Cultivation Helped by Ancestors-Chapter 351 - 287: Ultimate Malice and Evil (4K)

But this National Fortune Dragon Qi was suppressed by that National Guardian Master deep in the East Mausoleum.

Otherwise, he might have trouble.

The Sheji King Tripod had imprisoned two types of the Emperor’s Fate, and immediately a magnificent spiritual light burst from Zhang Jian’s eyes, which showed a hint of sigh at that moment.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t practiced any pupil techniques, otherwise, it would have been much more convenient now.

The Emperor Purple Qi and Ziwei Emperor Qi within Emperor Jingwu’s Life Palace would somewhat interfere with his Yang God Divine Sense, preventing him from determining the source of the soul’s backlash wound.

But Zhang Jian also had his own methods.

His materialized Yang God Divine Sense was exceptionally keen, reluctantly still able to sense something.

He deployed the King’s Cauldron Demon-Vibrating Skill, slightly stirring the Sinful Dragon Evil Qi, and accurately locked onto the position.

"Sheji Barrier!"

At this moment, Zhang Jian slightly mobilized a strand of power from the Map of Mountains and Rivers, instantly slicing through the void of Ziwei Hall, causing several Primordial Spirit Divine Senses within the Imperial City to tense up immediately.

Several divine senses instantly locked onto the surrounding void, to prevent Zhang Jian from ’escaping’!

Zhang Jian sensed the changes outside, his expression unmoved.

He only temporarily isolated these National Guardian Primordial Spirit Masters’ divine senses with the Map of Mountains and Rivers, in order to perform the Vast Flame, helping Emperor Jingwu extract the malignant sore deep in his soul.

Only the Vast Flame, this kind of extremely rigid and yang mystical flame, could refine the supreme yin, supreme evil, and malicious backlash sore! 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

However, the Vast Flame could not be exposed, so he used the Map of Mountains and Rivers.

With a wave of his hand, the Vast Flame turned into vast righteous qi and surged into Emperor Jingwu’s body, continuously refining the malignant sore on his back with strands of bright flames.

At this moment, the emperor closed his eyes, feeling a warmth throughout his body.

Usually, he dared not fall asleep, let alone lie flat. Each time he fell asleep, he seemed to descend into a pitch-black, chilling Eternal Hell, where countless fierce ghosts of the previous dynasty sought his life in the dark, biting, and breathtaking.

Today, however, it felt warm, and the dreamscape was bright.

A moment later, he drifted into sleep.

The protruding malignant sore slowly flattened, gradually burning away in the bright flames.

Only a purple-black scar was left behind.

"Should I implant some covert means?"

Watching the nearly recovered Emperor Jingwu, this thought flashed through Zhang Jian’s mind.

But Zhang Jian thought about it and dismissed the thought, retracting his hand.

It’s not about being unable to strike.

But there was no need.

After implanting covert means, he could not ensure that it would not be discovered by other National Guardian Masters in Daqian.

Moreover, the Dongling Dragon Vein was in such a ruinous state.

The backlash of the dragon vein wasn’t resolved, and Emperor Jingwu would continue to suffer subsequent backlashes, his lifespan was destined to be short.

Why bother to add unnecessary details?

After the Vast Flame burned away the malignant sore deep in Emperor Jingwu, Zhang Jian waved his hand and withdrew the Map of Mountains and Rivers from around him.

Beside him, Jingming Daoist was waiting.

He was slightly worried at the moment.

Although this ’Wu Long’ Master came from the Tongshan Saint King Dao Lineage, with no reason to act rashly, he was somewhat concerned.

Upon seeing the Map of Mountains and Rivers withdrawn, his gaze froze momentarily and then fell on the bed, on the sleeping Emperor Jingwu.

Emperor Jingwu was now lying flat and asleep.

The dragon couch was exceptionally sweet-smelling.

At this moment, ’Wu Long’ Master’s face remained calm, stepping out. As he passed by Jingming Daoist, his steps slightly paused, and he said calmly.

"The sore on the emperor’s body, I have already treated. You can check it out!"

"As for the ’pollution’ deep in the dragon vein, I need to study it a bit more!"

His figure, like a cloud, departed from Ziwei Hall in a flash, arriving outside Ziwei Hall.

And at this time, in the shadows, several other figures, witnessing this scene, had unusual expressions, all awaiting Jingming Daoist’s investigation.

Jingming Daoist’s inspection did not last long, and soon after news came out.

Deep within the Imperial Palace, Master Huang He stood with a cautious expression in front of a figure wearing a plain white magic robe, on which were embroidered countless patterns of farming, sun and moon, and dragons.

"Senior, after Jingming Daoist Nephew’s investigation, the malignant sore symptoms on the emperor caused by the evil power have disappeared, and the soul injury was also treated. However, the dragon qi surrounding the emperor is heavy. Whether it has been left with covert means by the Tongshan Dao Lineage is still unknown, requiring senior’s personal investigation!"

This high-crowned figure now had a calm expression, with deep-set eyes, as if reflecting endless profound mysteries of heaven and earth within them.

Upon hearing this, he nodded.

"Mm, I too am quite curious about the legacy of the Saint King Dao Lineage. I am eager to unravel its profound mysteries!"

He rose to his feet, and with a step, he walked as if an ordinary person toward the Ziwei Hall. Yet, where he walked felt like traversing another void entirely. Countless palace maids, hidden sentries, cultivators, and even numerous deities seemed to completely ignore his existence.

As he approached the Ziwei Hall, his gaze subtly shifted toward a direction where the bright, indifferent gaze of Zhang Jian, known as ’Wu Long,’ was looking toward him.

The two figures exchanged glances, and just one look was enough to sense that neither was simple.

"Who is this elder..."

Zhang Jian gazed at the figure before him, dressed in splendid attire, akin to celestial royalty, with a look of astonishment.

At this moment, he felt an intense surge of intuition.

Since achieving the Yang Spirit, it was the first time he had experienced such a feeling.

If it were an ordinary Primordial Spirit Master, it wouldn’t easily evoke such an omen. Only some extremely formidable entities would create such a Dao Heart anomaly.

"Is it from the depths of East Mausoleum, that powerful entity of Daqian who has been watching secretly, finally revealing themselves?"

Ripples appeared deep in Zhang Jian’s eyes as he speculated on the identity of this mysterious elder before him.

At that moment, in his eyes, he appeared to be just an ordinary elder, without revealing any magical power.

"Is this Primordial Spirit of the Tongshan Dao Lineage somewhat extraordinary?"

The elder felt the same profound sensation with just a glance.

The Primordial Spirit Master known as ’Wu Long’ before him had an exceptionally powerful Primordial Spirit.

His eyes showed a hint of surprise and interest, but thinking of the other party’s origins, he promptly suppressed that thought.

The other party was from the Tongshan Dao Lineage, indeed not one to be trifled with.

...

Within the Ziwei Hall, the elder pressed a hand on Emperor Jingwu’s forehead, surrounded by a majestic divine light, and his body was enveloped by a blood-red ferocious glow, momentarily suppressing the dual Emperor’s Fate glow emanating from Emperor Jingwu’s forehead, simultaneously effortlessly shattering the void.

In a moment, he thoroughly examined Emperor Jingwu’s body.

Huang He Master stood aside, and after a dozen breaths, the elder slowly stood up.

Emperor Jingwu’s body showed no abnormalities.

Seeing his expression, Huang He Master couldn’t help but express surprise.

"It seems this Fellow Daoist Wu Long is quite a ’genuine’ person!"

The elder frowned slightly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"These secret techniques of the Saint King Dao Lineage are more exquisite than I imagined. It’s a pity I could not uncover their profound mysteries!"

The elder’s eyes showed a hint of turbulence.

Compared to healing Emperor Jingwu, the mysteries of the Saint King Dao Skill were more alluring to him.

A flicker of hesitation crossed his gaze.

...

In the depths of East Mausoleum

Zhang Jian stood before the Dongling Dragon Vein, observing the countless flows of Dragon Qi in Daqian’s central hub, his eyes showing a faint ripple.

The Dragon Vein Qi before him was grand and tumultuous, but he noticed how countless streams of Dragon Vein Qi converged toward a single direction, yet that area was entirely shrouded by a majestic and vast Sword Intent, making it clearly unapproachable.

That must be where Daqian’s hidden secret lies.

But even though the majestic Sword Intent concealed it, Zhang Jian could sense a deep layer of chill from the depths of the Dragon Vein.

It was as if every inch of his skin emitted a shiver.

Something extremely terrifying lay hidden deep within this Dragon Vein.

Zhang Jian felt that this ominous presence was even greater than the Demon-Slaying Immortal-Slaying Sword of True Monarch Zhanmo.

The Demon-Slaying Immortal-Slaying Sword of True Monarch Zhanmo was renowned as one of the most fearsome and malevolent Magic Swords in the Cultivation Realm.

Yet this entity’s malice was even more terrifying!

"What could it possibly be?"

Zhang Jian also felt a strong urge of excitement within him.

But he quickly restrained this reckless notion!

With the ’ancestor’s’ support, he had no need to take such dangerous risks!

Moreover, he had already achieved many of his objectives in diagnosing Emperor Jingwu, such as probing the reality of the Dragon Vein, the fate of the Great Dynasty, and whether there were other hidden secrets deep within the Dragon Vein!

There was no need to continue taking risks!