NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1332: Zuoshan King
Boom boom boom!!!
Kill kill kill!!!
In the valley, the two armies faced each other, thousands of soldiers and horses galloped as if the thunder of the heavens rolled, shaking the earth. Countless arrows, like a storm of rain, covered the entire sky, seemingly turning it into a sieve.
Screams of killing soared to the sky, blood sprayed everywhere, broken limbs scattered around, a ghastly sight, blood forming rivers.
This scene was enough to shock anyone's heart; the terrifying extent of the battle indeed left one feeling desolate.
On a distant mountain peak, a figure stood there, watching this scene, frowning involuntarily.
"They say Heaven is unmerciful, treating all things as straw dogs. War really treats human life as worthless. A game of the Supreme Sect, yet it brings devastation to the Mystic Spirit Continent, causing countless deaths and injuries. Though I have compassion, why must I take up the butcher's knife and create such a bloody spectacle? The disasters of this world would also arise because of me. What does unifying the Mystic Spirit Continent signify? It's merely creating the sins of the heavens." Tangyu shook his head, feeling repulsed by such matters.
However, he had no choice, as this was his mission, and he had to complete this task.
"The great tribulation of the mortal world, no one can escape it. If the great tribulation is not destroyed, the entire cultivation world will be obliterated in an instant. All sacrifices are inevitable. This is fate, this is the Dao. It is said that the Heavenly Dao cannot be defied; if one cannot become immortal, they will be bound by all restrictions. Therefore, countless people desire to become immortals, from ancient times to the present, countless talented individuals spend their lives seeking immortality and asking for the way to longevity, yet in the end, it is all vanity, a dream, a void, pitiful and lamentable."
Tangyu shook his head again; thinking of such matters made him feel suppressed, displeased, and eager to vent.
Seeking immortality and the Dao was his initial naive wish, but now, with deeper understanding, seeking immortality and the Dao is no longer just a beautiful wish but more of a rebellion. A rebellion against the heavens, against the Heavenly Dao, against the bonds of fate. Therefore, Tangyu wants to break through it all, to transcend it all. To hold destiny completely in his own hands, to achieve great freedom and ease. This is what Tangyu truly desires.
To become immortal, to become immortal, where is the Immortal? How does one become immortal?
These are all unknowns that need to be sought.
After some reflection, Tangyu could only leave resignedly and soon arrived at the mountain palace. Standing before the majestic imperial palace, Tangyu couldn't help but snort coldly: "This mountain king is truly extravagant and indulgent. Building an imperial palace so opulent and grand, it's truly a waste of resources."
Compared to the ancient imperial palaces on Earth, this one is like a small hut compared to a skyscraper in Great Xia.
In front of the magnificent and solemn imperial palace, two rows of iron-armored guards stood with a dignified aura. These twelve guards were all cultivators of the Ninth Layer of the Mystic Law Realm. With such a momentum, even a Golden Core Realm cultivator wouldn't dare to act recklessly here.
Yet Tangyu ignored them, striding straight ahead and boldly heading for the imperial palace.
"Halt, this is the imperial palace, get away quickly." Just as he was about to get close, a sharp gaze swept over, followed by an angry shout.
Tangyu did not pay attention to the guard, his figure shifted, and he disappeared on the spot, having used the Stealth Pearl to become invisible, making it naturally impossible for the guards to see him, thus causing the illusion of disappearance.
"What? The person vanished? Am I seeing things?"
The twelve city guards were dumbfounded, especially the one who spoke earlier, rubbing his eyes vigorously, as if he hadn't seen incorrectly, a living person was just there, how did they suddenly disappear? They had never encountered such a situation before.
"Could it be the Invisibility Technique?"
The twelve city guards hesitated, unsure whether they should report this incident.
With the Stealth Pearl, Tangyu swaggered through the imperial palace. In fact, even without using the Stealth Pearl, given Tangyu's strength, if he didn't want to be discovered, no one could discover him. However, using the Stealth Pearl was more convenient, saving much trouble.
Tangyu arrived at a large garden where a young man, in his early twenties, was practicing swordsmanship, dressed very handsomely. By his attire alone, it was clear he had a high status, residing deep within the imperial palace, practicing swordsmanship leisurely, indicating some significant background.
"Ninth Layer of the Mystic Law Realm, not bad. However, the sword practice is not that great. It seems this realm was forcibly elevated." Tangyu casually curled his lips.
The young man practicing swordsmanship heard someone commenting on his skills, especially critiquing his sword practice, and immediately, in anger, stopped and turned around with a fierce face, shouting: "Who dares to gossip behind this prince's back, are you seeking death?"
But when the young man turned around, he was immediately perplexed. There was no one behind him.
Sweeping his gaze around, he didn't see a single person. The vast flower garden was empty, with only him there. The sight left the young prince momentarily stunned, furrowing his brows in confusion, and a sudden chill ran down his spine: "No, no! Someone was clearly speaking behind me just now. This prince is not hallucinating. Hmph, who is it? Don't play tricks. In the Imperial Palace, I won't tolerate such audacity. Show yourself quickly, or this prince won't be courteous."
The young prince held his sword, glaring angrily and cautiously around him, becoming more and more infuriated the more he thought. He was a dignified prince, yet someone dared to be brazen in the palace, completely outrageous.
"It seems not only is your swordsmanship lacking, but you, as a person, aren't much better. Always speaking of yourself as the prince, having a good birth shouldn't be your arrogant capital. Someone like you is not suited for the path of Immortal Cultivation," Tangyu scoffed dismissively.
This time, the young prince discerned the direction from which the voice came, but was there anyone in that direction?
The young prince swung his sword toward the direction of Tangyu: "Who exactly are you? Why can't this prince see you? Come out quickly, stop playing tricks, or this prince will make you regret coming to the palace."
Clang——
Suddenly, a sharp sound came from the sword, and the young prince saw, to his astonishment, that his sword had been broken. The broken piece flew into the flower beds, while Tangyu still hadn't shown himself, making the scene look particularly eerie. If an outsider saw it, they would probably be scared half to death.
After all, the young prince was still a prince with a certain level of insight.
"Is it the Invisibility Technique or the Invisibility Talisman? You truly have guts, even daring to break this prince's sword. What do you intend to achieve? This is the palace; dare to act recklessly and my father, the Emperor, won't spare you," the young prince threatened, with a trace of fear in his heart, immediately invoking his father, the Mount King.
Tangyu came here specifically to find the Mount King, so he paid no heed to the prince's threat: "Kid, stop shouting. I'm here to meet the Mount King. Since you're a prince, you should know where he is, right? Take me to him, and I won't make things difficult for you. If you refuse, don't blame me for being ruthless. What was broken just now was the sword; next time, it could be your neck."
"How dare you——" the young prince shouted in anger, but his neck was immediately gripped by a terrifying force, making him choke, feeling as if his neck would actually be snapped. This fright sent cold sweat pouring down his back. The young prince realized that the opponent was not joking; if he dared to babble more, the opponent would indeed kill him.
He didn't want to die, so the young prince quickly begged for mercy: "Fine, I'll take you to my father." Yet, inwardly, the young prince scoffed, thinking his father was an illustrious figure, a supreme being of the Zifu Realm. This guy actually dares to meet his father, isn't he courting death? Fine, let's take him over, and let father take care of him.
What he didn't know was that his little trick couldn't escape Tangyu's eyes, but Tangyu couldn't be bothered with the prince's antics, no matter what tricks he played, it would be futile.
The young prince, not daring to play any other tricks, led Tangyu deep into the palace and soon arrived at a grand and luxurious hall named Bliss Hall, the place where the Mount King indulged himself.
The young prince stopped at the entrance, and said to the two Golden Core Realm guards: "Please inform them that this prince seeks an audience."
"Eighteenth Prince, His Majesty is currently enjoying himself and has instructed us that no one is to disturb him. If the Eighteenth Prince has any matters, please come back later," a Golden Core Realm guard replied bluntly, showing no regard for the prince.
The Eighteenth Prince furrowed his brows slightly; he was well aware of his father's temper. If father had said not to disturb him, he dared not disturb, otherwise, he would face the death penalty.
Yet, what immediately widened the eyes of the Eighteenth Prince was the sight of the two Golden Core Realm guards suddenly going limp and collapsing after just finishing their words.
The Eighteenth Prince stared blankly at the two guards lying on the ground, his heart filled with shock. Golden Core Realm cultivators, to fall down silently? Were they dead or just unconscious?
But, can Golden Core Realm cultivators even faint? This was too strange.
Witnessing such a scene sent shivers down the spine of the Eighteenth Prince, making him question the identity of this sneaky fellow? How could he be so formidable? Why was he seeking his father? Could he be an enemy of his father?
But his father, being of such stature, even if there were enemies, who would have the audacity to sneak directly into the palace? Wasn't that courting death?
Amidst the shock, a voice rang in his ear: "Go on, get inside."
The Eighteenth Prince dared not resist, pushing the door open and entering. Inside was a completely different world, filled with lavish decadence, the scents of perfume and women's fragrance permeating the air. Birds singing and flowers dancing, music playing, and laughter intertwined creating a lively atmosphere. Skimpily-dressed dancers were dancing gracefully, while others were singing and playing instruments, and yet others were attending to a middle-aged man in a dragon robe, who was drinking and carousing.
This middle-aged man was, of course, the Mount King.
Seeing all this, Tangyu couldn't help but furrow his brows deeply, suddenly reminded of an ancient, muddle-headed emperor from Huaxia's past, who bore a striking resemblance to the Mount King: King Zhou.
The Eighteenth Prince, trembling slightly, approached, his back soaked with cold sweat, knowing that entering Bliss Palace without his father's permission was a capital offense. Moreover, he had brought along a sneaky character. Yet, he had no choice.