The furious dragon roar resounded through Haojing City, echoing repeatedly. Many cultivators sensed the explosive spiritual pressure of the majestic Dragon and Tiger Qi, their faces changed dramatically.
The anger of the Daqian National Fortune Black Dragon could be sensed by all the cultivators throughout Haojing City, even the deities.
It was a terrifying sight!
Yuan Geng’s eyes showed doubt.
At this moment, he used a secret technique to communicate with the furious National Fortune Black Dragon and pacify it with the Primordial Spirit Secret Technique, perceiving the messages flowing from the Dragon Soul. A moment later, his face fell.
"A threat?"
Yuan Geng furrowed his brows tightly; the Daqian National Fortune Black Dragon was so restless because it had just sensed a threat!
Something appeared that made it extremely uneasy.
There were limited things that could pose a threat to the Daqian National Fortune Black Dragon.
The most likely scenario was the emergence of a Rebel Dragon.
A Hidden Dragon growing enough to threaten the Daqian National Fortune.
Yuan Geng’s heart sank slightly, and he had doubts inside.
The leakage of Dragon Vein Dragon Qi, those Dragon Qi flown out, even if it were to threaten Daqian, it should take some time to grow.
The most likely is in ten years.
By that time, the lower luck turns from white to purple, marking the end of one cycle and the beginning of a new fortune.
The Rebel King could emerge at that edge.
But not now.
"A turbulent autumn!"
Yuan Geng did not immediately inform Chao Mu, knowing that Chao Mu would certainly find it unbearable.
But finding a specific target for such matters is almost impossible; the only thing to do is to make preventive measures as much as possible.
The most important thing is to complete everyone’s plans smoothly.
...
In Dong Shen Temple, near the Observatory Platform, Huang He Daoist, who had just returned to the capital, looked far into the void, seeing the National Fortune Black Dragon roaring restlessly in the depths of the void.
He watched the scene with his hands clasped, his eyes only slightly wavering.
"It seems I need to make more preparations as well!"
He thought secretly in his heart.
He smelled the approach of a mountain storm.
Since East Mausoleum was struck by lightning, the Dragon Vein was damaged, and Daqian revealed a layer of eerie air very much like the scenes of the late years of the Shu Kingdom in his memory.
At that time, he had not yet achieved Primordial Spirit, just a Yin Spirit Venerable.
He witnessed the collapse of Heaven and Earth.
And now, as Daqian’s national fortune declines, as a Primordial Spirit Master raised in Dong Shen Temple, they are too deeply entwined with Daqian to escape.
"Finally, a big purge, clear everything, and then reclaim the land!"
He carried his hands on his back, his figure turned into a stream of light, disappearing from the Observatory Platform.
In the Demon Suppression Tower
On the tenth floor inside the tower, Demon Buddha Jaya wore a red robe, his face delicate, black hair draped over his shoulders, his eyes gazed into the depths of the void, as if he too heard the angry howls of the Daqian National Fortune Black Dragon.
He knew that the time of emergence was near.
"Vast Righteous Qi..."
A hint of fiery light flickered deep in his eyes.
Demon Buddha Jaya rarely suffered setbacks, and every time he did, he was bound to reclaim his ground and resolve the contest.
"I just don’t know what Taiyin and that crazy old Daoist were thinking, pressing on until now!"
Demon Buddha Jaya found it strange; unlike the Demon Kings above the tenth floor, those below were sealed within, but the three of them were different, using this for cultivation or avoiding calamity.
Otherwise, with their means, if they went out, it wouldn’t necessarily be difficult.
He was using the Demon Suppression Tower to complete the unity of Demon Buddha and also to avoid the pursuit of the high monks of Spirit Mountain Temple.
...
At the edge of South Mountain
Zhang Jian stopped like a wisp of breeze, surrounded by countless purple clouds. Faintly, a band of red radiant divine light appeared on the horizon, in which a red sun emerged, and the shadow of a Red Dragon enveloped Zhang Jian.
This was the phenomenon of a Red Sun hanging in the world, the Heavenly anomaly where the Red Dragon incarnates into the Emperor!
Above his head, the small tripod condensed into reality, with a tremendous might flowing from it.
It was a bronze-colored small tripod, with orange flames flowing all over it, much like being cast from red copper, manifesting mountains and rivers inside, with the sun, moon, and stars hidden within.
After integrating that touch of Dragon Soul Spirituality, it emitted a vast anomalous power, and a dragon shadow manifested inside the tripod!
Inside the Life Plate of the small tripod seemed to contain a brilliance surpassing reality, and this brilliance emerged, able to delay fortune and suppress all magical power and divine soul.
This is when the Life Plate is strong enough to begin to intervene in reality.
At this time, Zhang Jian also gained some insight.
Why some Emperors were followed by a hundred deities, not only because of the duties of those deities but because following an Emperor could garner some fortune and gain insights into the operation of the Great Dao and rules.
The Asking for the Mountains and Rivers Life Plate metamorphosed into reality.
Zhang Jian felt it was similar to the Divine Position in mythical legends or some sort of special position, possessing a portion of powerful anomalous power.
If he were an ordinary person, he might be unable to wield it.
But as a cultivator, especially one possessing the Treasure Record containing extraordinary Life Plates, he could clearly sense the substantial benefits brought by the metamorphosis of his Life Plate.
With a thought, the Red Tripod Life Plate integrated into the depths of his Yin Spirit.
His Yin Spirit seemed to glow with a deep purple light, and in his eyes, the Path of Heaven and Earth became clearer.
He seemed to become an observer of the Path of Heaven and Earth.
Able to glimpse the operation of the Great Dao and the rules.
"Could this be the perspective of a Primordial Spirit Master?"
Zhang Jian’s Yin God Divine Sense shifted, a hint of surprise in his eyes, but he felt that maintaining this perspective required consuming a vast amount of Yin God Divine Sense, so he quickly averted his gaze.
"If one inquires into the Dao in the morning, one may die content in the evening! Nothing more than that!"
Zhang Jian couldn’t help but let out a sigh.
"Ah Yu, congratulations, your Primordial Spirit Dao Foundation is formed!"
At this moment, the voice of True Monarch Zhanmo leisurely came from the void.
Seeing this, Zhang Jian solemnly collected himself, respectfully bowing towards the void.
If it weren’t for the guidance of True Monarch Zhanmo, he might truly have missed out on such a grand opportunity in vain.
In the depths of the void, True Monarch Zhanmo’s faint laughter followed but did not stop him.
After a moment, she merely asked, "Which Life Plate did you integrate the Dragon Soul into?"
"The Asking for the Mountains and Rivers!"
Zhang Jian’s eyes flashed with a smile.
After a slight contemplation, he continued. "But now it should be called the Tripod Calms Heaven and Earth Life Plate!"
This Emperor’s Fate was evidently not among the nine conventional Emperor Fates mentioned by True Monarch Zhanmo.
But its power was indeed not weak.
The Asking for the Mountains and Rivers transformed into Tripod Calms Heaven and Earth.
Upon hearing this, True Monarch Zhanmo’s eyes fluctuated; the name was indeed very fitting for the essence of this new Emperor Fate.
She could also see that this Life Plate was different from ordinary Emperor Fates, with all its power concentrated on the words suppress, able to suppress fortune, nullify, and reduce the power of various magic, complementing Zhang Jian’s Daoist Technique perfectly.
With the aid of this Life Plate, Zhang Jian had begun to form his own Daoist technique system.
This is the most valuable thing of all.
Just then, Zhang Jian’s expression changed slightly.
In an instant, Zhang Jian sensed someone was calling close by.
"Qinglian Celestial Venerable!"
Deep within his soul, Zhang Jian felt the deity’s eyes flickering within the Soul-Cleansing Cyan Lotus. With a thought, his Yin God transformed into a stream of light and merged into the divine body of Qinglian Celestial Venerable.
In an instant, he donned a green noble robe, with Emperor’s Qi manifesting around him, like a Heavenly Venerable of Crossing ruling over the Netherworld.
His figure transformed into a stream of light and shot towards the vicinity of South Mountain.