Resisting the Imperial Might Head-On
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Several lines of text flashed before Chen Ling's eyes at the same time, but at this moment he had no time to attend to them. The imperial might coming from the very top layer of the Ancient Vault of the Imperial Path was like a great mountain, dead-pressing the three of them into the thick accumulated snow!
Shattered snowflakes fluttered in the freezing wind. Chen Ling supported his body with his hands, his five fingers digging deeply into the accumulated snow, anger flashing in his eyes.
"It's truly a long-lost... nauseating feeling."
This wasn't the first time Chen Ling was suppressed by imperial might. Back then in the Timeline Save File, Ying Fu used his imperial might to press him until he couldn't breathe. Now entering the Ancient Vault of the Imperial Path, this scene reappeared... It's just that, the imperial might this time was even more terrifying!
Chen Ling was very disgusted by imperial might. That feeling was like someone pressing his head, forcing him to kowtow and kneel in front of them. Back then, Ying Fu wanted to make him kneel but didn't succeed. Naturally, it was impossible for the current Chen Ling to kneel to those Imperial Remnants either.
Amidst the fluttering shattered snow, Chen Ling's scorching breath grew faster and faster. Under the imperial might, that Great Crimson Theatrical Robe wanted to stand up bit by bit, like a giant carrying a mountain peak on his back, his feet sinking deeply into the accumulated snow.
Jian Changsheng, who was pressed into the snow, gritted his teeth tightly. While like Chen Ling he supported his body with all his might, veins bulging on his neck, he roared in a low voice.
"They want to kill me." Chen Ling responded in a deep voice in the wind and snow.
"Are they sick in the head?! If they want to kill you, then why are they suppressing the two of us too!!"
"You were the one who granted Hearts the title of [Thespian Emperor], and the two of us also came in with him. We are probably considered his 'subjects'..." Sun Bumian was also breathing heavily on the side.
Chen Ling and Jian Changsheng both had the [Blood Raiment] buff of the Path of the Soldier, and could barely resist when facing the suppression of imperial might. But Sun Bumian was only of the Path of the Actor, and his state at this time was worse than Chen Ling and Jian Changsheng's.
But as his small Round Sunglasses were shaken off into the snow, those eyes nested with rings seemed to be stimulated by the imperial might, actually rippling gently like water waves!
A trace of Reincarnation Cycle Aura dissipated from his body. The hem of his black and red Tang suit fluttered in the wind, actually forcefully resisting the imperial might as well!
The vast imperial might was like a mountain peak, the wind and snow surging wildly amidst whimpers;
The Great Crimson Theatrical Robe steadied its figure bit by bit in the wildly dancing shattered snow, slowly raising its head, a pair of eyes glaring at the firmament overhead.
"Are you guys... that afraid of me?"
In an era where an [Emperor] hadn't appeared for hundreds of years, a monster harboring the Imperial Fate appeared out of thin air;
He possessed the thoughts of a modern person, fundamentally rejecting the feudal Emperors' ways of governing the world;
He wore a Theatrical Robe and carried a knife,
Carrying a "World-Ending" Aura that made any human feel fear,
Barging uninvited into the Ancient Vault of the Imperial Path, while saying he wanted to kill the Emperor, and a moment later, he was going to ascend to the "Flying Dragon in the Heavens" where the Imperial Remnants were...
How could those four hundred and seventy Imperial Remnants not be afraid?
It was like a family living perfectly fine, when a terrifying alien extraterrestrial suddenly arrived, while putting on a stiff human skin, mumbling about destroying the Earth, then casually swiping open the password lock of the main door with a fingerprint, licking its lips and swaggering in...
Now this alien was knocked out the door by a car, but turned out it wasn't dead yet, forcefully pressing its eyeball against the peephole, saying to the family inside, "Are you guys that afraid of me?"...
Therefore,
The vast imperial might from the firmament became increasingly majestic!
The Great Crimson Theatrical Robe groaned, its knees pressed into the snow once again, and Jian Changsheng and Sun Bumian beside him even almost planted headfirst into the snow...
Jian Changsheng's pupils were gradually invaded by bloodshot lines, his breathing grew heavier and heavier. Under the frantic stimulation of the imperial might, an ancient Killing Intent drifted out from his body!
Within that ancient Killing Intent, a figure was filled with disdain for the imperial might, holding a weapon, sharp as if it could pierce the firmament.
Rustle—
The young figure wearing the Tang suit stood up straight from the snow lazily and casually, casually lifting the black hair on his forehead with his palm, heaving a long sigh somewhat helplessly...
A pair of colored Awakened Lion pupils completely occupied his original human eye sockets. At some unknown point, Sun Bumian seemed to have changed into a different person. His Aura instantly became unfathomably deep, like a Divine Dragon Whose Head Is Seen But Not Its Tail swimming through the clouds.
Dense smoke like that after firecrackers explode wafted from his body. Within that smoke, firecrackers sounded like continuous thunder, gongs, drums, and cheers seemed to cross thousands of years, surging from the nothingness...
Behind him, it was as if thousands upon thousands of figures put their hands together in prayer, standing amidst the fireworks of the human realm, murmuring:
"Good Fortune and Auspiciousness, peace year after year."
Sun Bumian stood amidst the dense smoke and the sound of gongs and drums, like a God of Auspiciousness from the fireworks of the human realm. That vast imperial might was completely melted away by the prayers of the myriad people, lightly flowing past his side.
Ultimately,
That bright, dazzling vermilion Theatrical Robe in the middle of the two slowly stood up.
Countless pairs of scarlet pupils opened from the nothingness behind him, filled with annoyance and anger towards the imperial pressure. Accompanied by Chen Ling's lips parting slightly, a "World-Ending" level Aura drifted out:
"—Scram!!!"
Boom—!!
Three Auras frantically intertwined, actually forcefully blasting apart the vast imperial might plummeting from the firmament. The bright and dazzling fragments of imperial might fell profusely from the sky like golden scorching snowflakes...
A Great Crimson Theatrical Robe, a black leather jacket, and a quaint Tang suit, just stood peacefully between the shattered snow and the imperial might, like three statues holding up the heavens and standing tall on the earth.
A few kilometers away from them.
The thick accumulated snow and soil loosened slightly. A head wrapped in bandages, like a small flower quietly growing out of the mud, silently drilled out...
He blankly watched the fragments of imperial might dancing all over the sky in the distance, and the three figures standing vaguely, remaining silent.
...
Dong—!!
An explosive roar like a clap of thunder came from the sky. The minds of the Hemp-Clad Youth and the crowd gritting their teeth and advancing in the wind and snow were shaken!
They looked towards the sky in unison, only to see a bright and dazzling golden divine pillar piercing through the firmament, descending from the sky, like a hammer of the gods smashing down heavily upon the human realm... The vast imperial might tumbled, and everyone was deterred by this scene!
"That, that is..."
"Is it a miracle?! A miracle has appeared! I told you this is some very formidable Ancient Vault!!"
"What a terrifying pillar of light, it actually pierced a hole in the sky?"
"Is it my illusion? Why do I feel like there are people under this pillar of light? It looks like they were beaten down from the sky."
"Impossible, right. With this kind of miracle appearing, how could there still be people... Even if there are, they're probably beaten to death by now."
"..."
The shockwaves of the imperial might echoed in the air. To these ordinary children, it was undoubtedly the same as a miracle. Seeing this scene, the thought of kneeling in worship and submission subconsciously sprouted in their hearts, and someone had even knelt down with a thud.