Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!-Chapter 659 - 633: Yu Zhou Ding_1
Hearing the two methods Yuan Tiangang mentioned, Qin Wudao quietly sighed in relief, though his brow furrowed slightly. He had also thought of a way! With so much Fortune, couldn't he use some of it to resurrect the fallen ministers? By consuming a portion, wouldn't the situation return to normal?
"Minister Yuan, accompany Us!"
Qin Wudao rose and walked towards the rear hall. The Investiture of the Gods was one of the core secrets of the Qin Dynasty; only ministers whose names could be inscribed upon it were qualified to know of its existence.
Yuan Tiangang, slightly stunned, quickly followed, leaving the assembled ministers in the main hall staring blankly at one another.
Upon arriving at the rear hall and activating the Formation, Qin Wudao told Yuan Tiangang his idea: using the Investiture of the Gods to resurrect ministers, thereby consuming some of the excess Fortune.
"Your Majesty, the Fortune of the Saint's Court of the Qin Dynasty isn't just abundant; it has undergone a qualitative change!" Yuan Tiangang explained in a grave tone. "During the migration of the Nine Provinces Realm, the Qin Dynasty's Fortune reached the limit for a Saint's Court. After ascending to the Myriad Heavens and Worlds and undergoing a baptism of Fortune's providence, it reached an astonishing six hundred million kilometers—denser than the Fortune of most Heavenly Courts! You must understand, the Fortune of many powers at the Heavenly Court level amounts to no more than one hundred million kilometers! For a Saint's Court of its scale to bear the Fortune of a Heavenly Court... even consuming a portion of this Fortune will not eliminate the hidden danger!"
Hearing this, understanding dawned on Qin Wudao. He looked once more into the depths of the Sea of Fortune and observed a golden light glinting within the purple Fortune. Purple-gold Fortune—that was the Fortune of a Heavenly Court!
It seems advancing to a Heavenly Court is imperative! Qin Wudao mused. However, to advance to a Heavenly Court, there was another difficulty: he still didn't know the method to do so.
A Heavenly Court governed an entire realm. The way of the sovereign was like Heaven itself, edifying all people. Although a Heavenly Court had once appeared on the Primeval Continent during the mid-Primeval Era, Qin Wudao had learned from the Yellow Spring Supreme's legacy that it had not been a complete Heavenly Court. The method to advance to a Heavenly Court could only be obtained from the Myriad Heavens and Worlds.
"Minister Yuan, what level of treasure is required to suppress the Fortune?" Qin Wudao inquired.
"Replying to Your Majesty, the Xuanyuan Sword, the Investiture of the Gods, and the Nine Dragons Jade Seal in Your hand are all treasures surpassing ninth-grade immortal treasures. They can suppress the Fortune!" Yuan Tiangang said, looking at the Xuanyuan Sword in Qin Wudao's hand and cupping his fists. Each treasure he mentioned was a state-suppressing artifact, possessing boundless might. Suppressing Fortune was naturally well within their capabilities. After all, the Fortune of the Saint's Court of the Qin Dynasty had only just reached the level of a Heavenly Court.
So that's how it is! Qin Wudao now roughly understood the level of treasure required. With a flick of his right hand, a golden, mystical light flashed, and a small ding appeared. It had four legs and was engraved with abstruse runes; it was ancient and simple, exuding an air of elegance and solemn majesty. It hovered quietly, yet it exuded an ancient, vast, and imposing aura. In a trance-like moment, it seemed to unify the cosmos and suppress all heavens. Countless Great Thousand Worlds appeared ready to submit before it.
"This... This is..." Gazing at the small ding, Yuan Tiangang's pupils constricted violently. His blood surged with excitement, and he was utterly astounded. From the small ding, he sensed a familiar aura: the resonance of bloodlines, the sanctuary of the soul, a heritage unique to Huaxia.
The Nine Provinces Ding!
"Correct. This is the Yu Zhou Ding. Can it be used to suppress the Fortune?" Qin Wudao asked with a smile.
"It can! It absolutely can!" Yuan Tiangang hurriedly nodded, his voice trembling slightly. This was one of the Nine Provinces Ding! In the early years of the Xia Dynasty, after Great Yu successfully tamed the floods, he collected tribute metal from the Nine Provinces and cast nine great ding. These were used to suppress Huaxia's Fortune and protect Huaxia's dragon veins. In those times, whoever controlled the Nine Provinces Ding was symbolized as holding the power to rule all under Heaven. Eventually, the Nine Provinces Ding were revered as treasured heirlooms of the state, passed down through generations. Throughout the Xia, Shang, and Zhou dynasties, possessing these Ding signified legitimate rule. Regrettably, amidst the chaos of war, the Nine Provinces Ding were lost, becoming treasures that Huaxia yearned for, their memory haunting countless dreams.
"Issue the command: proceed to the Ancestral Temple!" Qin Wudao nodded. With a wave of his hand, he retrieved the Yu Zhou Ding and deactivated the Formation. Then, he commanded in a clear, resonant voice. His majestic voice echoed through Changkong.
All the officials respectfully bowed.
「A quarter of an hour later.」
Qin Wudao led the civil and military officials to the exterior of the Ancestral Temple. They passed through the temple gates, a clear, fragrant breeze washing over them as they crossed the threshold. Rows of spirit tablets, each shimmering with a spiritual glow, came into view. Inexplicably, a sense of serenity settled over everyone's heart and mind.
Qin Wudao stepped forward, lit three incense sticks, and bowed respectfully. All the civil and military officials bowed as well, though a flicker of confusion crossed their minds. Weren't we just discussing the Fortune crisis? Why have we come to the Ancestral Temple?
"Power of Fortune, condense!"
Under the watchful eyes of all present, Qin Wudao lightly tapped his finger. His words became reality as he spoke, drawing upon one percent of the Saint's Court's Fortune to condense a high platform beside the spirit tablets. This platform stood nine zhang tall. It was entirely white and carved with the mountains and terrain of Yu State, presenting an exceptionally majestic appearance.
Then, with a solemn expression, Qin Wudao took out the Yu Zhou Ding and placed it upon the high platform.
A miraculous scene unfolded. The moment it was placed on the high platform, the patterns on the Yu Zhou Ding began to shift, forming the geomantic ley lines of Yu State within the Nine Provinces Realm. Mystical light flashed, and Dao Rhymes permeated the air, surging straight to the Ninth Heaven.
BOOM!
Above the Imperial Capital, a phantasmal image connecting heaven and earth appeared. It exuded a terrifying aura, as majestic as a divine mountain, wreathed in immeasurable divine light, incomparably grand and imposing. It wore a robe condensed from the power of Heaven and Earth of Yu State, suffused with the Power of Laws. Its face was indistinct, like primordial chaos—resembling mountains, rivers, trees, the wind... like all things in existence. Only its eyes were immeasurably profound, revealing its divinity. This figure was precisely the deity of the Yu Zhou Ding.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!" After appearing, the deity faced Qin Wudao, cupped its fists, and saluted.
"Yu Zhou Ding, suppress the Fortune!" Without hesitation, Qin Wudao commanded.
Upon hearing the command, the deity gazed at the boundless Sea of Fortune. Slowly extending its right hand, it unleashed a terrifying might that swept through the Heavenly Universe, revealing a supreme will capable of reshaping Heaven and Earth. A colossal palm imprint materialized, suppressing the overflowing Fortune.
ROAR!
Fortune's Golden Dragon soared into the sky as if a heavy burden had been lifted from it. It let out a resonant roar, reveling wildly within the Nine Provinces Realm.
BANG!
After stabilizing the Fortune, the deity saluted once more and then vanished. It left behind a phantasmal projection of the Yu Zhou Ding, which stood like a sea-calming pillar, suppressing the center of the Sea of Fortune.
"Your Majesty, the Fortune crisis has been resolved!" Yuan Tiangang formed hand seals, activated his Heavenly Eye, glanced at the Sea of Fortune, then cupped his fists and reported.
A faint smile touched Qin Wudao's lips but quickly vanished. His gaze became like that of a deity as he looked towards the distant starry sky, a cold glint flickering in his eyes. Jiang Ziwen, Cao Cao, Zhao Yun, and the others seemed to sense something. They quietly tightened their grips on their weapons, killing intent flaring around them.
Seeing this, the expressions of many ministers with lower cultivation bases turned grave as they realized something significant was about to happen.
After a span of three breaths, everyone could see through the firmament. In the northern starry sky, ten streaks of blood-red light appeared, streaking across the cosmos and rapidly approaching the Saint's Court of the Qin Dynasty. Each streak of blood-red light carried boundless killing intent and was exceptionally savage. This was especially true for the two figures leading the way. Even across the vast distance, one could sense an immense pressure emanating from them, as if they possessed the power to destroy heaven and earth and shatter the stars.
