Cultivation Helped by Ancestors-Chapter 345 - 283: Ying Huo

And at this moment, within Ziwei Hall, Emperor Jingwu, who had just managed to stand, was struck as if by a heavy blow. He gazed at the purple starlight above, feeling as if his soul was hammered by a heavy drum, suddenly spitting out a blood light and fainting instantly.

This immediately caused the complexion of Empress Qi, who was attending in Ziwei Hall, to change.

At the Observatory Platform

Yihe Daoist looked at the red clouds and purple aura in the sky, continuously calculating its final resting place, his brow tightly furrowed.

The compass in his hand spun rapidly, as if possessing a majestic power, breaking through layers of mist.

The object in his hand was a Spirit Treasure.

A Primordial Spirit Treasure.

After ascending, most Lifebound Treasures of the Primordial Spirit Masters remained at the ordinary Primordial Spirit level.

Generally, only when the Dao practice, accumulation of knowledge, and the very foundation of the Primordial Spirit have reached a certain stage can the Primordial Spirit Treasure be promoted to a Primordial Spirit Treasure.

The Spirit Treasure condensed by a Primordial Spirit Master surpasses the simple level of a Primordial Spirit Treasure, containing a set of powerful Primordial Spirit Immortal Techniques, which are linked to Celestial Secret Art Calculation.

As Yihe Daoist calculated, a majestic Profound Light seemed to penetrate the destiny hidden in the void, capturing a magnificent scene.

In the grand scene, an imposing Emperor draped in Nine-Colored Divine Light appeared, shrouded in nine-colored radiance, seemingly sensing something, suddenly raising his head to gaze.

"How dare you spy on the Emperor’s Chariot!"

A light hum from the longsword at his waist sent a mighty Nine-Colored Divine Light tearing through the destiny light, piercing the fate surrounding Yihe Daoist.

Yihe Daoist instinctively let out a scream.

On the Observatory Platform, a majestic divine might seemed to traverse the heavens and the earth, striking the brow of the seated elder with a loud explosion echoing around him.

The surrounding flags around the Observatory Platform suddenly exploded, enveloped by Nine-Colored Divine Flame, as mighty divine power manifested in the profound void.

The Nine-Colored Divine Light struck, inexplicably piercing through Yihe Daoist’s true body.

"Brother?"

Beside the Observatory Platform, Xue Daoist watched this scene with a changed expression, quickly stepping forward.

He saw a horrifying hole appeared in the brow of Yihe Daoist, even penetrating the Yin Spirit; only his stubborn life force kept Yihe Daoist from fully perishing.

Watching this scene, Xue Daoist’s face turned bittersweet.

"Brother, you were too reckless!"

Yihe Daoist’s eyes were full of blood and tears, now filled only with shock and a trace of disbelief, unsure of what he had seen.

Seeing Xue Daoist’s expression, he instead regained some peace.

Speaking weakly, he said,

"I have received the benevolence of our Emperor, so I must share his worries. For my lineage of the Observatory Platform is closely tied with Daqian, having been greatly favored by the Emperor when I stepped into the Yin Spirit Realm. Dying for it today is a fitting return!"

"It’s better this way... it’s a pity..."

Seeing Yihe Daoist’s expression, Xue Daoist’s face grew grim, and he couldn’t help but ask.

"Brother, what exactly did you see?"

Yihe Daoist opened his mouth, and suddenly large amounts of blood gushed forth.

He staggeringly uttered four words.

"...Supreme... Human Emperor!"

"Supreme Human Emperor?"

As he spoke, a fierce yin wind suddenly appeared deep in his brow, and his Yin Spirit transformed into a streaming light, being absorbed by the portal of the Nine Netherworld.

Seeing this, Xue Daoist could no longer worry about the changes, his eyes filled with shock.

"Supreme Human Emperor, this...?"

Is this a Life Plate, or does it refer to that Ying Huo Demon Star?

...

In a grand dojo covered in the Dao rhythm of mountains and rivers, with countless divine peaks standing tall, incense smoke pervading, and ten thousand divine lights,

An imposing divine shadow stood deep within the Imperial Palace, garbed in the magic robe of the Emperor of Mountains, Rivers, Sun, and Moon, crowned with an Imperial Crown, with majestic divine power swirling in his eyes.

This was Sheji Divine Dao.

The ancient immortal’s eyes faintly glanced at the magnificent red clouds and purple aura soaring into the sky.

"It seems that in the mortal world it is once again time for dynastic change, how many will rise and fall, how much bloodshed will come?"

He noted the extraordinariness of the red clouds and purple aura, with an intrinsic power of the Emperor’s Fate surpassing the norm.

However, he did not recklessly infer destiny.

Such actions were extremely unfriendly.

Moreover, this kind of presence also had its distinction, even he might not necessarily deduce the opponent’s true origins.

"Such an exceptional phenomenon, not seen in a long time, one wonders which Hidden Dragon it belongs to?"

Though curious, the ancient Emperor quickly restrained his gaze.

He was beset with troubles!

Recently, his superior wanted to confront the Taiyin Immortal Monarch, and as a subordinate, he feared inevitably being involved in this war, requiring him to make some preparations ahead of time.

Maintaining the Sheji Divine Dao until now was no easy feat.

Thus, no complications should arise.

...

In the depths of the East Mausoleum, at this moment, Tiangang Daoist frowned, forming seals with his hands, magical power flowing out, merging into the altar in front of him, maintaining the light of several lamps.

Waiting for the majestic starlight pillar to gradually dissipate and the purple star to stabilize, he exhaled a breath, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes as he gazed at the starry sky.

The anomalies of Ying Huo aligning with the heart were clear to him. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Never expecting that the Hidden Dragon roaming within the secular world had grown to such an extent.

That it could directly impact the Emperor’s Fate.

Tiangang Master was now alert, the situation was not as peaceful as they imagined, immense peril approached, ready to change the fortunes of Daqian at any moment.

"First the Rebel Dragon, now such a Red Dragon, internal and external troubles, Daqian, is in peril!"

Tiangang Master’s eyes gleamed coldly.

...

At the Champion Scholar’s Mansion, within the Ancestral Hall, Zhang Jian’s Yang Spirit returned, majestic magical power surged around him, a hollow feeling intensely filled him, needing the refinement of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Mechanism to replenish his magical power.

If he released his Divine Sense, it seemed he could sweep away the Spiritual Mechanism above Haojing City.

Zhang Jian held down the fluctuation, slowly absorbing the large Spiritual Mechanism of Heaven and Earth Sheji into his limbs and bones, enhancing his Yang Spirit’s magical power.

At this moment, wisps of Pure Yang Golden Light seemed to flow through his body, making him appear like a Sun God clad in golden light.

He rose, walking step by step out of the Ancestral Hall, in a moment, the Pure Yang Golden Light receded.

Then he stepped out, also seeing another red-purple star emerging from the depths of the heavens, merely glancing without caring.

His things, after all, were nothing special to see.

As the anomalies inside him receded, the strange glow of red-purple clashing with Ziwei also faded.

He soon learned from Qi Yuhua about the visit of State Preceptor Jingming Daoist.

Zhang Jian’s mind turned, with some speculation.

Shortly after he emerged from seclusion, the hurried Jingming Daoist visited again.

"Mr. Zhang, this time, you must save His Majesty!"