The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 708 - 464. Besieging the Empress (5k)_3

The Old Heavenly Master originally intended to say that the old monk Xuan Yin had been in seclusion at the Divine Dragon Temple constantly, and if there were any unusual movements, he would definitely perceive them.

Until now, he was utterly certain that Xuan Yin was still chanting scriptures within the Divine Dragon Temple, so there should be no need to worry.

But as the words were about to leave his mouth, a sudden inexplicable unease welled up within him.

Zhang Yan Yi, who adheres to the "Heavenly Dao," is highly sensitive to this kind of unexpected unease. He furrowed his brow, pondered briefly, then took out the Heavenly Book from his sleeve and tossed it into the air.

Golden characters flew out of the Heavenly Book, cascading like a waterfall in midair. Zhang Yan Yi immediately used the Heavenly Book to cast a hex, divining the Sealing Ceremony.

Concerning the Heavenly Human Realm, the Heavenly Dao could not provide any explicit guidance, but the general direction could be sensed.

A moment later, the hexagram emerged.

Zhang Yan Yi glanced upward, and his expression drastically changed!

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"Have you remembered? Senior Pei, what have you remembered?"

At the foot of Luo Mountain, Zhao Douan heard the voice in his mind, and was initially shocked, instinctively glancing around him.

Seeing that no one, including Eunuch Hai, had noticed, he carefully attempted to inquire within his heart.

He was also quite astonished: Pei Niannu, who should only establish contact during visualization, could directly speak to him?

This senior hidden within the "Six Chapters Scripture" was truly extraordinary; others cultivating the Martial God Path had never had a similar experience.

"I... remembered... why that day... the power that blocked my descent... is familiar..."

Descent?

Is she referring to the "Magic God"? Last time I tried to visualize and summon her out, but the "Magic God" blocked it with special means... After that, she was all mysterious...

Zhao Douan attempted to inquire in his heart:

"Does Senior possibly recognize the Magic God’s heritage?"

Indeed, Pei Niannu, as the first female sorcerer six hundred years ago, must have interacted with a majority of formidable individuals, perhaps even encountered the masters of the "Magic God" lineage.

However... the Magic God worships the "Heavenly Dao," similar to a crowd at the Heavenly Master Mansion... She wouldn’t simply recognize the power of the "Heavenly Dao God"... Well, such a senior should not make such a basic error...

Zhao Douan’s thoughts flickered.

Then suddenly, Eunuch Hai exclaimed: "They’re coming!"

Zhao Douan’s spirit surged, his attention diverted from the conversation with Pei Niannu, looking ahead.

They saw assassins with masked faces suddenly burst out from the left side of the distant forest; each holding a sword and knife, exuding fierce auras, each a notable cultivation martial artist.

On the right side, a group of magicians dressed in somewhat familiar attire appeared suddenly, clearly members of the Magic God Sect he had once battled.

Meanwhile, on higher hills, sentries arranged by the court were almost simultaneously killed.

A group of mysterious persons holding magic artifact crossbows occupied higher spots, launching arrow after arrow, wrapped in surging mana and piercing whistles towards the officials near the altar!

"Enemy attack!"

"Defend!"

Strong individuals in the army at the foot of the mountain shouted, and the guard forces, long prepared, simultaneously sprang into action, conjuring a semi-transparent array shield from thin air at the mountain’s base.

Led by the Minister of Rites, Mo Chou, and other capital officials, along with the Shipping Governor-led local officials, hurriedly driven and hid in nearby mountain caves for protection.

The assassins’ target was not this group of people; evidently, they headed straight for the altar.

Arrows collided with the rain shield, rippling circles resonating out, as Eunuch Hai said solemnly:

"Protect the altar; those who cross will die!"

"Swear to defend your charge to the death!"

A group of Inner Court Tributors spoke solemnly, murderous intent rising from them, targeting the magicians.

Meanwhile, the strong individuals in the military outer perimeter had already collided with the private army from the Royal Mansion attacking.

"Protect the charge!"

Zhao Douan unsheathed his sword with a loud shout, leading Lang Shiba and Ji Yue, together with the Jinyi from Lihua Hall, to shield the altar.

Simultaneously, his eyes swiftly sought strong individuals among the enemies.

As his gaze swept the area, he saw a figure attacking from afar like a cannonball.

Senior Brother Qingshan, Duan Shuiliu unreservedly reveals his true form, laughing heartily and stepping through the air, wielding a slashing sword and laughing:

"Hai Chunlin! After our last meeting, today Duan returns to learn your high skills!"

Eunuch Hai’s gaze indifferent: "You seek death."

Zhao Douan furrowed his brow tightly.

Duan Shuiliu appeared as expected, but... Where did the "Magic God" go?

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The summit of Luo Mountain.

Xu Zhenguan, clad in a dragon robe, crowned, holding the Ancestor’s Tablet, becomes obscure after entering the clouds.

Her figure darted forward, seeming to soar to the heavens, soon reaching the mountaintop.

A broad area had been cleared here, and the most striking spot was an altar constructed of Five-Colored Earth.

Xu Zhenguan gracefully arrived, descended below the altar, and with due respect, placed the Ancestor’s Tablet upon it.

"May the Grand Ancestor protect... Descendant Zhenguan, for the peace of the world, today conducts the sealing ceremony at Luo Mountain..."

Xu Zhenguan prayed silently; this wasn’t a necessary ritual for sealing; in fact, the success of sealing wasn’t much related to this tablet.

She simply wanted to do so.

Xu Zhenguan finished praying, raised her head, frowning, only to find the initially clear skies suddenly covered with thick clouds.

An indescribable chill descended.

"Sorrow God, aren’t you..." Xu Zhenguan snorted coldly, "Bold evil spirits, dare to reverse the divine secrets..."

She raised her hand to grasp in a void, the Taia Sword unsheathed with a clang, delivering itself into the Empress’s hand.

And just as the Empress readied to disperse the dark clouds with a single stroke.

Suddenly, the mountain wind swept.

Xu Zhenguan turned, gazing afar with beautiful eyes, seeing through the gaps amidst the clouds on Luo Mountain’s waist, where, from the distant East Sea’s river waters, a bamboo raft elegantly approached.

On this bamboo raft came a solitary, robust man with black-and-white hair chaotical cascading over his shoulders, dressed in hemp clothes.

No one rowed the boat; the bamboo raft moved by itself.

The cloth-clad man took a step, causing the raft to sink slightly as he stepped through the clouds, appearing on Luo Mountain’s peak.

The master of Qingshan, one of the four Heavenly Humans in the world.

Foremost in martial arts.

Wu Xiankui!