The ministers were aghast. From within the hall, they heard the panicked clamor of officials losing their composure outside. Many realized the situation had taken a turn for the worse, yet they had no idea what was actually happening.
Filled with confusion, they arrived at the Great Fla Dragon Wall. There, they saw a strikingly handso man in a Python Robe who had fought his way to Saint Ming Hall, saber in hand. Behind him, the ground was covered with the bodies of the palace’s Forbidden Guard.
The ministers’ hearts pounded in their chests, and a feeling of surreal disbelief washed over them.
In the 369 years since Great Yan was founded, had anyone other than the founding Grand Ancestor Emperor—a man whose might rivaled the Human Emperors of old—ever fought their way into the Imperial Palace to challenge the reigning Emperor?
Not a single one!
At this mont, even these n found themselves helpless. They were Civil Servants renowned for their calm composure and long-term strategies, old foxes who had navigated the treacherous court for decades, ministers whose sches were unfathomably deep. Yet, none of them possessed any power that could counter this unparalleled might.
Nor could they calm their own hearts. Their faces were a mixture of shock, fury, terror, confusion, and utter disbelief.
The mont Lu Mingyuan broke through the Imperial City’s defenses, an orange radiance blood before his eyes.
"Venerable Purple Life Chart - Qilin Martial Lord, Refinent Level has increased to 100%."
"Promoted to Emperor Orange Fate Grid - Martial Saint."
"Emperor’s Orange Life Chart - Martial Saint, Refinent Level has increased to 10%."
"Emperor Orange Fate Grid (Martial Saint): I ask the Immortal Gods in the heavens: who dares to co to this Mortal World? When the Martial Artists of this age look up at , it is as if they behold their own Progenitor."
"Refinent Level reached 10%. Unlocked Life Chart Trait - True Martial (Basic Level)."
"True Martial (Basic Level): The Martial Fortune of an entire continent, enough to sweep aside a nation. Your talent for the Martial Dao is unmatched in all of history, and your Martial Fortune is second to none in this world. Your Martial Dao cultivation will face no bottlenecks, your training speed is one hundred tis what it was, and you can absorb the Destiny of other Martial Artists to increase your Cultivation."
’Another Emperor Orange Fate Grid.’
Lu Mingyuan took a deep breath. As he looked at the Martial Saint Fate Grid before him, he couldn’t stop his heart from burning with excitent.
’I’ve already experienced the power of the purple Qilin Martial Lord firsthand. What kind of power will an Emperor Orange Fate Grid have?’
When Lu Mingyuan turned his gaze back to the Imperial Palace, his ears were filled with the sound of various Confucian True Words, techniques powered by Vast Energy.
"Lu Mingyuan, do you intend to rebel?!"
"As a son, how dare you oppose your sovereign!"
"Audacious! This is the Holy Bright Palace! This is no place for you to run rampant!"
Lu Mingyuan remained unmoved. His expression was impassive, his eyes as calm and still as a ripple-free lake. He spoke, his voice thundering:
"You esteed ministers, you diocre officials of Great Yan! Can any of you truly claim to have a clear conscience?!"
In a single instant, his voice completely overwheld all the others.
The entire court fell silent.
Following this deafening roar, a beam of saber light shot out, as if to pin Emperor Yong’an to the Great Fla Dragon Wall.
The ministers’ eyes followed the arc of light, landing upon the Iron-blooded Emperor who had dominated the court for more than sixty years.
At so point, Emperor Yong’an had already stepped calmly onto the Great Fla Dragon Wall.
With a heavy stomp of his foot, a golden ripple spread out. He spoke, his voice cold:
"Rebellious son, you are utterly ignorant of the great powers that exist in this world."
The entire Capital City began to shake.
At the sa instant, the majestic phantom of a Golden Dragon rose from the Dragon Wall. It lowered its head to stare coldly at Lu Mingyuan below, and a vast, imposing might surged forth, blasting the saber away.
Lu Mingyuan struggled to resist it, even with his full power.
anwhile, a profound secret lay hidden in the vast area between the Imperial City and the Imperial Palace of the Great Yan Capital City. There, twelve Golden Armored Giant Warriors, each a hundred ters tall, began to stir. They glowed with a Golden Radiance, and their eyes shone with the sa brilliant light.
The sound of machinery slowly began to grind.
With a series of clicks and clanks, they began to turn.
Within the Jingang Temple, bells began to toll, their sound mingling with lingering Sanskrit chants. At the Thunder Pool Daoist Academy, purple mist billowed from an Incense Burner, the consecrated smoke condensing into a giant Golden Talisman.
Before the massive, ten-zhang drum at the entrance to the Drumming Institute, a giant, serpentine creature stirred in the pond beneath a stone arch bridge, sending ripples across the surface.
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