If you're made a fake emperor, why did you change the country's name?

"Thirty years ago, when I was suppressing bandits in the southern border, I encountered a black-robed man who was seriously injured and on the verge of death."

Qian Batian seemed to be recalling something, turned his back, and looked up at the sky to speak.

"The man was covered in blood, yet extremely arrogant, claiming he came from the outside world."

"That person's injuries were clearly fatal, but his methods were strange. One of his spiritual attacks almost caused me great harm."

And what about talismans and magical artifacts? These are things I've never even heard of before.

"That battle was the first time in my life I had won so miserably."

Qian Batian turned around and stared at Zhao Yu, his facial muscles twitching, revealing a fanatical expression.

"It took me a great deal of effort to subdue him."

I learned from him that there is a cultivation world outside of this world, with realms such as Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, and Golden Core.

These realms can easily move mountains and overturn seas, destroying the heavens and the earth!

A fierce greed flashed in Qian Batian's eyes.

He also said that the cultivation of immortality is divided into three, six, and nine levels, based on the quality of one's spiritual roots.

Only those who can enter the Innate Realm are considered to possess spiritual roots.

"In addition to these, there is another type of person who has a special bloodline."

Such people can obtain unique immortal techniques when they cultivate to the Golden Core stage.

For example... the bloodline of the First Dragon.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yu's previously tense mind began to relax somewhat.

It turns out that this old Bi Deng wasn't a time traveler at all; he had just obtained the information by interrogating other cultivators.

He maintained a vigilant expression, but his mind was racing.

Since Old Bi Deng isn't a time traveler, he still has a chance of winning!

Qian Batian stared at Zhao Yu with a determined expression.

"So, when you repelled the Wolf Kingdom's military threat, I learned that you were also a cultivator from the outside world!"

"It must be so satisfying to use those magical artifacts and treasures to beat up us lowly people from this small world, right?"

A sense of shame flashed through Zhao Yu's mind, but his expression remained noncommittal.

High-level players beat low-level players, and idiots are beaten.

Who wouldn't be happy?

But Zhao Yu didn't answer the question. Instead, he said, "You know enough, but there are some things you can't understand."

This vague response further convinced Qian Batian of his judgment.

"Hahaha! I can't understand! I really can't understand it!"

Qian Batian burst into wild laughter, the sound of which made the leaves of the surrounding trees rustle.

"I love the arrogant and aloof air of you cultivators."

"Only in this way will it be interesting when I defeat you later!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Batian's figure vanished from the spot.

A blurry afterimage remained in the air.

Zhao Yu's pupils suddenly contracted, and he instinctively held the Human Emperor Sword horizontally in front of his chest.

The perfected internal energy surged into the sword like a flood bursting its banks.

Golden light burst forth in the night.

boom!

A heavy impact resounded in the Imperial Garden.

Zhao Yu felt an overwhelming force travel from the sword blade to his arm.

The bones emitted a series of teeth-grinding grinding sounds.

He lost his balance and flew backward.

His back slammed heavily against the artificial hill in the distance.

boom!

The hard Taihu stone shattered instantly, turning into countless fragments that flew everywhere.

Zhao Yu stood up from the pile of rubble, a metallic taste rising in his throat.

He lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, his mind filled with astonishment.

The power of that palm strike was completely beyond his expectations.

That's at least several hundred times the power of an ordinary Celestial Realm cultivator.

As a cultivator who has reached the peak of Qi Refining, his level of Qi condensation is comparable to that of three hundred ordinary Celestial Realm cultivators.

Even so, he was still sent flying by a single palm strike from his opponent.

No... he's more than that!

This old Bi Deng's strength feels like it's a thousand times stronger than the Celestial Realm!

Zhao Yu finally understood why the heavily injured cultivator, despite his numerous methods, had only managed to almost cause Qian Batian to suffer a loss.

Faced with absolute power suppression, ordinary Qi Refining stage techniques are simply ineffective.

Qian Batian gave Zhao Yu no time to catch his breath.

He lunged forward again, stomping on Zhao Yu with a piercing sonic boom.

The space itself was violently distorted by this attack, and cracks appeared.

There's no escaping it!

Zhao Yu gritted his teeth, wielded the Human Emperor Sword in his hand, and created an impenetrable golden sword curtain.

when!when!when!

The sounds of intense collisions formed a continuous line.

With each collision, Zhao Yu felt his tiger's mouth crack, and blood flowed down the hilt of the sword.

The blood and qi in the body surged violently, almost breaking through the constraints of the meridians.

Continuing like this will inevitably lead to defeat.

A ruthless glint flashed in Zhao Yu's mind.

He poured all his remaining true energy into the Emperor's Sword.

At this moment, the fate of the Great Liang Kingdom sensed the crisis and began to converge frantically.

The Emperor's Sword erupted with an unprecedentedly dazzling golden light.

A sword strike was unleashed.

The golden sword energy stretched for three zhang, carving a bottomless ravine into the ground.

Qian Batian looked at the oncoming sword energy but did not dodge or evade.

He retracted his foot, twisted and turned upside down in mid-air, and stretched out his large palm to grab the incomparably sharp sword energy.

laugh!

The sword energy made a tearing sound as it touched the palm.

A shallow cut appeared on Qian Batian's palm.

The immense impact sent him flying backward, and he stumbled back three steps after hitting the ground.

Each step left a deep footprint on the ground.

He looked down at the wound on his palm, his facial muscles twitching into a ferocious grin.

"What a fine sword! It truly lives up to its reputation as a companion spirit weapon!"

Unfortunately, your cultivation level is still too superficial!

Zhao Yu's heart sank.

Is his cultivation level superficial?

It's not superficial at all.

With strength three hundred times greater than that of an ordinary Celestial Realm cultivator, where does this falsehood come from?

Moreover, it also carries the special attack of the Human Emperor Sword.

But... such a full-force attack only made him retreat three steps?

Such physical strength and the solidity of true qi are simply superhuman.

But he hasn't reached the point of desperation yet.

Zhao Yu had locked onto his final trump card.

That was his Foundation Establishment stage divine sense, which he activated ahead of schedule after breaking through to the Qi Refining Perfection stage.

Just as Qian Batian charged forward again...

A glint flashed in Zhao Yu's eyes.

The immense divine power within his sea of ​​consciousness instantly coalesced into an invisible spike.

The sharp spike pierced through the air and plunged deep into Qian Batian's consciousness.

Qian Batian's body suddenly froze.

He let out a muffled groan, and his steps became unsteady.

Fresh blood slowly seeped from his nostrils, ears, and the corners of his eyes.

A mental attack?!

Qian Batian covered his head, his face turning extremely ugly.

A deep sense of apprehension flickered in his eyes.

"As expected of cultivators from the outside world! They all possess attacks with divine sense!"

"However... this level of skill is not enough to harm me!"

Oh my god!!!

He let out a low, beast-like growl, forcefully suppressing the tearing pain in his mind.

His aura did not weaken; on the contrary, it became even more ferocious.

A fierce glint flashed in Qian Batian's eyes.

The power that he had been suppressing within him was completely unleashed.

A terrifying aura surged into the sky.

That's the realm of a half-step terrestrial immortal, which in the understanding of the cultivation world is equivalent to a half-step Foundation Establishment.

However, to Zhao Yu's surprise, he discovered through his divine sense that this was not a true half-step Foundation Establishment.

True foundation building requires transforming one's true qi, allowing it to acquire the inherent attributes of one's spiritual root without the aid of cultivation techniques.

Qian Batian had actually refined his true qi to an extreme, evolving it into an ultimate attribute.

This kind of half-step foundation building achieved purely through brute force is, in some ways, even more dangerous.

The surrounding space began to tremble.

Zhao Yu saw countless faint chains appearing in the sky through his divine sense.

These chains were an attempt to seal off and suppress Qian Batian's aura.

But before the chains are fully formed, Qian Batian has an absolute time lag.

town!

Qian Batian let out a loud shout and quickly formed a strange hand seal with his hands.

A heavy, oppressive force descended from the sky.

boom!

Zhao Yu was pressed so hard that he sank into the ground.

He felt the air around him become as heavy as iron.

Every bone groaned under immense pressure.

The circulation of internal energy within the body became extremely slow.

He struggled desperately, but found it incredibly difficult to even move a single finger.

This force is too strong.

When Qian Batian reached the peak of Qi Refining, he possessed strength a thousand times greater than that of an ordinary person.

Now that it has been unsealed, its combat power has reached at least the level of a normal Foundation Establishment cultivator at its peak.

Zhao Yu watched helplessly as Qian Batian approached step by step.

Qian Batian took out a blood-red pill from his pocket.

He grabbed Zhao Yu's chin and forced the pill into his mouth.

The pills melt in your mouth.

Zhao Yu felt a chilling power instantly spread throughout his meridians.

The true energy that had been flowing slowly suddenly fell into complete stillness.

His cultivation was sealed.

[Host ingestion of the Spirit Sealing Pill has been detected.]

A system notification sounded in my mind.

[Task issued: Investigate the reasons behind the rebellion of high-ranking official Qian Batian.]

[Task Description: A mature emperor should also understand the reasons behind a high-ranking official's rebellion!]

[Task Reward: Remove the poison of the Spirit Sealing Pill, and raise your spiritual consciousness realm to the peak of Foundation Establishment!]

Zhao Yu suppressed his discomfort and rapidly analyzed the current situation in his mind.

Although his cultivation was sealed, his divine consciousness remained.

If he can complete this task, he will have a chance to turn things around.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you."

Qian Batian grinned maliciously, his gaze sweeping over Zhao Yu.

"After all, I still need your body."

He untied a black rope from his waist and bound Zhao Yu tightly.

Then he beckoned, and several of his bodyguards who had been following him quickly stepped forward.

"Take him away and take him back to the manor!"

Qian Batian looked up at the sky.

In the night sky, the nine stars had almost formed a straight line.

The faint starlight shone on his face, casting a distorted shadow.

"When the nine stars are fully aligned, that will be the time for me to possess and be reborn!"

At that time, I will possess the bloodline of the Primordial Dragon and become a true cultivator!

Ha ha ha ha!"

Qian Batian strode towards the outside of the Imperial Garden and burst into laughter.

Zhao Yu was roughly carried on the shoulder of his bodyguard, his gaze bobbing up and down with the swaying of his body.

In the distance, Qiu Ping lay on the ground, his fingers crumpling the dirt, unable to get up.

Grandpa Hai leaned against the dilapidated artificial hill, his face as pale as paper, his eyes filled with despair.

The wheels of the carriage turned.

The sound of the stone floor being pressed down was dull and monotonous.

The last star in the nine-planet alignment is slowly approaching the center...