Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 715 - 364: Take Action

At this moment, he suddenly felt that maybe Huan Xingzi was right, perhaps the ancient mission that had lasted for nearly a thousand years had come to an end. And before them, within the Bright Mirror, all was obscured by black fog, the very power that belonged to Xu Fu.

Atop the grand hall, Ying Xi, rejuvenated to his younger self, was brimming with confidence, feeling as though the whole world was within his grasp. A smug smile hung on his face as he looked down upon the trembling ministers kneeling on the ground.

And these high officials, usually so lofty and above all others, were now drenched in sweat. Everything that had occurred in the grand hall transcended their understanding: fratricide and patricide, such tragic betrayals of kinship unfolding brutally before everyone, exposing the deepest wickedness of human nature.

What was most incomprehensible was that drop of gold blood and the Emperor, young once more. Of course, many guessed that the blood might be the Essence Blood of the First Emperor, a lineage passed down through the Ying family from generation to generation.

Watching the fearful expressions of everyone before him, Ying Xi could no longer contain his euphoria and began to laugh aloud in the grand hall, his unrestrained laughter echoing off its walls.

At the same time, Xu Fu was also laughing wildly within the city walls, enveloped by endless shadows of Ferocious Ghosts.

This laughter reached up to the heavens, seemingly overlapping with the laughter of Ying Xi inside the grand hall.

At that moment, Ying Xi suddenly sensed something was wrong; why were his veins throbbing with pain? He stopped laughing, glancing at his body, only to discover with horror that his veins had become like angry dragons, as if boundless power lay hidden within them.

The ministers below and the effeminate young man lurking in the background noticed this abnormality and cried out in alarm.

"Your Majesty, what has happened to you?" The effeminate young man, disregarding all else, rushed to Ying Xi's side, asking with concern as he supported the Emperor.

"This shouldn't be happening, I followed the ancient texts to the letter, where did it go wrong?" Ying Xi muttered to himself, his voice filled with incredulity.

"I am the Son of Heaven, decreed by the heavens to enjoy everlasting prosperity, how could anything go wrong!" Tremendous pain drove Ying Xi to the verge of madness, and he began to scream wildly, his voice hoarse with exhaustion filling the entire grand hall.

However, the pain did not subside with his screams but instead, his veins became increasingly pronounced.

With a bang, Ying Xi's veins burst open, and blood spattered everywhere, staining the gold Dragon Throne red. The reign of the seventy-second generation of Qin was ended.

But this was not the end but the beginning. As blood gushed forth, the Essence Blood of the First Emperor hidden in the crimson liquid began to shine, casting a thick golden light over the grand hall.

This dazzling golden light seemed to connect to an unnamed place as thunderous sounds began to resound in the heavens, deafening.

All the people in the Capital City could not help but lift their heads to the sky, where the previously thick clouds suddenly changed, revealing a massive vortex as if a terrifying entity was about to descend upon the city.

Even the citizens hiding in their homes waiting for an outcome from the Imperial Palace were drawn by the disturbance and quietly lifted the lids of their cellars, seeing the changes in the sky above and involuntarily expressing their amazement: "Is the sky about to collapse?"

The sky did not collapse, but a massive shadow gradually enveloped the entire city. Incredulous eyes of the people watched as a majestic Mausoleum slowly revealed a corner.

"Roar!" Suddenly, a terrible dragon's roar emanated from the sky, resounding in everyone's ears, causing a tremor that sprang from their very souls and involuntary brought them to their knees.

A massive apparition appeared above the Mausoleum, a middle-aged man with a dignified face and piercing eyes, dressed in a black Ceremonial Robe adorned with fierce True Dragons.

"I have more virtue than the Three Sovereigns and greater achievements than the Five Emperors, so I shall be called the Emperor!" The majestic voice spread throughout the land, imbued with an indescribable dignity and dominance.

Xu Fu looked at the colossal apparition with a complicated expression in his eyes and muttered to himself, "Your Majesty!"

The old guardians by the Bright Mirror were also in tears at this moment. This was their millennia-old faith. For this man, the Qi Cultivators had braved enmity with the gods of all realms, resulting in their near annihilation, the loss of their sacred traditions, and ultimately, only these few remained desperately clinging to life.

But they had no regrets and swore to follow their Emperor to the death.

However, Ying Zheng had after all perished, and all that was left was his former shadow.

"Perhaps it's time to bring an end to it all!" the elder muttered to himself, as though he had made some resolute decision.

"Let's do it, for the Emperor can no longer return. Let us, these old bones, do one last thing for the world," he said softly.

Hearing this, the others nodded in agreement. They had been repressing their anger and resentment for nearly a thousand years, and Xu Fu would become the target of their pent-up fury.

And so, the old men who had sat unmoving in the high tower of the Imperial Palace for so many years began to stir, and a strange power surged from within them. The Bright Mirror instantly shone with a brilliant light.

Golden light shot forth from the mirror on the high platform, piercing through the heavens, its target was none other than Xu Fu sneaking into the Capital City.

Feeling the descent of this powerful force, Xu Fu's mouth twisted into a cold smirk, "Really, a bunch of unrelenting old timers. Must you keep hounding me like this?"

No sooner had he spoken than a thick fog surged around him, as if endless ghosts and demons were lurking within.

The fierce golden light shone upon the black fog, causing it to churn violently. The Ferocious Ghosts let out screams that enveloped the Capital City, making everyone cover their ears instinctively.

But it was to no avail, even with their ears covered, the piercing screams still transmitted clearly, causing dizziness and blurred vision. Fortunately, that was all they could cause—no further harm was done.

The golden light was eventually devoured by the thick fog, and the screams of the Ferocious Ghosts ceased abruptly. Everything seemed to return to calm, but the battle between Xu Fu and the old men had just begun.

The quiet streets suddenly became covered with black wrinkles that bore ancient text exuding a peculiar power, the talisman techniques unique to Qi Cultivators.

At that moment, these Cursed Scripts seemed to come to life. They moved ceaselessly on the streets like Hunters ready to pounce on their prey, waiting for the right moment to claim their life.

Xu Fu watched the vast array of Cursed Scripts and furrowed his brow slightly. It seemed these old fellows hadn't been idle all these years, or else they wouldn't have accumulated so many talismans.

"But then again, I haven't been idle over the years either!" he said with a smirk playing on his lips.

With a mere wave of his hand, countless crimson lights suddenly lit up the dark streets, like lanterns in the darkness.