Zhao Yuhuan walked along, occasionally casting a wistful sigh as he took in the sights of the Great Jin's lands.
"Today, I've played all my cards. Alone, I come to challenge the Imperial Capital. Either I perish here, or the sun and moon will see a new sky!"
Reflecting on his life, he recalled how the Previous Emperor despised him for being the son of a concubine, refusing to acknowledge his princely status, even stripping him of the Qin surname, forcing Zhao Yuhuan to take his mother's surname.
His mother died of heartbreak, and his father, the Previous Emperor of Great Jin, ignored him. He was unloved by his aunts and uncles alike.
While other children sought their parents' love and protection, young Zhao Yuhuan carried a simple long blade on his back and resolutely joined the army.
A century of military life, rising from an unknown soldier, he carved his path with that blade, becoming the current King of Shu, Zhao Yuhuan.
"My life has been like walking on thin ice. I had no extraordinary cultivation talent, no genius intellect. I relied on careful planning, hiding my strength for ten years, to reach where I am today."
"If I cannot wear the dragon robe, how can I prove to the Previous Emperor that the offspring of his concubines are all worthless, and that I, Zhao Yuhuan, am not inferior to anyone!"
Zhao Yuhuan's smile was wild and unrestrained, revealing his true nature—arrogant and untamed, with a demonic aura.
"Black Star, descend!"
Zhao Yuhuan spread his arms wide, closing his eyes as if waiting for something.
In the next moment, a shadow appeared over the sun, and a black pupil sun emerged from the shadow.
The black pupil sun descended, then dissolved into a liquid form, merging into Zhao Yuhuan's body through every pore.
"Ah, comfortable!"
Zhao Yuhuan opened his eyes, now completely black and demonic, looking incredibly eerie.
His aura surged! The ground beneath him cracked, and the shockwaves slammed into the protective array of the Imperial Capital.
The array creaked and cracked, forming spiderweb-like patterns on its surface!
Golden Throne Hall.
A Great Being of the Moon Shine Realm trembled, cold sweat soaking his clothes, and said, "He's infinitely close to the Morning Glow Realm. No! At this moment, Zhao Yuhuan is already a true Great Being of the Morning Glow Realm!"
The guests were in an uproar, filled with fear and unease.
"Zhao Yuhuan hid so deeply! Even the Great Qian Dynasty doesn't have a Morning Glow Realm Great Being. Zhao Yuhuan clearly had the strength but kept it hidden, his patience is terrifying!"
"Black Star Secret Art, an ancient forbidden divine power! Is Zhao Yuhuan courting death?"
"It's said that once the Black Star Secret Art is cast, it cannot be stopped until the caster dies. The summoned Black Star will explode, and the energy released can even kill a Moon Shine Realm cultivator! What is Zhao Yuhuan planning, mutual destruction?"
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Meng Qingzhou's eyelids twitched, and he couldn't help but gasp.
What the heck!?
The Black Star Secret Art will explode, and even a Moon Shine Realm cultivator can't withstand it?
Doesn't that mean Zhao Yuhuan plans to take the entire Imperial Capital down with him!
"Who has been interfering with the plot, forcing Zhao Yuhuan to such a desperate point? Now they've angered an honest person to the point of no return, and people are going to die."
Meng Qingzhou shook his head helplessly.
Blind for three years, he still retained some of his accumulated experience points, along with the ten years of blind experience he gained from Zhao Gou's many-treasure fish last time, suppressed within his body.
It was enough for him to break through to the Moon Shine Realm.
"System, add points!"
As panic spread within the Golden Throne Hall, with everyone on edge, no one noticed Meng Qingzhou quietly retreating to the back of the crowd.
In just a few breaths, he successfully broke through to the Moon Shine Realm!
Although Meng Qingzhou still couldn't see, he could clearly feel that he had changed.
His dantian was now a vast ocean of spiritual energy, gradually solidifying, with the quality of the energy becoming denser, like an inverted full moon.
The Sword Sense of Time and Space that traversed his sea of consciousness also grew deeper, becoming boundless and unfathomable.
If someone observed Meng Qingzhou closely, they would notice that his entire demeanor resembled that of an untouchable deity, with the black silk covering his eyes adding a touch of mystery and sanctity.
"Three Purities One Breath, triple fusion!" Meng Qingzhou formed a divine power seal with his hand hidden in his sleeve.
In the corner of the crowd, the Qian Yuan Sword Saint's body suddenly trembled, as if two identical shadows merged with him.
"The true power of Three Purities One Breath is now revealed. The fusion of three clones, each with seventy percent of the original's strength, can elevate the realm beyond the original!"
"Not only that, if I wish, can I merge the three clones into my body and directly confront Zhao Yuhuan?"
Meng Qingzhou fell into deep thought.
In reality, the true use of Three Purities One Breath was to create three clones and then merge them into the original body, temporarily boosting strength without any side effects.
However, Meng Qingzhou had too many tricky maneuvers and never thought in this direction. Even if he did, he couldn't use it for now.
Until he was truly invincible, he couldn't expose himself. He had to learn from Zhao Yuhuan's mindset and surpass him, surviving until the end of time and the sea runs dry!
"Let's see if the Empress has a solution. If not, I'll have to let the Qian Yuan Sword Saint take action. It's a good excuse to let him die once." Meng Qingzhou nodded slightly, feeling this idea was quite good.
Outside the city.
Zhao Yuhuan grasped at the void, using the power of the Black Star to forge a Fangtian Halberd out of thin air. He aimed at the Imperial Capital, his arms drawing back like a full bow, then suddenly released.
Boom!
The massive halberd shot out, directly shattering the protective array of the Imperial Capital!
"Qin Liuli, come out and fight." Zhao Yuhuan soared into the air, landing heavily in front of the Imperial Capital's gate, grinning.
In an instant, countless meteors rose from within the Imperial Capital, the hidden cultivators of Great Jin.
After hundreds of years, the Imperial Capital of Great Jin faced another crisis, alarms blaring, with the Imperial Guard and the Imperial Guard mobilizing to protect the residents and lead them to shelters.
"Qin Liuli, are you afraid of me!?" Zhao Yuhuan laughed, "I, alone, suppress a city, you can't escape!"
Dongfang Liuli's face was icy, silent, but the killing intent in her eyes spoke volumes.
"Your Majesty, you must not! I am willing to fight the rebel king!"
"We request permission to fight!"
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The generals of Great Jin knelt, their resolute faces filled with a determination to die.
Dongfang Liuli waved her hand, snapping her fingers lightly, and her dragon robe condensed into a suit of armor.
"No need. The guest has arrived, and as the host, it is only right to greet him."
With that, Dongfang Liuli took a step forward, instantly appearing outside the city, facing Zhao Yuhuan from afar.
"Zhao Yuhuan, I have allowed you to roam free for years, but in the end, raising a tiger brings calamity. You've taught me a great lesson."
"It's time for you to meet your long-overdue fate."
Zhao Yuhuan sneered, "Oh? I'd like to hear what this fate is."
Dongfang Liuli no longer restrained her aura, the supreme fluctuations of the Morning Glow Realm clashing with Zhao Yuhuan's Black Star shadow.
"Your fate is death!"
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