God Emperor

Zhang Ruochen put away the Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron and Golden Dragon Carriage, and swallowed a spring pill to recover while walking into the Emperor Shrine.

The more he walked, the more solid the time and space structure became.

There were more and more inscriptions left by the supreme saints of the Zhang family. Some of them were carved underground while others were carved in the air.

He might get killed if he took one wrong step.

Zhang Ruochen had been to the Emperor Shrine to worship his ancestors, so he knew how to get in.

Every mile he walked, he would stop by a nameless stele and bow. “Zhang Ruochen, the descendant of the seven hundred and seventy-fourth generation.”

Every time he finished that sentence, he could feel a mysterious trace of power sweeping through his entire body.

Zhang Ruochen had been a bit scared when he first entered the shrine as he thought there were ghosts passing through his body.

Now, the fear was gone.

Emperor Ming told Zhang Ruochen that the mind power was the saint intent left by all the ancestors.

When someone became a supreme saint, he or she could create lots of abstruse mysteries. Even after supreme saints died, their saint intent would still remain. If they put their saint intent somewhere special, they would remain forever.

The Emperor Shrine was built to store the saint intent of all the ancestors.

Gradually, a towering saint mountain emerged in front of him.

Each emperor that was made of jade represented a supreme saint of the Zhang family, and there were dozens of them in front of Zhang Ruochen now.

If someone became a supreme saint, his or her family would become a giant, or even an empire. The resources and skills left by a supreme saint could help the family last for tens of thousands of years.

Zhang family was created by a God, and there were dozens of supreme saints throughout their history. Ancient families and ancient races were no match for it.

Guarding Dragon Pavilion was one of the resources of the Zhang family.

Ordinary ancient families and ancient races wouldn’t be able to cultivate a power like Guarding Dragon Pavilion or some other mysterious organizations to guard the families eternally.

Only the ancestors who became supreme saints were qualified to leave their saint jade statues and spirit tablets in the saint mountain.

Zhang Ruochen walked past all the emperors and deep into the saint mountain.

There was thick saint mist in front of him, and traces of saint light surged to the sky.

The spirit tablets of each ancestor were put on an altar.

“According to father, the royal grave is Yin, and the Emperor Shrine is Yang. One stands for death and the other stands for life. They’re located on two special spots in Sacred City, and they reinforce each other, bearing the fate Qi of Zhang family. As long as the ancestors’ saint intent is still around, Zhang family will live forever. However, Zhang family declined and fell eight hundred years ago. What happened?”

Zhang Ruochen put his hands together and bowed at the spirit tablets above.

Just as he bowed, he saw a coffin floating in the area covered by saint light.

“How come? All the coffins of Zhang family have been buried in the grave or Emperor Shrine. Why is there a coffin? Whose is it?”

Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes and used his heavenly eyes to look at it again.

This time, he could see the coffin more clearly this time, and he saw a name, ‘Chen,’ at the top of the coffin.

Seeing that word, Zhang Ruochen came up with an assumption that was irritating.

Could it be…

Zhang Ruochen immediately abandoned that thought. He didn’t want to overthink, nor did he go open the coffin. Instead, he prepared to trigger the supreme saint inscriptions to fight the palace-guarding ancient formation in Lingxiao Heavenly King Mansion.

Finishing this battle was the priority.

“Unmovable Emperor Ming Saintly Look.”

Zhang Ruochen immediately mobilized his techniques and brought out a saint look from his lower abdomen, and that saint shadow looked exactly like Zhang Ruochen.

The white saint shadow rushed into the altar, and all of a sudden, every spirit table started to gleam with saint light.

And then, supreme saint inscriptions emerged, centering on the altar, and they spread everywhere like humans’ veins.

Supreme saint inscriptions were activated, and they spread toward Lingxiao Heavenly King Mansion.

The Sacred armies and the armies from the imperial government all looked to the Emperor Shrine. They could see the contour of that saint mountain where supreme saint sculptures stood, and they were giving off divine forces.

“All the emperors from the Sacred Central Empire have woken up. The empire will shine again! Chi’s rule will be ended!”

“The palace-guarding formation has been suppressed by supreme saint inscriptions. Attack!”

“Destroy Lingxiao Heavenly King Mansion.”

“Long live his highness the crown prince!”

…

Without the palace-guarding formation, the armies from the Sacred could finally focus on fighting their enemies.

Le looked ruthless, and the iron sword he held looked plain.

Whoosh!

He pierced through Prince Forty-six’s head and killed him instantly.

That was Le’s sword way, death sword way.

Death sword way wasn’t an orthodox sword way, as it didn’t need a solid foundation or any sorts of sword way mysteries. It was a unique sword way.

The user could defeat someone stronger than him with that technique.

Death sword way only had one move, and the user either killed his enemy instantly or got killed.

Even Zhang Ruochen couldn’t guarantee he’d be able to ward off a move from Le, and if he failed to do so, he would be killed.

Zhang Ruochen wouldn’t risk his life doing so.

Without the suppression from the palace-guarding formation, the great spirit from the saint king became more powerful. He wielded a sun and moon print, beating Hu Bi Heavenly King and causing him to bleed.

Hu Bi Heavenly King’s chest was crushed, and blazing power flowed in the wound, which burned his entire body.

Hu Bi Heavenly King pressed onto his chest, trying to protect the wound. He yelled with his eyes popping, “Who are you? There’re less than five people from Confucius Way who’re this powerful.”

“That only means you’re not well-informed. Confucius Way is one of the three major ways, and its power is unfathomable to you.”

That saint king from Confucius Way read the latter part of ‘Great Spirit Cloud Song,’ and a saint piece emerged in the sky, diving toward Hu Bi Heavenly King.

Hu Bi Heavenly King roared, and a white tiger saint soul rushed out of his body which tore all the saint characters apart.

It was the soul of a supreme saint savage emperor, which was bestowed upon him by the empress. He refined that soul saint into his body and turned it into a fighting soul.

After activating the white tiger saint soul, Hu Bi Heavenly King was able to rival that saint king from Confucius Way.

However, Blue Moon Ancestor didn’t have the cultivation of Hu Bi Heavenly King or the vigorous blood Qi.

She was already a dying person, so she couldn’t fight for a long time. It was already a difficult task for her to fight the Cai Family Ancestor, and after Mingjiang King joined the fight, she was in grave danger.

“You’re nothing even after absorbing the saint power from my ancestors. I’ll kill you now.”

Mingjiang King wielded his Ten Dragons Sword.

Bang!

Half the saint body of Blue Moon Ancestor was annihilated. Her face twisted and she shouted, “Even if I die, I’ll bring you two down with me.”

The saint body of Blue Moon Ancestor exploded.

A trace of terrifically destructive power gushed toward Mingjiang King and the Cai Family Ancestor.

Supreme saint inscriptions gushed out of the saint mountain, dispersing the destructive power from Blue Moon Ancestor.

Even so, Mingjiang King and Cai’s Family Ancestor were still severely injured.

It was a miracle that they could survive the explosion of a saint king.

“Ancestor… Died…”

“Gosh! Even Blue Moon Ancestor was killed. There’ll be a huge earthquake among the royalty. The empress will definitely kill all the Sacred dregs.”

…

All the royal members from Lingxiao Heavenly King Mansion were crying after seeing a saint king being killed. They finally felt that a catastrophe was going against them.

They wouldn’t have provoked Zhang Ruochen if they’d known Zhang Ruochen’s power.

But now, it was too late for them to regret it.

They all rushed toward the saint palace where Lingxiao Heavenly King lived as they hoped Lingxiao Heavenly King could protect them.

However, just as they arrived, they found that the saint palace was in ruins, and there was an island floating in the sky where Lingxiao Heavenly King stood.

“Where does that island come from?”

“That floating island must be the center of that palace-guarding formation. Perhaps it’ll only show after the palace-guarding formation is fully operated.”

…

The Vice Leader of Guarding Dragon Pavilion stood as high as the floating island, stepping on a saint cloud, and said, “You could barely rival me even with the palace-guarding formation. Now, his highness has activated the supreme saint inscriptions and suppressed the palace-guarding formation. Your advantages will be gone soon.”

Lingxiao Heavenly King was a middle-aged man in his fifties, and there was white hair on his head. He said, “I’ve already figured out who you are.”

“I would’ve been surprised if you couldn’t,” the Vice Leader of Guarding Dragon Pavilion said.

Lingxiao Heavenly King snorted, “I’m indeed not your match, but there’re still a couple of people from the imperial government who’re stronger than you. Aren’t you afraid of losing all your family after this coup?”

The Vice Leader said, “We both know the real great beings aren’t in the imperial government anymore. Of course, the Sacred isn’t as powerful as you think. Guarding Dragon Pavilion is only the tip of the iceberg.”