The atmosphere in Xiao Mausoleum’s Under Palace, after the thick ’Hulong Gate’ isolates the inside from the outside, has already become extremely cold and oppressive.

The Minister of Rites, Li Yuanda, who also serves as the ceremonial officer of the grand ritual, temporarily halts his steps, sweeping his chilly gaze across the crowd inside the hall. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Quan Dingtian knows well that this grand ritual cannot continue. He raises his hand, his face as heavy as submerged iron: "Everyone, stay where you are. Anyone who moves will be executed!"

Then, this Jianzheng of Guozi Bureau casts his questioning gaze towards the Jianzheng of Qintian Bureau on his side: "Brother Ou, why has this happened?"

"What on earth are you talking about?" QinTian’s Jianzheng, Ou Chongwu, frowned, turning to face him, "I’m afraid I don’t understand the meaning of your words."

"What’s there to not understand? This series of earthquakes in Nanjing City, you, as Jianzheng of Qintian Bureau, don’t know the cause? In theory, today’s event must have had a bad omen, but you as Jianzheng didn’t notice it at all?"

With a glacial look in Quan Dingtian’s eyes, as if he could freeze Ou Chongwu: "There are also suspicions about Earl Dazong, who selected the time with you. But Earl Dazong only took up the position of Minister of Rites in Nanjing a month and a half ago, after the tomb of the Han dynasty was unsealed, it’s impossible for him to have such an elaborate scheme.

Moreover, all the mechanisms inside and outside Xiao Mausoleum, including the ’Hulong Gate’, are maintained and repaired by you, the Qintian Bureau. Who besides your Qintian Bureau could tamper with the ’Hulong Gate’? I really do not know——"

Quan Dingtian’s voice pauses: "Are you working for someone in the palace, or are you a member of Jianling’s remnants?"

"Brother Quan, these are all speculative words you are saying, only proving that I am more suspicious than others. But things have come to this point, it doesn’t matter anymore. Also, speak properly, why are you using words out of context? Your level of cultivation, can’t do anything to me."

At this moment, a faint red Gang Qi starts to swirl around Ou Chongwu. A strange smile appears on his face: "The one from the palace you mentioned, are you referring to the Empress Dowager? I should say both. I am indeed related to the remnants of Jianling, but without the Empress Dowager’s conveniences, I wouldn’t have been successful today. Just the previous case of the Jiangjun Mountain blood sacrifice, I would have lost my position as Jianzheng of Qintian Bureau——"

"You traitorous rebels, you have the audacity!"

Before Ou Chongwu could complete his sentence, Helian Fulong struck him with a pole. The Snow Sakura Silver Spear was like a white Thunderbolt, exceeding everyone’s limit of vision. Although it was filled with astonishing Cold Power, it did not reduce the temperature in the tomb chamber by even a fraction.

But the next moment, Ou Chongwu’s arm suddenly swelled and turned into a giant snake that caught the long spear in its mouth and then coiled around it to tightly wrap the spear tip.

At the same time, flames sprouted all over his body, combating the astonishing cold power of Helian Fulong.

The clash of forces between these two induced booming explosions and spread a strong wave of Gang Qi in this Under Palace, creating destructive shock waves which could instantly crush ordinary people into pulp.

"The heavenly level?"

Minister of Rites, Li Yuanda, had an incredulous look on his face, his mind shaken.

He wondered, how can this Ou Chongwu be at the heavenly level? What about his background, his Mana, and his Yin God has anything to do with the heavenly level?

Even if he was deliberately hiding his skills, it couldn’t be this extreme!

The faces of the few people on the scene changed dramatically. Vice Master Zhang even took a step forward, his cautious look guarding Prince Yu Jianji.

Quan Dingtian also moved to Prince Yu Jianji’s side. His gaze was intense, and his eyes were filled with surging emotions: "He is not Ou Chongwu! This is a technique, similar to Divine Descendance. You are Dicheng?"

Ou Chongwu seemed surprised and looked at Quan Dingtian in astonishment: "You can recognize me?"

Second Prince Yu Jianji’s face was also filled with astonishment, he couldn’t help but exclaim: "Dicheng? The Dicheng of Nanjing’s Duchenghuang Temple? This is simply absurd!"

He thought that even if it was Ducheng of Duchenghuang Temple, it wouldn’t have the power of the heavenly level.

The gods enshrined by the Jin Dynasty, unless they were of the Emperor or King rank, could in no way surpass the threshold of the heavenly level.

Even if they had achieved the heavenly level and mind of Yang during their lifetime, they would need to be enshrined by the court or have a million or more people’s faith after their death to launch the many divine laws and Divine Skills belonging to the heavenly level.

But this Dicheng in front of him is indeed showing the power of the heavenly level in the face-off against Helian Fulong!

"The one in front of your Highness, is none other than the Dicheng of Nanjing, Xie Kun, formally Xie Fangzheng, who served the Great Ancestor, Jianling and Emperor Taizong in his lifetime. After his death, he was posthumously granted the title of Chaoyi Dafu, and enshrined as ’Jiancha Sifulin Dichen Xianyoubo’"

Quan Dingtian looked at Ou Chongwu in disbelief: "I am fortunate to have seen your Divine Power. But I can’t figure out why you would do this. Nor can I understand why you are able to use Tengshe’s Divine Skills? Unless——"

"Unless I didn’t die, and established a shrine for Divine Enthronement while I was still alive!" Ou Chongwu’s lips curled upwards. Like a snake, he split his mouth so wide that his molars were completely exposed. His face had greatly distorted: "Back then, that tyrant Yu Di not only buried me in the Artic ice and snow and wanted to freeze me to death, he also exiled my entire family to Liaodong.

After I died, he hypocritically rehabilitated me and enshrined me as Nanjing Dicheng! Does he want me to protect the Jin Dynasty even after I’m dead? But heaven has eyes, I was lucky to get a Tengshe’s egg in the past, even in ten thousand cold ice, it could still maintain a thread of life——"

Boom!

Helian Fulong’s spear move shattered Ou ChongWu’s right arm that was transformed into a snake. His spear had taken on the form of an ice dragon, causing the snake wrapped around Ou’s spear to turn into fragments of ice crystals, scattering about.

The latter’s right arm had healed within a split second and transformed into a snake form again. However, the ’ice dragon’ lunged at him once again, stabbing, ramming, and gnawing, freezing every bit of Ou ChongWu’s body and flesh, then shattered them into frost dust.

"I don’t care who you are!"

There was a cold killing intent in Helian Fulong’s eyes: "Even if you truly are Xie Kun, you will only die today. Your biggest mistake was choosing this Under Palace, the tomb of the Great Ancestor, to be audacious today!"

At this moment, the Dragon Qi gathered in the Under Palace began to respond to Helian Fulong’s spear move, vaguely forming into three Five-clawed Golden Dragons, entwining around his ice dragon, making his move more awe-inspiringly vigorous, so potent, it was unstoppable!

Especially on the sides of the Under Palace, there were thousands of weapon-wielding, on high-alert royal camp elites. Their force, their energy, was also incorporated into Helian Fulong’s spear move. Their energy even turned into smoke, forming a dragon and tiger totem behind Helian Fulong.

As a result, the entire Under Palace seemed to shake and ripple with his spear moves, and a layer of frost quietly crept onto the stone walls.

This caused Ou ChongWu’s body to be continuously penetrated and shattered, but he did not care. He kept summoning fire serpents from within his body, clashing and colliding with the ice dragon spear, sneering coldly: "In the presence of the Great Ancestor’s tomb, indeed, I can only use forty or fifty percent of my mana, while you, Helian Fulong, can draw on the support of Dragon Qi. One grows and the other declines, I will be defeated here within a quarter of an hour at most, but do you think I have no backup plan?"

Helian Fulong’s face became stern. His opponent’s words were exactly what he worried about. Xie Kun, renowned for his talent and overshadowing an era, was once the Grand Secretary of the Cabinet and Daxueshi of the Right Chunfang and one of the few heavenly levels in Confucianism. A person at this level would not foolishly walk into certain death.

But all he could do right now was to do his utmost to attack Ou ChongWu’s body, destroying Xie Kun’s Primordial Spirit that had descended here. At the same time, he released his Divine Consciousness, sensing and being alert of his surroundings.

Especially the Liudao Division elites on both sides, as well as those royal camp soldiers.

As per Helian Fulong’s speculation, the remnants of Jianling must be lurking within. Even Vice Master Zhang and Quan Dingtian, the Minister of Rites Li Yuanda, and others behind him could not be ruled out.

Just at this moment, countless black fog suddenly burst out of Ou ChongWu’s body, shrouding the entire scene. The 960 Dragon-patterned copper lamps in the Under Palace all extinguished at the same time.

Helian Fulong’s eyes narrowed, knowing that Ou ChongWu’s lethal move had arrived. He immediately controlled his spear, fully alert.

The black fog emitted by the other party had the power to obstruct and disturb his divine sense. But within three feet around him, Helian Fulong could still perceive the minutest detail. Any rustle couldn’t escape his divine sense.

Not only him, but also Zhang Yingyuan, Quan Dingtian, and Li Yuanda behind him were all fully alert at this moment.

As Quan Dingtian was wondering where Ou ChongWu’s accomplices were hiding in this Under Palace and what kind of means they would use, he saw a flash of five-color light appear on the side which he totally didn’t expect.

It was two balls of five-color nebula, shooting out at a speed that was hard to catch with the naked eye, creating a stunningly beautiful, dazzling, even intoxicating light and shadow.

"Great Five Elements Magnet Miejue Needle!"

Quan Dingtian didn’t have time to react at all. He saw one of the five-color nebulas directly shatter Zhang Yingyuan, the Vice Master Zhang, into flesh and blood residues.

And the other one pierced into the body of Helian Fulong in front. The latter’s expression was utterly disbelief. There was a massive hole blown open in his chest, and his viscera were devastated. Even half of his skull was shattered by that tremendously powerful five-color needle.

The recovery power of heavenly level Wu cultivator is extremely strong, they can be reborn from a drop of blood. Even if only a drop of blood remains, they can recover.

But Helian Fulong had just recovered part of his wounds when Ou ChongWu sneered. At this moment, he transformed into a huge serpent burning red flames, lunging and biting at Helian Fulong, gnawing at his flesh and blood, preventing his body from regenerating.

The flame also re-lit the Under Palace, and at this moment, the second prince, Yu Jianji, Quan Dingtian, Minister of Rites Li Yuanda, and Jiang Hanyun, standing among the numerous Liudao Division and royal camp armored soldiers on the right side of the Under Palace, all were looking in shock at the woman holding two black cylinders. She was poised and elegant, enchantingly beautiful.

"Changle?"

Yu Jianji titled his head, he murmuring in disbelief. Then he saw Princess Changle pull out two crescent blades from her sleeves, pouring a lethal silver light towards him.

The two silver crescent lights broke through Yu Jianji’s defensive top-grade magical implement with just one slash, and before Yu Jianji could react, a hand stretched out and grabbed his neck.

If the two of you do not stop now, I will kill the prince right now!"

The faces of Quan Dingtian and Minister of Rites Li Yuanda changed dramatically, halting their Great Rectitude that was about to surge forward.

With a face as pale as paper, Yu Jianji felt the chaotic energy within his body, making it impossible to use his protective magical instrument. The woman had easily broken his defenses.

Is it Master Zhenru?

There was an image of a benevolent monk with handsome eyebrows and eyes flashing in Yu Jianji’s mind. He looked coldly at the woman beside him: "You are not Changle! Who the hell are you?"

That ’Princess Changle’, on the other hand, revealed a mockery, her lips had a teasing curve: "Your sister Changle, she’s long gone."