Li Fei began the 'remote assistance'.
Compared to Ji Yiheng, Ning Qingman, a peak strong person, certainly has a deeper understanding of Taoism.
Ning Qingman quickly sent a ssage:
"The Taoism is different from Divine Skills; it doesn't actually exist as a tangible object. You can consider it as a certain authority granted by the great Tao of Heaven and Earth."
"As the saying goes, 'If you are not in that position, you do not plan its affairs.' Without reaching that level, you cannot gain the corresponding authority."
Li Fei pondered for a mont, then asked:
"Do you an to say that one must break through and beco a peak strong person to be qualified to manipulate the Taoism?"
Ning Qingman: "Yes. If this Taoism falls into the hands of a peak strong person, it might be utilized."
Li Fei smiled bitterly.
It seems that he cannot wield Taoism before a breakthrough.
And when facing other peak strong persons in the future, he must also be cautious of them manipulating the Taoism of Forget River.
Li Fei then described the changes he experienced after beginning his path of Seeking Dao, asking Ning Qingman for her experience.
"The process of Seeking Dao is a process of gaining recognition from the great Tao of Heaven and Earth. During this process, you will gradually deepen your connection with Heaven and Earth..."
As soone who has been through it, Ning Qingman unhesitatingly shared her experiences, providing Li Fei with various suggestions and guidance.
The insights of a peak strong person on Seeking Dao are undoubtedly priceless!
Given Li Fei's current status in the Da Lan Dynasty, if he asked Wenren Zheng for advice, he would certainly receive guidance as well.
However, Wenren Zheng might not be as attentive as Ning Qingman, nor would he be able to answer all of Li Fei's questions anyti, anywhere.
In the room, Li Fei held the Thousand chanism Shadowless Silk and chatted with Ning Qingman while beginning his cultivation.
Above the Sky Do, the 'Mirage' broke through clouds and mist, heading towards Lanling City.
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Second Year of Yuanxing, March 16th.
Lanling City.
Outside Zhengyang Gate, the crowd was like ants, heads swaying in a throng, forming a restless sea.
The blue sky was as clear as washed, with sparse clouds; it should have been a good ti of spring harmony and bright scenery, yet a heavy, suffocating weight pressed inexplicably, as if even the daylight had stagnated slightly, heavily enveloping this splendid Imperial City.
From the open city gate extended a wide Imperial Path, covered with scarlet carpets, leading straight ahead to the silent and massive vermillion-lacquered gate tower of the majestic Imperial City.
On either side of the Imperial Path, the Forbidden Army stood solemnly like a forest. The reflections of their Golden Armor under the high noon sun were blindingly cold, forming two endless, cold, hard, and brilliant iron walls.
Countless spears with red tassels were gripped tightly, their dense spearheads pointing skyward, their lethal gleams flickering like sparks under the sunlight.
The wind suddenly grew strong, sweeping a few dry leaves tumbling over the scarlet carpet, rolling beneath countless boot soles—at the carpet's end, outside Zhengyang Gate, a group of people appeared in the public's view.
The representatives of the Northern Barbarian Seventeen Clans entered the Capital of the Da Lan Dynasty for the first ti!
Leading them was an elder with hair and beard like frost-dyed hay, draped in a worn wolf fur, each step striking heavily, his boots tattered and old.
Wuyana was also among the crowd, looking up at the grandeur of the city before her.
The towering walls soared into the clouds, with endless glazed eaves, the pavilions and towers with flying eaves and bracket systems, the railings carved in jade spanning the sky... All of this, compared to the Northern Barbarians' vast ten thousand great mountains and deep, sun-obscured primordial forests, was like two entirely different worlds!
Wuyana stood in the shadow of the massive city gate, ice-cold tears unexpectedly rolling down, washing the dust from her cheeks, leaving her vision blurred yet clear through tear-filled eyes.
"Nana, do you believe that one day, our Northern Barbarian army can stand before Lanling City!"
The bold voice from her mory roared in her heart, carrying scorching pain.
No longer possible...
That voice, along with its pride and potential, had shattered in the wind, dispersed in this strange, dizzying opulence.
"Let's go."
The low voice beside her pulled Wuyana back from suffocating mories.
She shuddered and realized her legs felt as heavy as lead.
She bit down hard on her lip, swallowing the bitterness in her throat, moving her numbed feet again, following the procession, step by step, on that scarlet symbolizing conquest and humiliation.
"Drum call—!"
Suddenly, a crisp shout rang out from the city wall.
Then, nine Coiling Dragon giant drums thundered in unison, their sound like rolling thunder across the earth, shaking hearts with fear!
The drumbeat not yet ended, the Golden Armor Warriors standing solemnly pivoted in unison, thrusting their spears. Hundreds of fine steel spear tips struck the blue bricks beneath, creating a resounding echo that shook the heavens:
"Power—!"
"Power—!"
"Power—!"
After three sounds, the pent-up frenzy erupted like a volcano.
On both sides of the ceremonial path, countless arms were raised like a forest; the deafening cheers, shouts, and applause rged into a boiling ocean!
The sound waves were no longer just invisible waves but transford into a tangible impact, carrying boundless excitent, pride, and overwhelming oppression, fiercely striking the bodies and hearts of the Northern Barbarians.
They were like a small boat in a storm, at any mont the frenzy of the tsunami might devour them!
Wuyana and others could battle ferocious exotic beasts with bare hands, could endure survival in extre cold and heat, but at this mont, the gaze of these unard, burning-eyed ordinary people around them were more wounding than the sharpest beast teeth!
That earth-shattering cheer was more soul-stirring than the roars of beasts from the wilderness!
So people's faces turned deathly pale like paper, their bodies couldn't help but tremble slightly; so clenched their teeth, veins bulged on their foreheads, and nails dug deep into their palms; so lowered their gaze, their steps faltered, as if each step was on the tip of a blade...
Yet, no matter how turbulent their hearts were, they ultimately walked through this path of humiliation, long as a century, arriving at the square before the Imperial City.
Here, the viewing platform had long been set up, where civil and military officials gathered.
Under the majestic palace walls of the Imperial City, at the core of the square, a five-colored canopy spread like layers of splendid clouds, surrounding the supre Coiling Dragon Imperial Throne in the center.
The bright yellow dragon banner hung down on the tall flagpole, moving without wind, rustling loudly.
The representatives of the Northern Barbarian Seventeen Clans walked into the square, facing the Emperor under the gaze of civil and military officials, kneeling on one knee.
"Present—surrender—docunt—!"
Under the powerful force of Imperial Eunuch Feng Cheng's command, the voice echoed through the city.
The elder in the center took a deep breath, extending a trembling hand towards his bosom—the motion slow and solemn.
The air seed to solidify; even the wind halted, with thousands of gazes concentrating on them.
Qin Ziheng sat upright on the Coiling Dragon Imperial Throne; under the bright yellow dragon robe, the backs of his hands revealed green veins from exertion, his joints turned white.
His face was calm as water, but deep within his profound eyes, flas surged!
For over five hundred years, except for the Grand Ancestor, he was the second Emperor of Great Lan to publicly accept the submission of the Northern Barbarian Seventeen Clans!
Moreover, not long after, he would be the first Emperor of Great Lan to completely conquer the grasslands!
"Your Majesty."
Feng Cheng received the surrender docunt from the Northern Barbarian representative and presented it.
Qin Ziheng's gaze swept over the docunt but did not linger.
He took another deep breath, which seed infused with Heaven and Earth's power; then, he slowly rose from the Throne, the bright yellow dragon robe flowing with majestic brilliance in the sunlight.
On both sides of the viewing platform, civil and military officials stood up one after another.
Qin Ziheng first looked to the left side, where Li Fei stood in a golden robe.
Then there was Ye Ze'an, Ji Yiheng...
"Congratulations, Your Majesty!"
The crowd saluted and spoke in unison.
Imdiately, the sound waves spread from near to far, like a wildfire, igniting the entire Lanling City—
"Long live!"
"Long live!"
"Long live!"
Qin Ziheng looked up at the sky do, his lips moved slightly.
"Father, look at this place...."
On the viewing platform, Li Fei sensed sothing, turning his head towards the direction of the Imperial Palace.
This was a spectacle invisible to ordinary people—
The majestic Golden Dragon, symbolizing the Qi Fortune of Great Blue Dynasty, was coiled above the Imperial Palace, gazing majestically over the entire Capital.
At this mont, a phenonon appeared abruptly!
Countless tiny golden specks, like summoned fireflies, erged continuously from every corner of Lanling City, from the cheering masses above, from the void... converging towards the Qi Fortune Golden Dragon.
As the specks rged into the dragon's body, it beca visibly more solid and massive!
The overwhelming, dominative aura, like a tangible tide, surged in all directions, growing heavier and heavier!
At one mont, when the last batch of specks rged into the dragon's body, the coiled Golden Dragon suddenly raised its proud and majestic head.
"Roar——!"
A dragon's roar, penetrating the boundaries of physical and ntal realms, perceived only by bearers of fate and Qi Fortune, echoed through the river of the Empire's destiny.
Dragon Raising Its Head!
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