Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!-Chapter 827 - 822: Sparring

"Puff!"

After half an hour, Yuan Tiangang's throat moved, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, staining the polished floor, emitting gray vapor with a strong corrosive power.

The gray vapor in the blood is the backlash of destiny's power, causing minor injuries at worst, or resulting in being abandoned by the 'Dao', cursed with karma, doomed to die without a burial place.

Boom!

Above his head, the power of Tianming shattered, and celestial secrets disintegrated, becoming a piece of voidness.

What celestial secrets!

What destiny!

What past, present, future!

All erased clean, leaving nothing behind.

"Huff huff~"

Yuan Tiangang clutched his chest, strands of gray-white hair fell, breathing heavily like an ox. It took a long while before he returned to normal.

However, his eyes were filled with confusion and worry.

"Why can't the celestial secrets about the Qin Dynasty be divined?"

"Is it being concealed, or is it due to a great change in the world?"

Clusters of doubts filled Yuan Tiangang's heart, unanswered by anyone.

After hesitating for a moment, he got up and walked toward the 'Autumn Lock Palace', intending to report this strange occurrence to the sovereign.

...

Ancestor Hall!

The dragon of the human clan's fortune roared, feeling restless and uneasy.

Strands of calamity force floated from all directions, merging into the clan's fortune, surging violently, making anyone who looked at it feel troubled in spirit.

Even the Ancestor was not in the mood to cultivate, standing by the window, looking up at the increasingly surging calamity force, his brows furrowed tightly.

At this moment, a sound of footsteps was heard.

"Ancestor, the Heavenly Command Department sent a message. They detected two powerful auras appearing in the Fifth Heaven!"

A one-armed martial artist stepped forward, looking solemn, surrounded by forces of Dao laws, exuding a deadly aura, like an ancient warrior of iron and blood, battling the heavens and earth.

The Heavenly Command Department, one of the ten departments of the human clan!

Responsible for matters such as destiny, astronomy, calendars, fortune, divination of the future, maintaining the clan's fortune, and countering or shielding against hostile fortune tellers.

"Send someone to investigate clearly!"

The Ancestor ordered coldly.

For an existence to be defined as a powerful aura by the Heavenly Command Department, it should be a Daluo Golden Immortal martial artist.

This is strange; why would a Daluo Golden Immortal martial artist risk being detected by the will of the heavens to descend into the lower realm?

Who are they?

Are they foes or allies?

What is their purpose?

If the identity of the owners of these two auras is not investigated clearly, it will be like a bone stuck in his throat, making it difficult to sit at ease.

"As you command!"

The one-armed martial artist said, quickly leaving the Ancestor Hall.

In the empty hall, the Ancestor sat back in his chair, waved his left hand, and a huge three-dimensional star map appeared in front of him, colorful, representing various forces.

Green represents the human clan, red represents all clans of the heavens, blue represents forces friendly to the human clan, black represents hostile forces, and yellow represents neutral forces.

At a glance, the green has been surrounded by red.

Forces friendly to the human clan are few and far between, hard to notice even with a close look on the star map.

Hostile forces against the human clan, however, are not few, interleaved with the forces of all clans across the heavens, forming an encirclement posture against the human clan.

As for neutral forces, they also occupy a large portion of the star map, yet stay away from the struggle between the human clan and all heavenly clans.

"The current situation is not optimistic!"

Staring at the star map, the Ancestor began to analyze: "In the Ninth Heaven, with the help of the dragon clan, the Great Xia dynasty repelled the invasion of the Taihuang dynasty, occupying four-fifths of 'East Victory Divine State'!"

"The Eighth Heaven, the human clan's stronghold, has not yet suffered from war!"

"The Seventh Heaven currently has the most troublesome problem, falling under the attack of all clans of the heavens, losing the passage to the lower world..."

"The human clan of the Mid-World retreats step by step, withdrawing into the 'Dark World', the situation is critical..."

"Only the all clans of the heavens in the Small World have been purged by the Heavenly Court of the Qin Dynasty, without any chaos occurring, but as the war situation in the Mid-World falls into decline, the all clans of the heavens in the Small World will sooner or later rise again..."

After in-depth analysis, the Ancestor's face became increasingly grim.

He rubbed his brow, his mind turning swiftly, pondering ways to break the impasse.

Finally, he fixed his gaze on the Seventh Heaven, filled with hostility, coldly ordering: "Order the human clan forces of the Eighth Heaven to support the Seventh Heaven!"

He had a premonition that the key to turning the war situation lay in the Seventh Heaven!

...

All Clans Hall!

In a certain courtyard, sword light crisscrossed, imperial might surged as Ditian, the ruler of all clans of the heavens, was battling a young boy.

The boy transformed into a human form, appearing to be about eighteen years old, tall and handsome, with golden hair casually draped over his back, wearing a golden royal robe, appearing exceptionally noble.

Above his head, a Three-legged Golden Crow spread its wings and soared, unbelievably large, covering the sky and the sun, blazing with fierce fire, hanging like a sun in the firmament, scorching the earth.

A force of the Dao Law of Fire coiled around, burning the sky and boiling the seas, threatening to refine all realms.

The attacks of both were extremely sharp.

Yet their control over their own powers was exquisite, allowing the Sword Qi to howl without damaging the courtyard in the slightest.

"Young Emperor's Sword!"

After dozens of rounds, the boy muttered a dark incantation, surrounded by Chaos Qi and burning with golden flames, slashing out an extremely powerful sword.

A peak force of Luo Tianxian erupted.

A ten-thousand-zhang golden Sword Qi pierced through Changkong, tearing apart the universe, revealing not only the pure Dao Law of Fire but also a faint imperial might.

As if a future Great Emperor, in his youth, unleashed his sweat wilfully, forging an invincible stance.

"Good strike!"

Ditian's eyes brightened, yet he did not counterattack, taking out a precious Immortal Stone from his bosom, blocking it in front of him, collecting the incoming Sword Qi into the stone, creating a specimen.

Infused with Sword Qi, the Immortal Stone emitted golden light, blazing with fierce fire.

Looking exquisite.

"Father Emperor!"

The boy paused, sheathing the Sword Qi, looking at the Immortal Stone with confusion and asking: "This is..."

"As a memento, to record the appearance of my son in his youth. As a father, I want to watch you grow step by step, ascend to the pinnacle, until the glory of the demon clan is restored!"

Ditian patted the boy's head, placing the Immortal Stone in a portable space.

The cautious appearance, as if this Immortal Stone, was more precious than a primordial innate spiritual treasure, a thousand times, ten thousand times over!

This boy, is Tian Wu, the imperial son of all clans of the heavens!

Since his birth, less than half a year had passed. His cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, breaking from the initial stage of Luo Tianxian to the peak of Luo Tianxian.

"I will not fail Father Emperor's expectations, reviving the demon clan, unifying the universe!"

Tian Wu, the imperial son, said with solemn determination, full of majesty.

Everyone is born with a corresponding mission, as a civil official, to bring peace to the world with a pen, as a general, to stabilize the universe on horseback, as a scholar, to immerse in grand patterns of writing...

And he, as a Three-legged Golden Crow, the imperial son of all clans of the heavens, since birth, has borne the heavy task of restoring the clan's glory.

"My son has great ambition!"

These words naturally made Ditian laugh heartily, his spirits rising.

The two chatted for a while longer, Ditian put his hands behind his back, leaving the courtyard. As he turned, a black lotus petal appeared in the golden eyes of Tian Wu, the imperial son, very eerie.

Ditian did not notice this.

As he walked to the hall door, he shouted into the empty Void: "Come out..."