From the Valkyrie to the Endless

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Yang Zongxian took a deep breath, his body covered in blood, and laughed loudly towards the sky. The spiritual patterns on his body glowed slightly, absorbing all the blood. His breath fluctuated more and more, rubbing out strands of electric light in the air.

The sky and the earth changed color, dark clouds gathered, the invisible magnetic field was distorted, the positive magnetic and negative evil energy between heaven and earth began to gather vaguely, and a huge funnel-like vortex was rolled up in the sky above the imperial capital, affecting the celestial phenomena within a radius of nearly 100 miles.

Tang Yan emerged from the ruins, covered in dust. Looking at the figure standing above the sky, he curled up with a numb face, but his heart actually felt much more relaxed.

Indeed, this world is still far from peaceful.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 78: Star Changes, Gate to the Outside World (Two in One!)

More than ten miles away from the imperial capital.

A carriage stopped at the end of the official road.

Looking at the huge vortex mixed with lightning in the distance, Sikong Yuan looked solemn and whispered to himself:

"Yang Zongxian... has entered the evil spirit realm."

At this moment, his mood was extremely complicated. He saw the battle just now.

Just as Wen Tianfeng said, Yang Zongxian still had this terrifying trump card in his hand. In a breath, three old ghosts in the Gangsha realm died.

In the world today, there are no more than ten old ghosts in Gangsha Realm, even if all those hiding overseas are added together, but now more than half of them have died here.

The essence and blood of the three old ghosts in the Gangsha realm are enough to greatly increase Yang Zongxian’s power, and he can take that step with the help of the Yuan-devouring Art.

What puzzled him was that Yang Zongxian seemed to have the ability to predict the future, as if he had foreseen the arrival of these people and had already made preparations. The sword energy did not even affect anyone.

After staring at the imperial city for a long time, Sikong Yuan finally turned the carriage around and headed towards Qianzhou.

The current situation has forced him to make a decision as soon as possible.

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In the deserted imperial palace, Yang Zongxian stood alone on the square in front of the Golden Throne Hall. The spiritual patterns on his body looked like blood, moving slowly and rhythmically as if he was breathing.

He absorbed all the blood and essence of the three powerful Gangsha warriors, and the bottleneck that had troubled him for more than twenty years was finally broken.

The founding emperor of Da Xia was a rare genius rarely seen in a hundred thousand years. Not only did he have an extraordinary talent in cultivation, he also had a talent in spiritual formations that was unimaginable for ordinary people.

The spiritual patterns on Yang Zongxian's body at this moment are exactly what the Great Xia Emperor had comprehended from the world. They are extremely domineering, and complement the Yuan-devouring Technique. With his own body as the eye of the formation, he can devour the essence and blood of living beings for nourishment, and can even use the essence and blood of others to reverse his own innate bones.

The prince of the Jiayuan Dynasty used this method to enter the Gangsha realm overnight and embarked on the journey to the outer world.

Changing the innate numbers can be said to be against the will of heaven. If it could be used only once in a lifetime, this method would even be qualified to stand at the pinnacle of the path of cultivation.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, on your great progress."

The Taoist in green walked slowly into the palace and bowed.

"Have the stars changed?"

Yang Zongxian opened his eyes and asked in a deep voice, his pupils were full of bloodshot and mysterious spiritual patterns were faintly flowing.

"The stars have indeed changed."

The Taoist sighed, his brows still filled with solemnity: "The time for the fall of Daxia is one step closer. The imperial star is shaky. Within three years, Daxia will fall. By then... Your Majesty will also have the sign of passing away."

"Master, please follow me."

After hearing such treasonous words, Yang Zongxian showed no sign of anger. He slowly turned around and walked forward with his hands behind his back. The spiritual patterns on his body gradually faded and disappeared into thin air.

The Taoist in green followed as instructed and headed towards the depths of the palace.

After walking through the long corridor and passing the pavilions and terraces in the harem, Yang Zongxian stopped in front of an inconspicuous side hall.

The entire side hall was covered in dust. It had been closed for who knows how many years and there was no one around.

squeak-

Yang Zongxian pushed open the door of the hall and stepped inside. Dust fluttered down and was blown out of the hall by an invisible breeze.

The scene inside the hall was completely different from that outside. It was spotless, with eighteen coiled dragon pillars supporting the dome. There were flickering flames on both sides of the hall, with nine eternal lamps on each side.

At the end of the hall is a stone platform with three levels, high and low, on which are enshrined dozens of tablets, all of which are the ancestors of the Yang family.

The third floor has the most tablets, with more than twenty, while the second floor has less than ten.

The first floor only enshrines a longevity tablet, "Emperor Taizu Shenwu Renzun Shengci Mingwen".

He was the founder of Daxia.

Yang Zongxian walked forward slowly, picked up a tablet in the corner of the third floor, and placed it on the second floor. There was only a simple name "Yang Zongxian" on the tablet.

The Taoist in green's eyes flickered slightly. Even he didn't know that there was such a secret place in the imperial palace.

Yang Zongxian raised his finger to open his palm and touched the stone platform. A green light rose from the blue-gray stone platform and a vague light gate opened up in the three-foot-high void.

Rich spiritual energy seeps out slowly from the door, making people feel light all over.

The two of them stepped into the light gate one after another. Behind the gate was a desolate world. The sky was dim, the ground was covered with weeds, and the air was filled with spiritual energy, slightly stronger than the outside world, but also limited.

After strolling in the desolate world for a while, a majestic altar appeared in front of the two. Thousands of spirit stones were inlaid on the altar, and mysterious spirit patterns were engraved on them. It was dazzling and gave people a sense of spatial dislocation.

"Your Majesty, what is this?" The Taoist in green looked slightly surprised.

"This is the door to the outer world. After the teleportation spirit formation is activated, it will open up a passage to where the Great Ancestor is. There is still a prosperous place for cultivation there, far better than this nearly exhausted star under our feet."

Yang Zongxian sighed: "To maintain this passage, the spiritual energy consumed is quite astonishing. Even if the spiritual energy of the entire secret realm is used to nourish it, in a hundred years, this passage will probably be cut off and the connection with the outer world will be completely lost."

"Your Majesty, are you preparing to go beyond the sky?" The Taoist in green clothes showed doubt in his eyes. For a moment, he didn't know whether the hexagram he had calculated before was accurate.

According to his deduction, Yang Zongxian and the entire Daxia are about to die and will not live for many more years. If Yang Zongxian goes to outer space, with his current level of cultivation, he will obviously have plenty of life left.

"This road is very dangerous. The Gangsha Realm is just the threshold to get on the road, and it is not certain that you can reach the end of the road. Moreover, this passage has not been walked by anyone for hundreds of years, so it is not surprising that any abnormal changes occur."

Yang Zongxian shook his head and smiled faintly: "Now that I have entered Gangsha, I should consider the inheritance of Daxia's bloodline. In the next period of time, I will take a concubine, and I will not consider the journey until the prince is born."

This road is extremely dangerous, and living beings have to spend a very long time in darkness, unable to sense the danger or even feel the passage of time.

Hearing this, the Taoist in green frowned slightly, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

In the first few years after Yang Zongxian became emperor, he had taken concubines, but no matter how many folk remedies and tonics he took, he was unable to conceive. He had long since conceived that Yang Zongxian had lost the ability to reproduce.

What's more, Da Xia doesn't have many years left to live, so what's the point of a prince being born at this time?

"The Imperial Master doesn't know."

Seeing that the Taoist looked strange, Yang Zongxian's smile faded slightly: "Do you know why the bloodline of my Yang family has always been poor since ancient times?"

"I have never thought about this." The Taoist in green clothes seemed to be thinking about something.

As a royal family, the Yang family's descendants are indeed too few, almost only one person is passed down from generation to generation, and there are only two brothers or sisters at most.

"The blood of the Yang family has the shackles left by Emperor Taizu. Once a new bloodline is born, the fertility of the previous generation will be gradually blocked. The shackles will only be removed if the offspring dies young."

Yang Zongxian stared at the altar, his eyes filled with mixed emotions:

"People who practice cultivation attach great importance to karma. If one's own bloodline reproduces too much, the karma that is generated invisibly will be a great obstacle to the path of cultivation. When Taizu crossed the void and left, he was worried that the karma of his descendants would be too heavy, so he left this yoke behind."

"When I had just taken the throne, Zong Xi had already given birth to a son. I was so absorbed in my cultivation that I didn't pay attention to anything else. By the time I came to my senses, it was already too late."

Yang Zongxian's voice weakened. If he wanted to kill Yang Qiancheng, he would have done it long ago, but Yang Zongxi probably didn't believe it at first.

Hearing this, the Taoist in green suddenly realized that now that Yang Zongxi and his son were dead, the blood shackles on Yang Zongxian were naturally released.

“I’m afraid that Taizu never expected that a saint would emerge from my Yang family and force me to this point.”

Yang Zongxian withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

The ancestral precepts of the Yang family are extremely selfish, with the emperor being more important than the people. Just from this bloodline shackle, it is enough to see what kind of person the Yang family's ancestor is.

But what comes out of a tiger or wolf's den may not necessarily be a tiger or a wolf.

"Master, I have something to entrust to you."

After calming down, Yang Zongxian looked much more serious.

"Your Majesty, you can speak frankly."

"If I cross the Heavenly Road and leave, and it really happens as the celestial phenomena indicate, the situation of Great Xia will be hopeless, and it will be hard to reverse the situation. At that time, please ask the Imperial Master to take my son and hide his identity."

Yang Zongxian clasped his fists and bowed: "Zongxian thanks you here."

"Your Majesty, your words are too serious." The Taoist in green shook his head: "As a minister, I will do what I should do."

After completing the instructions, the two left the secret realm. When they stepped out of the side hall, Yang Zongxian said with a faint smile:

"In the next period of time, I am afraid I will not have the time to take care of other things, and I will have to trouble the national master to monitor the world."

"As for the affairs of the court... they will be temporarily handed over to Liu Kunnan to handle."

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Northern Territory.

The capital of Tianchan Kingdom.

Inside the imperial palace, Shen Qing stood on the roof of the hall, looking far to the south. The clear sword chant had already spread to all the countries in the northern region.

The huge change in the celestial phenomena naturally caught her attention.

She had a vague bad premonition in her heart, fearing that some unexpected and major changes had occurred in Daxia.

After hesitating for a moment, Shen Qing stepped into the hall and ordered people to summon several trusted generals.

Soon, several generals who had reached the highest level of innate perfection, as well as four people including Hao Yun, all rushed to the outer hall.

"There are three pills in this bottle. Each of you three can take one and you can break into the Grandmaster realm sooner."

Shen Qing took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, threw it to Zuo Jun, and waved his hand:

"After you become a Grandmaster, come see me again. I have something for you to do."

The bottle contained three Ningyuan Pills, which were of great use to practitioners in the Ningyuan realm. The elixirs used to refine Ningyuan Pills had long been extinct in this era, and were equivalent to rare items. As one was used, there was one less, so Shen Qing felt a little distressed when he gave them out.

However, the enormous medicinal power contained in this Ningyuan Pill is enough to allow these three generals to go one step further and enter the realm of martial arts masters.