Chapter 710: Chapter 452: The Big Battle—The Taoist Divine Palace is Fully Revealed!
“Kneel to the ancestors!”
The Great Scholar declared loudly.
No sooner had his words faded than a cluster of flas descended from the sky, landing on the divine incense in the burner. Soon after, three wisps of blue smoke rose and drifted into the void.
Jingtai’s expression was solemn as he bowed deeply toward the ancestral tablets in front of him.
With his movent, the hundred officials, nobles, and royal families behind him followed suit.
“Bow again!”
Jingtai bowed once more.
“Thrice bow!”
The vast crowd, black as a press, moved in unison.
The guards nearby also bowed their heads at this mont, silent and subdued.
A solemn atmosphere enveloped everything within ten thousand ters, with only one exception—Chen Yuan.
His gaze was profound as he looked beyond the Imperial City, silently counting the ti in his heart.
Unless sothing unforeseen occurred, any mont now the people from the Taoist Divine Palace would make their move, and he would seize the chance to head to the Harem while everyone’s attention was elsewhere.
After the third bow, Jingtai straightened up.
The next part of the ceremony was to proceed, with a prince from the current reign reciting a mourning tribute. Then ca another bow…
The chosen prince was none other than Sima You, the son of the Empress.
He stepped forward calmly, his composure only serving to stoke the jealousy within Sima Ke, who stood nearby. Had it not been for recent events, it should have been his turn to recite the tribute!
But because of this, Jingtai had stripped him of the right, an implicit form of suppression.
“Great Jin has been established for two hundred….”
Sima You began to recite the eulogy loudly, but midway, a thunderous rumble erupted from the void, interrupting him and causing his face to redden as he stifled the rest of the tribute.
Upon hearing this sound, an idea flashed through Chen Yuan’s mind:
“The Taoist Divine Palace… has arrived!”
As expected.
The timing was nearly identical to his prediction—the Grandmasters were indeed acting according to plan, without any delay.
And as this sound rose, West Imperial City was beset by disturbance, with all eyes converging on Jingtai at the forefront.
Yet, he seed unfazed as if it were but a trivial matter….
Everyone looked up to see, outside the Imperial City, the changing winds and thunderclouds blanketing the sky. The expanse even reached tens of thousands of ters and speedily advanced toward the West Imperial City.
At the sa mont, streaks of black light erupted near the Imperial City, as if the gates of Hell had been flung open, accompanied by the ghastly laughter of Yin Souls.
It was the Myriad Ghosts Night Array set in place by the Devil Daoist Grandmaster Yang Huatian!
Myriad ghosts erged to pressure the Imperial City!
Indistinctly, the crowd could see a Giant Banner soaring amidst the dark clouds, fluttering in the wind!
“The Sima Family usurped Great Chu, their reign illegitimate. What face do they have to worship the ancestors!”
A hoarse voice followed.
Upon its utterance, outside the Imperial City, explosive sounds detonated, and figures clad in Black Robes, revealed as Martial Artists, appeared, intent on storming the Imperial City with sky-shaking battle cries.
Among them were not a few Dan Realm Masters.
This wasn’t surprising. Su Ziyue had once ntioned that only those who reached the Core Realm were qualified to be Daoists, though not necessarily all would beco one.
Besides, so of these figures were not from the Taoist Divine Palace but were subordinates of several Grandmasters.
These Martial Artists wielded their Swords, sending Sword Light slashing toward the Imperial City guards from the Heavenly Patrol Bureau, while the Divine Envoy Wu Tianxi imdiately yelled:
“What devilry dares to plague the Imperial City!”
“Heavenly Patrol Guards, exterminate these Demon Dao deviants.”
Jingtai said indifferently:
“Kill!”
At his command, energies soared within the Imperial City. The four Divine Envoys of the Heavenly Patrol Bureau, four War Generals from the military, tributes of the Royal Family, and more than ten True Masters of Yang Transformation readied their might.
Besides these individuals, no one else made a move.
Martial Artists from the four Imperial City Departnts and the Imperial Guard Army were all on alert, waiting for Jingtai’s command to rush out and suppress the turmoil outside.
Despite Jingtai’s calmness, there was still an air of panic among the hundred officials.
Chen Yuan’s gaze flickered as he suppressed his Qi, discreetly retreating to the back of the crowd.
Next, he concealed his aura and, under the cover of the crowd, silently changed his clothes and donned a Human Skin Mask so realistic it could deceive anyone.
Without looking back, Chen Yuan quickly left the area amidst the chaos.
The actions of the people from the Taoist Divine Palace had drawn everyone’s attention, leaving him to make his necessary move….
“My lord, what shall we do?”
Tao Qingyuan, with a grave expression, looked at the massive disturbance in the void but did not turn back as he called to Chen Yuan.
He received no response.
Then, on impulse, he looked back only to find that his master had vanished without a trace at so point.
Suddenly recalling Chen Yuan’s earlier admonition about another task from the Emperor, Tao Qingyuan was not unduly concerned, but he gripped his sword even tighter, ready to command the nearby Heavenly Patrol Guards into battle at any mont.
Nevertheless, he felt unnerved; without the usually confident Chen Yuan at his side, he felt uncertain, especially as this was his first ti facing such a large-scale event.
This was a clash of True Masters of Yang Transformation! And these True Masters from the Demon Dao were brazen enough to disrupt the ancestral worship ceremony. Just entering the fray would reduce him to cannon fodder—if not less.
An utterly terrifying thought!
He couldn’t help but wonder what Chen Yuan was off doing, whether it was as dangerous.
Jingtai maintained his composure, completely unflustered. The eunuchs behind him promptly moved the Dragon Throne for him to sit, and Cao Zhengxian approached, bowing deeply and standing guard behind Jingtai.
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