Too many people are dying in this chaotic world? Then I'll activate the control panel!

The Azure Realm.

Imperial Palace.

This world was shrouded in a thick and majestic aura of imperial authority.

One after another, the palaces, seemingly suspended in the heavens, stand side by side, their eaves outlining mysterious patterns of the heavens.

The glazed tile surface shimmers with divine light that has never faded over countless ages, and the magnificent palaces and pavilions stretch endlessly as far as the eye can see.

This place is the central hub of the Qingxuan Imperial Clan, where the fortune and power of the entire star field converge.

Even ordinary Yang Shen Realm experts would be intimidated by the omnipresent pressure upon entering this place, and would not dare to be the slightest bit presumptuous.

Wang Sheng stepped into the void and steadily walked towards the core of the imperial palace. When he was still thousands of miles away from the main hall complex, his gaze was suddenly drawn to a palace in front of him.

The palace was grand in scale, with its carved beams and painted rafters displaying extreme luxury.

But now the area outside the palace is covered with plain white banners and layers of white silk, and the white banners flutter in the breeze.

A solemn and sorrowful atmosphere permeated the air, completely out of place with the majestic and grand scene of the surrounding imperial palace.

"An important figure in the imperial family has died!"

Wang Sheng's heart stirred.

at this time,

A graceful figure flew out from the palace corridor.

The woman was dressed in an elegant palace gown, exuding a gentle aura. Her cultivation had reached the True Lord realm, making her one of the top-tier maids in the imperial palace.

She had clearly received the message long ago and had been waiting here for a long time. The moment she saw Wang Sheng, she immediately concealed her aura, bowed deeply, and showed the utmost respect.

"My lord, please come with me!"

"good!"

Wang Sheng nodded.

"Whose palace is that?"

Wang Sheng was curious and asked another question.

The maid lowered her eyes, strictly adhering to the rules of caution for servants in the imperial palace, and answered only truthfully without adding a single word of idle chatter: "Your Excellency, this is the residence of Lord Li Xuan, the husband of Her Highnesses Xu Qingyi and Xu Qing'er."

Upon hearing this name, two stunningly beautiful figures immediately came to mind for Wang Sheng.

Xu Qingyi and Xu Qing'er are twin princes of the Qingxuan Imperial Clan, renowned throughout the entire star field. They are identical in appearance, exceptionally talented, and extremely proud.

He had previously heard at the imperial banquet that the two would rather die than submit to his marriage alliance, and that they were fiercely independent and well-known among the younger generation.

Unexpectedly, the one who fell was their husband, Li Xuan.

As Wang Sheng followed the maid, he continued to press for answers.

"I just saw funeral arrangements being made in the hall; I suppose Fellow Daoist Li Xuan has already passed away?"

"Indeed, Lord Li Xuan has unfortunately passed away." The maid's tone was flat, and she didn't say anything more.

Seeing this, Wang Sheng couldn't help but feel quite helpless.

The servants trained by the Qingxuan Imperial Clan were indeed strictly disciplined, never speaking unless asked, and keeping their mouths shut.

He stopped beating around the bush and asked directly, "May I ask what caused Lord Li Xuan's passing?"

As they traveled, the two wandered among the staggered palaces, surrounded by divine light and the rising and falling of Daoist principles.

Upon hearing this, the maidservant did not stop walking and replied softly.

"Lord Li Xuan was stationed at the front-line defense line of the Nanyu Star System. Not long ago, he was ambushed and killed by several top angel kings of the Holy Light Civilization. He fought bravely but was no match for them and perished on the spot."

"I see, what a pity." Wang Sheng sighed softly.

He didn't have much interaction with Li Xuan, only meeting him a few times at banquets hosted by the imperial family.

At that time, Li Xuan had already reached the cultivation level of Yang Shen Immortal Lord and held a high position, but he never showed the slightest arrogance. He was humble and polite to others and acted with integrity. He was a rare gentleman.

Sadly, he died young!

For a quasi-saint, if they want to survive, they can live for about 100,000 years!

Wang Sheng, accompanied by his maid, quickly made his way to the depths of the imperial palace.

As they spoke, the two walked to the corridor to the side of Li Xuan's palace.

Wang Sheng glanced around and caught a glimpse of two graceful figures dressed in plain white mourning clothes flashing past the inside of the palace gate.

The two women looked exactly alike, with fair skin and exquisite features; they were none other than Xu Qingyi and Xu Qing'er.

Her once bright and proud face was now filled with sorrow, her eyes misty with tears, looking pitiful.

"If you want to look good, wear mourning clothes! And they're twins, no less!"

A thought flashed through Wang Sheng's mind.

however,

The deeper they went into the imperial palace, the heavier the oppressive aura in the air became.

This force was not deliberately targeted at outsiders, but rather was a ripple formed by the natural leakage of the aura of many top experts, layer upon layer, intertwined to form an invisible net.

Even a peak-level expert of the Yang God Realm would tremble and have difficulty breathing if they were here, and would have to be extremely cautious and keep their head down.

They are all saints!

Deep within the imperial palace,

It is unknown how many saints are seated here, each one like a god or immortal, standing here, overlooking the entire Qingxuan Realm.

It took half a day to walk through numerous palaces and barriers.

The maid finally stopped in front of a colossal palace, cast entirely from celestial gold and towering into the clouds.

This grand hall is more magnificent than any of the palaces along the way. The hall's doors are carved with patterns of ten thousand dragons paying homage, their majestic power soaring into the sky. Just standing outside the hall inspires awe and reverence.

"My lord, we have arrived at our destination. Please enter the palace alone." The maid bowed and then turned and retreated to a distance, not approaching again.

"Understood." Wang Sheng straightened his clothes and pushed open the heavy palace door.

hum!

As the palace doors opened, an ancient and desolate aura wafted out.

Wang Sheng strode into the main hall, and the heavy doors behind him closed automatically, cutting off all outside noise.

The main hall is spacious and open, with a floor paved with millennia-old warm jade, as smooth as a mirror.

On the highest seat at the very front, a figure slowly materialized; it was none other than the patriarch of the Qingxuan Imperial Clan, the Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons.

"Junior Wang Sheng greets the clan leader." Upon seeing this, Wang Sheng immediately bowed, preparing to perform a grand ceremony of worship.

"No need for such formalities."

The Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons raised his hand and waved it lightly. A gentle yet irresistible force appeared out of thin air, steadily lifting Wang Sheng's body so that he could not bow.

The old man sat upright in the main seat, looking at Wang Sheng with a calm gaze and a hint of emotion in his eyes.

"Now that you are an imperial prince of a different surname appointed by my Qingxuan Imperial Clan, you have a noble status and are on equal footing with me. From now on, there is no need for such a grand ceremony; we can simply treat each other as equals."

The Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons carefully examined Wang Sheng.

"Back then, although I sensed that you were quite extraordinary, a variable in this world, a genius that appears only once in billions of years in a small world!"

"But if we look at the entire civilization, you are nothing special. I only spared you out of consideration for the Tai Xuan Imperial Clan."

"However, I never expected that you would actually gain the Emperor's approval."

"A prince from a different family!"

"hehe!"

"This title is just a name in the eyes of my Qingxuan Imperial Clan, no, in the eyes of most super powers."

"To put it another way, the number of imperial sons from outside the imperial family is even fewer than the number of emperors themselves!"

The final words of the Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons revealed the extreme rarity of imperial sons from outside the imperial family.

Therefore, although the Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons did not know how Wang Sheng had gained the Emperor's favor.

But he didn't need to think too much; he just had to do it.

"This junior thanks the Emperor for his kindness and the Senior for his guidance!"

Wang Sheng said respectfully.

"Come, I will pass on my power to you!"

The Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons waved his hand, ceasing his idle chatter. Golden light flowed around him, and the vast power of the Emperor's Dao technique slowly surged forth.

The powerful Daoist energy transformed into countless threads of light, flowing towards Wang Sheng like rivers flowing into the sea.

The orthodox Qingxuan Emperor's Law is all-encompassing, covering all aspects of the physical body, soul, laws, and supernatural powers. It is the foundation of the imperial clan's billions of years of inheritance.

Wang Sheng focused his mind and opened his acupoints, fully embracing this hard-won inheritance.

Vast amounts of knowledge and insights into cultivation flooded into my mind like a tidal wave.

The transmission of the teachings was slow and profound. While circulating his power to transfer the technique, the Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons solemnly instructed on the follow-up arrangements, presenting Wang Sheng with two paths.

"After accepting the inheritance, you have two paths to choose from."

"One option is to leave the Azure Profound Realm and travel throughout the vast universe, searching for cosmic purple energy. Another option is to go to various battlefields to fight, accumulate unparalleled merits, and then ask the Great Emperor for cosmic purple energy based on those merits."

"Secondly, you will remain in the Azure Profound Realm for secluded cultivation for three thousand years. You can utilize the rich fortune and spiritual energy of the Imperial Palace to hone your cultivation and understanding of the Dao to the peak of your current realm. If you have not reached the Quasi-Saint Perfection realm by the end of the three thousand years, you can apply to extend your seclusion time, which can be extended to a maximum of ten thousand years."

"But there is one thing you must remember: once the ten thousand-year period is up, no matter what your cultivation level is, you must leave the Azure Profound Realm. You must either travel abroad or go to the front lines to fight. You cannot stay any longer."

While imparting the teachings, the Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons gave instructions.

Wang Sheng listened silently.

He felt somewhat helpless.

He certainly wanted to stay in the Azure Profound Realm and cultivate in seclusion.

Staying in the Azure Profound Realm for seclusion for three thousand or even ten thousand years is undoubtedly the safest choice.

This place is rich in spiritual energy, attracts many powerful individuals, and is fully supplied with resources by the imperial clan, making it far more efficient for closed-door cultivation than the outside world.

But he knew in his heart that his greatest secret was that he could break through to the Saint Realm directly without needing the Purple Qi of the Universe.

The Purple Qi of the Universe is a core necessity for all beings in the heavens to advance to the eighth-order Saint. It is a supreme treasure condensed from the origin of the universe and an ironclad rule established by the laws of heaven and earth.

Throughout history, no one has been able to defy this.

If he were to break through to the Saint Realm without warning in front of dozens of Saints within the Azure Profound Realm, it would be tantamount to breaking the rules of the universe in public.

Even the Great Emperor couldn't change this rule, so what makes Wang Sheng think he can?

If it's discovered,

No matter how much potential Wang Sheng had, he could not escape the fate of being tormented in every way.

"I wish to travel to the outside world and search for the whereabouts of the cosmic purple aura!"

Wang Sheng said with a serious expression.

"Fine."

The Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons nodded slightly upon hearing this, showing no surprise in his eyes.

"The Purple Qi of the Universe is a rare treasure of heaven and earth, ethereal and elusive, something that can only be encountered by chance and cannot be sought after. It wanders to every corner of the universe, without a fixed abode. Looking across the entire universe, apart from the Great Emperor, no one can predict its whereabouts. The road ahead is perilous; be careful in all things."

The moment the words were spoken, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly changed dramatically, and the void trembled slightly.

A hazy, translucent ray of light, imbued with the aura of the highest origin, appeared out of thin air and slowly drifted in the center of the hall.

This wisp of light, though seemingly thin, contains a terrifying power that suppresses all heavens; it is the cosmic purple energy that countless cultivators dream of!

At the same time, a faint, ethereal, and androgynous Daoist voice resounded throughout the entire hall, echoing in every inch of space, carrying the supreme majesty of one who rules the universe.

"Hold fast to the Floating Star System! This cosmic purple aura is yours!"

The Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons trembled, daring not to be negligent in the slightest. He immediately knelt down, performing the highest level of worship. Wang Sheng quickly followed suit, bowing and kneeling in obeisance.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!"

The hall remained silent for a long time. The Emperor's Daoist voice slowly dissipated, and the wisp of purple cosmic energy floated in mid-air, quietly awaiting its destination.

Only after the oppressive aura completely dissipated did the Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons slowly rise up.

Wang Sheng also straightened up, but his expression was not relaxed, and his brows were slightly furrowed.

He looked at the Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons and spoke frankly about his concerns.

"Patriarch, I am currently only at the Quasi-Saint level, and have not yet stepped into the Saint realm. The Holy Light Civilization has committed a large force this time, and even has a main god overseeing the legion. With my own strength, I am afraid I will be unable to resist, so how can I defend the Floating Glory Star System?"

The Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons, with a solemn and earnest expression, said, "Your opportunity has arrived!"

"The Floating Star System is the bottom line of my Azure Profound Star Region."

"If the Floating Splendor Star System falls, the Azure Profound Realm will be in danger."

"Now the Emperor will use the Floating Star System as a chessboard to play against the Holy Light Civilization."

"You may go all out and start a massacre."

"If there is a supreme god, the creator god, who attacks you, someone will surely come to your rescue!"

The Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons' voice was calm and powerful, as if he had everything under control.

"So that's how it is! I will swear to protect the Vast Star System with my life! Loyal to the Emperor! Loyal to the Imperial Clan!"

Wang Sheng listened and repeatedly agreed, his gratitude overflowing.

But a chill ran through my heart.

Even though the Great Emperor Qingxuan is supporting him, it seems he can get the imperial clan's cultivation techniques and the purple energy of the universe.

But you should know that a battle between eighth and ninth tiers is no joke.

The aftershocks of a clash between eighth- and ninth-tier powerhouses can shatter stars and tear apart star fields.

Even with powerful figures secretly protecting him, he was still like a small boat in a raging storm, constantly at risk of being swept away.

Emperor Qingxuan wagered a star system to confront the entire Holy Light Civilization head-on.

This is tantamount to a top-tier clan directly confronting a vast and powerful nation.

It's a big gamble.

If the game is lost, not only will the front-line defenses collapse, but the entire Qingxuan Imperial Clan, and even countless forces dependent on the Imperial Clan, may be wiped out.

Perhaps other super powers of the Holy Martial Civilization will come to our aid.

But you should know,

In other directions, the Holy Martial Civilization is still facing pressure from the armies of the Intelligent Civilization, the Dark Civilization, and the Zerg Civilization.

How many people can these superpowers spare to provide support?

This is truly a half-dead situation!

"Damn it, I'll become a saint the moment I step out the door!"

Wang Sheng cursed inwardly.

Once he returns to the Floating Star System, he will go into seclusion to cultivate and then become a saint!

Once he becomes a saint, he will have more power to protect himself. Even if the imperial clan is about to be destroyed, he can escape if the situation turns bad.

If a sage is determined to escape, he can go to the dark side of the universe, dimensional space, the frontier of the universe, or even the cosmic rift where he is exiled!

As for any game theory, chess pieces, or plans, screw them.

In any case, the official claim is that he suddenly picked up a piece of cosmic purple energy in the Floating Star System and then became a saint!