Is that the watch imbued with Sky Rail permissions and the Hai Xiang Mirror?!
At this mont, a faint ray of light rose from the two, weaving in mid-air to outline two distinct and intricate emblems.
Almost as if verifying permissions.
One resembled a hand with spread fingers, manipulating countless threads, setting things right; at the bottom, an ancient language marked "[Emperor's Hand]."
Instantly, verification passed.
In the changing light, the emblem and text transford into a new appearance: "[Universal Passage, Unrestricted]."
One resembled intersecting blades encircling a majestic crown. Below the emblem, the na given was: "[Swordsmith's Hai Xiang]!"
After verification passed, the light changed again, revealing a final line of new text to display authority:
—"[Sword Attains the Hall, Reverence Naless]!"
Finally, the two streams of light converged upon Ji Jue.
Instantly, the world's malice and omnipresent suffocation seed to vanish without a trace, replaced by an unprecedented comfort and joy.
It felt like coming ho, unrestrained and free.
"Emmmm..."
Ji Jue tentatively reached out, tapped the stone sculpture and bronze statue in front of him; no response. Then tapped again, still no response.
They're just lifeless objects, devoid of the mystical essence from the Heavenly Essence Law within the temple.
Ji Jue cautiously awakened Fei Gong, waved it—no matter how its aura manifested, the temple remained unchanged.
It cared not; only recognized identity, not the person—even if the one with permissions was a Mo renegade, it seed invisible.
He could jump repetitively at the door, and there was no impatience whatsoever.
"So I'm one of you now?"
Ji Jue scratched his head, looked down at the gilt floor tiles beneath his feet, and hesitantly asked, "Then I shall not be polite, eh!"
The temple said nothing.
Ji Jue assud it consented.
Imdiately he decisively pried a piece out, quickly.
Throughout, countless black lines and surrounding stone sculptures and bronze statues twitched incessantly, like epileptic seizures, yet no hindrance whatsoever.
Hence, Ji Jue's expression grew ever more subtle.
Holding the brick, he resolutely turned back...
Three minutes later, sleeves rolled up, carrying a sack, pushing a cart, and dressed in workwear, Ji Jue reappeared from the station.
Then, he confidently huffed down the road!
The Empire Mausoleum shopping, isn't that just beginning?!
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"Ahhhh, Master, Master save, save ... save ahhhh..."
In deathly silence, only the shrill screams echoed endlessly.
Yet there was no response.
Everyone silently moved aside without uttering a word, including the leading master from Wulou Temple, their face sullen, raising their hand multiple tis but stopping abruptly.
Unable even to give their disciple a swift end.
In the broken corridor, everyone stared at the passing shadows nearby, their bodies cold. Despite ticulous attention to many taboos, gaps remained.
Not only did shadows instantly erupt upon sensing outsiders, but the carvings on the walls and ever-present stone sculptures and bronze statues constantly surprised them.
The monk triggering the taboo rely glanced back at the flaking painting of the Emperor on the wall while passing through the corridor.
Then froze in place.
Uncertain what he saw, by the ti he reacted, it was too late to perform the ritual.
His body began dissolving rapidly; first his face, sliding away like mud, then his limbs and torso. Strangely, after the initial terror ca a hysterical euphoria and excitent, waving dissolving limbs, delighted: "I, I... ha, ha, hahahaha... I saw... I, I am..."
Crack!
The muddy body exploded, turning into vibrant oil paint, leaving a glaring mark on the ground.
Within the colorful marks, a shadow slowly ford, creeping up, rging into the cracked portrait.
No longer seen.
Only the seemingly illusory laughter echoed in the dark corridor, chilling to the bone.
"What's happening, Wuyou Gong?"
In the crowd, a skinny and shriveled woman resembling a living corpse twitched: "Weren't we told with the waist tags, no need to worry about these intrusions?"
At this mont, everyone's broken waist tags still glimred faintly, bringing no comfort whatsoever.
After continual attrition, Wuyou Gong gloomily produced these treasures.
Yet aside from slightly easing the Heavenly Essence pressure here, they're utterly useless!
"Do any of you hold positions or titles in the Empire? Waist tags only serve as credentials for palace passage, but can't prevent transgressions!"
Wuyou Gong coldly retorted, their tone grim, "The Emperor's command over the seas, ruling the world, naturally radiating with myriad honors. The eternal sovereign akin to Tian Yuan's incarnation; to behold the Emperor's visage without reverence, naturally dissolves like fireflies before the sun and moon..."
I've long explained the rules; did you think I was exaggerating?"
The emaciated woman's expression slightly changed, but under the cold stares of Wuyou Gong's nurous subordinates, she ultimately remained silent.
In the following ti, no one dared speak.
Only leading the way, Wuyou Gong's expression was solemn, navigating the complex paths outside the temple, steadily moving toward the mountain waist.
Yet during the trek, everyone felt a sudden tremor beneath their feet, countless unsettling friction sounds erupting from the stones and walls.
It was like an earthquake.
At the peak of Crack Realm's mountaintop, the temple shook!
A majestic bell sound spontaneously erupted, a black tide spreading with sound waves, sweeping in all directions, reverberating through Crack Realm.
Everyone's vision darkened, bending involuntarily.
"Bow!!!"
At that mont, under Wuyou Gong's command, they couldn't care about anything else, hurriedly kneeling on the street, joining the screaming shadows in a reverent ceremony towards the mountain temple.
Within the crowd, Shekri's entourage, a White Deer Demon from Wolf Nest frowned instinctively, slightly delayed in the worship motion, crushed legs beneath the tower's shadow rhythm.
Gritted teeth, dared not let out a scream.
Yet this was rely Tian Yuan's law barely touching the disrespectful ones...
All of Crack Realm suddenly seed to welco a tempest, wave upon wave of tremors surged from the abyss below, the sea of clouds roiling, unresting.
An eerie roar emanated from the abyss's depths, shrill and malignant, like a monstrous final scream and curse.
Echoing through bygone tis, inscribed in eternity.
Yet they dared not gaze upon it, only biting teeth silently enduring the bell's relentless pressure, under waist tag's faint glow praying the phenona ends swiftly.
"What the hell..."
Outside the temple, on the edge of the precipice, Ji Jue leaned forward, staring at the massive shadow in the abyss, wide-eyed:
"What a huge snake!"
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