Longevity Clan Starts with the Patriarch's Marriage - Chapter 153

Chapter 153: Chapter 132: The Storm Approaches! Jiao Saint! Dragon Soul and Dragon Ball!_1

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Dingyuan Manor, within the unparalleled Emperor Formation.

The towering figure revealed its outline, his eyes gazing outwards as if he could see through the obstacles of the Emperor Formation. Stars were born and died in his eyes; ages rose and fell.

“How many years has it been?”

The sonorous and ancient voice suddenly sounded, and the towering figure’s brows furrowed, his complexion somewhat grim.

It seemed he had miscalculated again.

Four or five years had passed, and the Cultivator woman from the Myriad Phenomena Realm who had appeared last time had not returned yet, which made the Great Emperor somewhat anxious.

To pull that woman from the Myriad Phenomena Realm in, he had exhausted all his external forces, it could be said to be an all-in gamble.

Has she still not tracked down that little Cultivator?

Got the Pill Formula for the Rebirth Pill and doesn’t want to come back?

Died on the outside?

All kinds of conjectures flashed through the Great Emperor’s mind, eventually turning into a sigh; he had underestimated that woman from the Myriad Phenomena Realm.

Even the Immortal Law Emperor Scripture and the opportunity to become an emperor couldn’t tempt that Cultivator woman—her dao heart was far too steadfast, just at the Myriad Phenomena Realm, yet her dao heart matched that of the peak of the Tongxuan Realm’s Zimei Zhen.

“Seems I can only endure for a few more tens of thousands of years.”

Within the nine-colored light barrier, darkness swept over, concealing the towering figure, and there was no more sound in the Underground World.

In the Capital City of Da Qian, the Imperial Palace.

Inside the Chao Tian Hall, Emperor Qian sat high on the Dragon Chair, thinking back to what the Prime Minister had said, his expression solemn as he asked again:

“Prime Minister, are you sure what you said is true?”

Emperor Qian couldn’t help but be solemn; the matter was too significant, so serious that even a master of a top power had to treat it with great care.

“I swear on my loyalty, every word is true,” the Prime Minister said with a bow, his tone sincere.

Emperor Qian felt a great headache, looking at the Prime Minister who seemed hesitant to speak, ultimately said nothing.

“Summon the Grand Preceptor, State Preceptor, Prophet, Head Supervisor, and Great General.”

Emperor Qian instructed the Grand Internal Supervisor standing beside him and then said to the Prime Minister:

“Please wait here for a moment, my dear subject.”

The Prime Minister watched as Emperor Qian’s figure receded, saying nothing, just thinking of his daughter far away, his heart stirring with waves.

In the deepest part of the Imperial Palace, the core forbidden area.

Emperor Qian arrived there, took out a metal Token inscribed with the character “Qian,” infused it with Gang Yuan, and the Token immediately radiated divine light, opening a passage that Emperor Qian stepped into with long strides.

Walking inside, Emperor Qian’s heart was somewhat uneasy; this was the most important place in the Qian Dynasty, which could only be opened with the Qian Token.

To activate the Qian Token, one needed to practice the Da Qian Royalty’s exclusive Heaven Rank Cultivation Technique at the Myriad Phenomena Realm of a Great Grandmaster, for their Gang Yuan had a specific property, comparable to the strength of True Yuan. Missing the slightest amount meant it could not be opened from the outside.

If someone tried to attack forcefully, the three-grade Emperor Formation that protected the forbidden area would kill the intruder outright.

He walked along the passage, the path ahead suddenly opened up, and he entered an ancient hall.

In the center of the hall, there was a stove, its design ancient and covered in patterns, emanating an aura that was refreshing to the soul.

On either side of the stove, there were two cushioned mats, upon which sat two figures, both facing the stove.

The figure on the left wore coarse gray clothes, hair white as a crane’s and skin wrinkled like a chicken’s, his eyes tightly closed, not even a breath could be felt.

The figure on the right was dressed in Silver Battle Armor, his features rugged and handsome, also with eyes shut, but his aura was robust and dominant.

Emperor Qian didn’t go forward, merely stopping at the entrance of the hall, glancing at the stove before bowing his head to report:

“Ancestor, Father, I have an urgent matter to report.”

There was no reaction from the two figures in the hall, but Emperor Qian waited patiently. After the time it takes to burn an incense stick, the rugged figure on the right finally opened his eyes. Two beams of divine light shone on the stove, but the stove remained unresponsive.

“Speak,” said the rugged middle-aged man in a commanding tone that unconsciously inspired submission.

Another incense stick’s time later, Emperor Qian left the hall, walked the passage, and appeared outside the forbidden area.

He looked back at the forbidden area one last time, his figure vanishing. When he reappeared, he was already back in the Chao Tian Hall.

In the hall, the Grand Preceptor, State Preceptor, Prophet, and the others had all arrived, each wearing a grave expression. Grand Internal Manager Cao had already relayed some news, which made them feel extremely troubled.

They knew where Emperor Qian had been, and they also knew that such matters were not for Emperor Qian to decide alone, so they waited patiently.

When Emperor Qian appeared, they all looked at him eagerly, wanting to know what decision he had received.

“My lords, there is no need to worry, the sky of Da Qian won’t fall,” Emperor Qian said with a smile, his tone relaxed.

The Grand Preceptor, State Preceptor, and the others breathed a sigh of relief, and a secret council immediately began, discussing how to handle the impact of this affair, and how to counter that person.

After the secret council ended, the Prophet returned to the Imperial Astronomer to observe the national fate of Da Qian once more.

“Pu—”

The Prophet spat out a mouthful of blood from his core, his face aged by threefold, his overall presence greatly diminished. He hurriedly took out several medicinal pills and swallowed them to ease his condition, but his face was still marked with shock.

“How could this be?” the Prophet muttered to himself restlessly.

He noticed that Da Qian’s national fate was extremely volatile, with dragons and snakes preparing to emerge from the earth as if a world-changing event was imminent.

The opportunity indicated for Prince Wu’an was still in Leizhou, but the critical point concerning Da Qian’s future faintly pointed toward another province.

After steadying his heart, the Prophet hurriedly left to convey this matter to the concerned parties.

In Leizhou, at the Hehuan Sect.

Yan Liulong lounged on a throne, revealing a large area of snow-white skin from her slender legs. She propped her chin with one hand, appearing to be deep in thought.

From her, one could see the delicacy and charm of a mature woman, as well as the tenderness and purity of a young girl, all aspects of femininity embodied in one person. Especially with the white stockings on her legs, she added even more seductiveness.