"In the future, cultivating in the Three Elents Realm will beco exceedingly difficult. Without entering the Capital City for protection, appearing randomly in the wild will greatly increase risks... creating a cultivator discontinuity."
So showed expressions of horror, as if seeing the future.
The Human Race will usher in a relatively dark period.
"A cultivator discontinuity, that’s manageable."
An elder’s expression was solemn, "Look at what’s written here? The incomplete Three Flowers of the Embers are the species protected by the Capital City."
"The human safe zone has turned into a ghost safe zone! Will the Capital City beco a breeding revival ground for the ghosts in the future?"
Many couldn’t accept this.
The Capital City is a strategic stronghold.
The Nursery is the man-made Tenth Continent, sitting above the sky.
Exactly which ancient dynasty established it is no longer known.
But as each era changed, with Great Calamity settling in, ti aggregated the tombs of ancient nobility, transforming the Nursery from a paradise of all living beings to a perilous continent, entirely corrupted.
Even humans gradually lost their ruling power, with each tomb expelling them.
In recent dynasties, the Human Race toiled and counterattacked bit by bit, painstakingly carving out a region in the Nursery and establishing it as Capital City, only for it to disappear now?
This historical achievent, at least four or five dynasties’ worth, vanished just like that, who wouldn’t be angry?
This is uprooting the foundation of the Human Race!
Of course, so asked, "May I ask, what’s the deal with flowers having more than three petals?"
"Yes, flowers with less than three petals are the Embers’ incomplete Three Flowers, but what about those with more?"
Most cultivators had never seen flowers with more than three petals.
Four petals, five petals?
Humans consist of Essence, Qi, and Spirit—the Three Elents, where do four or five exist?
It doesn’t make sense.
"Of course, you’ve never seen them, we haven’t either."
So sighed, "But history records that flowers with more than three petals co from only one place."
"Where?"
"The Imperial Mausoleum. The Three Flowers from the Imperial Mausoleum grew outside, with spirits attaching to normal Three Flowers, presenting a four-petal, five-petal appearance."
Upon these words, everyone paled with shock.
The Imperial Mausoleum... had leaked.
No wonder the previous Capital City code said to imdiately notify the city for flowers with more than three petals.
But because the Saint was so powerful, in his lifeti, no examples of the Imperial Mausoleum leaking ever occurred.
So no one had ever seen it.
So fell silent:
"Which ans, from now on, the flowers everywhere in the Capital City are flowers of the dead, and it’s already a city of the dead."
"Then, the Emperor who ascends the throne will be..."
So had already guessed so possibilities.
...
Capital City, Imperial Palace.
The plaque of the entire main hall had inexplicably changed to the na [Between the Embers].
A tall, imposing man sat silently on the imperial throne, observing the fresco figures on the walls.
He surveyed the frescoes of one ancient Saint after another, finally settling on the most recent one, [Between the Scales].
"Finally dead."
He looked at the freshly built Saint’s tomb, saying softly:
"I have finally returned."
"Let you reign peerless and unmatched for a generation, so what? I hid in the tomb, waited for your natural demise, and then erged anew to unify the world."
The Saint of Xin Dynasty exposed a trace of a complex expression.
Recalling back in the day, in the world of Nine-State, every Continent City’s defense was incredibly strong.
Capital City’s defense was even more fearso.
A single Capital City had defenses surpassing all of the Nine-State combined.
As soon as the teleportation array to the Capital was closed, they could only march on foot, reaching the city through sheer physical ascent.
Within the sky’s cloud layers, there were too many indescribable ancient, mysterious shadows.
The shadow giants that planted flowers, like colossal beings with a child’s laughter, had their tombs in the sky, upside down beneath the Nursery.
Like a table, they rooted under the table, watching people fly up to the Nursery upside down.
Dharma Aspect, Three Flowers, entering the Capital City without a body, they didn’t mind, occasionally grabbing these soul bodies as a snack.
Because ghosts feed on flesh.
If living people ascended, with powerhouses having overwhelming blood aura, it would inevitably draw those tombs’ Great Calamity, driving them mad.
Yet, that terrifying man of the past led cultivators from Nine-State, ascending in flesh together, constructing the Heaven-Reaching Ladder, killing step by step through each cloud layer, sending the heavens into darkness and exploding ancient mysteries.
Even so, the entire army suffered heavy casualties.
Ultimately, they set foot in the Capital City.
A great war broke out, the Royal Race’s accumulated heritage was fully displayed, but he still couldn’t prevail and retreated into the tomb he had long prepared for himself.
"Only tens of thousands of years passed."
"Opening the most prosperous era in human history, radiant and glorious, dying like brilliant fireworks, only I am eternal."
The Saint of Xin Dynasty murmured, his eyes carrying rembrance.
Such a man, starting from zero, sweeping through an era, naturally earned his admiration, yet ultimately their stances varied, their camps differed.
The world claid he loathed postnatal humans, but how could he not resent it?
For he was the leader of the innate human camp, having no choice at the beginning because of this interest position.
And now, he was to rule the postnatal Spirit Root era established by the Saint of Jiu Shui.
He was not foolish, even though he was an innate human, he dared not reverse history and revert to the glory of the innate Spirit Root human.
Governing directly in this postnatal era of plant-based Three Flowers is the righteous way.
Thud, thud, thud.
Footsteps approached, and his gaze finally fell upon the newly returned Crown Prince Consort.
"How is this one so fast..." Dao Yueniang was stunned, feeling goosebumps all over, with death’s aura pressing her dangerously.
The Saint had once said that no communication is needed, as long as he dies, the forr dead Saint would co forth, believing himself still alive, reerging to restore the old regi.
She imagined her adversary would appear, but did not expect it to happen so suddenly, so silently.
"Greetings, Saint!" Dao Yueniang respectfully bowed.
"Hmm, a man-made Sun Moon?"
The Saint of Xin Dynasty glanced at Dao Yueniang, "Using a Divine Artifact as a consort, quite amusing indeed."
"National Guardian Divine Artifact... Once I take a new consort and have a son, you will be my child bride, serve the Crown Prince well, and assist him in governing the realm."
A Divine Artifact cannot bear a son.
This Saint was a normal man, naturally having no interest in a weapon.
Dao Yueniang bowed low and complied, "As you command."
The Saint of Xin Dynasty chuckled:
"I do not intend to imdiately depart from my hotown city, to move the Royal Race to the Capital City."
"Having just returned, surely there are so unruly ones wanting to probe Capital City, seeking to seize power, usurp the throne—monsters and demons all."
His expression revealed a faint nonchalance:
"Only after I’ve subdued this era’s world, will I move out of my Royal Capital to the Capital City, then gather the professionists of the postnatal Spirit Root and see this era’s developnt, conferring titles to each new minister."
He showed a trace of keen interest:
"I am very interested in this era’s completely new technologies, and the Divine Craftsman who forged you."
"Yes," Dao Yueniang replied solemnly.
This Saint quietly sat on the throne, as if returning to the ti of his own reign.
"A new era indeed."
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