in his hand, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

The process of this audience was far too efficient and casual.

It was completely different from the complicated and tedious court etiquette he had imagined.

Seeing his expression, Li Chunfeng smiled and explained, "Young friend, there's no need to be surprised. His Majesty has always been like this, disliking empty formalities and valuing practical results above all else. He only cares about the outcome and keeps the process as simple as possible. Besides..."

He paused, his tone carrying a hint of certainty, "His Majesty seems to have a strong affinity with you, otherwise he wouldn't have so readily bestowed this empty title upon you."

Yuan Tiangang stroked his beard and nodded, replying, "Since His Majesty has approved of you, young friend, we need not delay any longer. Time is of the essence, so let's activate the imperial decree as soon as possible. Afterward, I will take you to the front lines where the zombie horde is most rampant. True experience and inheritance must be gained in actual combat."

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu took a deep breath to suppress the slight turmoil in his heart.

Extending his right index finger, with a slight thought, he forced a drop of bright red blood from the fingertip.

The drops fell precisely onto the blank space for the name on the imperial edict.

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Where the blood droplets fell, it was as if water droplets had fallen into a boiling oil pan.

The imperial edict suddenly erupted with an unprecedentedly intense golden light, instantly enveloping Fang Qingyu's entire body.

The imperial edict in his hand trembled violently, and golden light gathered wildly in the blank space on it, eventually clearly condensing into three ancient and powerful characters.

Fang Qingyu!
at the same time.

Fang Qingyu clearly felt a powerful and strange force surging into his body from the imperial edict in his hand, quickly merging with his blood, true essence, and even spiritual power.

This power did not directly elevate his cultivation level.

It was as if it had clothed him in an invisible armor, or as if it had granted him some kind of access.

The range and clarity of the perception of surrounding thoughts have been significantly improved.

Even physical strength seemed to be enhanced by the environment itself.

Upon closer examination, one can perceive this empowering force.

This increased his overall strength by at least 30% out of thin air.

Moreover, this growth is perfectly harmonious and has no side effects.

It was as if he was born to possess this power.

"Is this the power of the human dynasty's destiny?"

Fang Qingyu felt the changes within his body, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

This is a way of amplifying oneself by leveraging external forces.

This was his first time experiencing it.

"How do you feel?" Li Chunfeng asked with a smile. "Don't you feel more at home in this world?"

Fang Qingyu nodded and said honestly, "Indeed, I feel that my strength has increased a lot, by about 30%."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Tiangang's eyes flashed with surprise, which quickly turned into admiration: "Thirty percent? Young friend's foundation is truly beyond expectation. Although the blessing of fortune is wonderful, it has its limits. The amount of increase is closely related to the foundation of the person receiving the title. Ordinary cultivators who receive this title can hardly get an increase of one or two percent. The fact that young friend can get thirty percent shows that his potential is extraordinary."

As he spoke, Yuan Tiangang waved his sleeve once more.

The surrounding scenery blurred and stretched instantly, and the three of them were once again airborne, standing above the flowing clouds, speeding off in a certain direction.

The city of Chang'an beneath our feet rapidly shrank, and the mountains and rivers below rushed past us.

Despite the howling winds high in the sky, Yuan Tiangang's voice clearly reached Fang Qingyu's ears: "Young friend, now that you have sensed the power of destiny, you should know why we sought this identity for you first."

"In this world, the human race is dominated by dynasties, and the order and laws are all tied to the imperial dynasty. This fortune is a great power of heaven and earth formed by the convergence of the beliefs, order, and vitality of hundreds of millions of human beings."

As he rode the wind, he explained to Fang Qingyu this power system, which was similar to but not quite the same as the modern force field: "To receive an imperial decree is to gain the recognition of this world and be able to share and use this great power to empower oneself. One's actions will naturally be twice as effective, and one can move freely in many places. Without a title, one is a wandering ghost in this world, unable to move an inch, not to mention that many secrets are difficult to access."

Fang Qingyu seemed to be deep in thought.

He suddenly remembered the massive force field shields that protected the major base cities of the modern Federation. Their origins had always been shrouded in mystery, and the Federation remained vague about them to the outside world.

He couldn't help but ask, "Then, in my era, there exists something called a force field. Is that also true?"

Li Chunfeng, who was standing next to him, seemed to have anticipated his question and replied with a tone of sigh and admiration: "Young friend, your thoughts are correct. The core foundation of the force field in your era was essentially the gathering of human destiny, which is another more sophisticated and universally beneficial way of using it."

His gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, seeing the scene of modern society: "We are here to bestow our fortune upon a few individuals in the form of imperial decree, so that they may become the sharp blade and the cornerstone of protecting their region."

"And you are the ones who transform this vast fortune into the force field you mentioned, allowing every citizen to be protected by it, to live and thrive in peace, and even giving everyone the opportunity to learn martial arts and strengthen their bodies."

Li Chunfeng's voice was filled with emotion: "This path has gone further than ours, and it truly embodies the grand vision of everyone becoming a dragon."

Yuan Tiangang nodded in agreement, a look of satisfaction flashing in his aged eyes.

Fang Qingyu suddenly realized.

A long-standing question has finally been answered.

Just as his heart was filled with turmoil.

Yuan Tiangang suddenly said in a deep voice, "We've arrived."

Fang Qingyu immediately composed himself and followed Yuan Tiangang's gaze downwards.

The landscape below had changed dramatically.

It was no longer a prosperous and bustling town and countryside, but a desolate wasteland.

On the distant horizon, a colossal rift valley ripped the earth apart menacingly.

The vast area within and around the rift valley was densely packed with countless black dots, like a swarm of ants crawling about!

Even at a great distance.

Fang Qingyu could also clearly feel the dense death aura rising from that area.

Those black dots were countless ghouls of various shapes, howling and roaring.

Their numbers are so vast that they are overwhelming and cannot be seen at a glance.

……

at the same time.

the other side.

The Great Wall at Sea, A7 Theater.

This echoes the horde of corpses that Fang Qingyu witnessed inside the Martial Arts Wall.

The battle here has also reached a fever pitch.

The relaxed atmosphere brought about by the woman in black's ability to reverse the course of the battle day and night just a few days ago has long since vanished.

On the city walls, one can see soldiers everywhere leaning against the battlements, slumped on the ground with their weapons, seizing every minute to rest.

They were covered in blood, their armor was tattered, and their faces were etched with exhaustion.

Many people even fell asleep as soon as they sat down.

The sound of snoring mingled with the distant sound of ocean waves.

Compared to the mythical battle before, the city walls now resembled a brutal and real battlefield.

Bloodstains were everywhere, and fragments of broken weapons and the remains of the dead had not been completely cleaned up.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood and gunpowder.

Chu Kuanglan stood on the edge of the city wall, leaning on his massive sword, which was as big as a door panel.

His crimson heavy armor was covered with deep claw marks and frost burns, dark blue blood splattered all over his breastplate and arm guards, and even a few strands of dried blood clung to his rugged face.

This is extremely rare for a fourth-tier Martial Venerable who can remain completely spotless.

This will only happen when the battle is so intense that there is no time to spare.

His brows were furrowed as he gazed at the seemingly calm but actually turbulent sea in the distance. His large, bell-like eyes were bloodshot as he murmured to himself, or perhaps to his companion beside him:

Something's not right, something's really not right.

Beside him, Lin Kang sat on the ground with his back against the cold wall.

His chest rose and fell slightly as he regulated his breathing.

Hearing Chu Kuanglan's words, he slowly raised his head, his usually cold face also showing signs of fatigue.

“Something is definitely not right.” Lin Kang’s voice was a little hoarse, but still calm. “Any new information from the Federation or headquarters?”

Chu Kuanglan scratched his messy hair in frustration, then plopped down next to Lin Kang, his heavy armor thudding against the ground. "We reported it a long time ago! Damn it, are these damned bastards crazy? How many waves has this been? The main force is charging this way like they've got their sights set on our A7 war zone! Just because we chopped off their claws on Bone Island, they're determined to fight us to the death?!"

His tone was full of confusion and frustration.

Logically speaking, war is a contest of resources.

Even if the Ghost Clan is powerful, they shouldn't be so recklessly attacking a single war zone.

Lin Kang slowly shook his head, denying it: "No. If they were really such impulsive and foolish creatures, they wouldn't have been able to force us to this point."

Upon hearing this, Chu Kuanglan sighed heavily, leaned back against the city wall, and gazed at the gray sky: "That's true. What a pity, what a real pity."

His gaze unconsciously drifted towards the quiet room on the top floor of the command building, his tone filled with regret: "If that person could still intervene, given the situation a few days ago, if he could just come again, we brothers wouldn't have had to fight so desperately."

his words.

This also brought Lin Kang's thoughts back to three days ago.

At that time, the second large-scale offensive by the Fate Demon suddenly arrived, and its scale even exceeded that of the first one.

Just as the soldiers were on edge, preparing for another bloody battle.

The mysterious woman in black robes reappeared on the sea in front of the Great Wall.

Just as her figure solidified, seemingly about to unleash her earth-shattering divine power once again.

"Buzz!"

An indescribable sense of vastness and majesty.

Like an invisible curtain of sky, it suddenly pressed down from the extremely high and distant heavens.

It wasn't aimed at the Great Wall, but it instantly made all the fourth-level and above experts on the wall feel their scalps tingle and their hearts stop.

Immediately afterwards, a calm and indifferent female voice quietly rang out:
"younger sister."

"Remember to follow the rules when playing games."

If you interfere again...

"Sister, I want to go play too!"

The voice carried a hint of languor.

The moment that sound rang out, the woman in black, who was about to make her move, suddenly froze.

She suddenly looked up at the empty sky.

A complex and solemn look flashed in his dark, jade-like eyes.

Ultimately, it all turned into a sense of helplessness.

She took a deep look at the surging army of ghosts approaching from afar.

He then looked back at the soldiers standing guard on the Great Wall.

He let out a barely audible sigh.