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[Space-Time Projection] can be maintained for a quarter of an hour. With Meng Qingzhou’s current strength, he can project at most four figures at a time.
Moreover, the projected figures are completely random, relying entirely on luck. If luck is good, he might even project the first Human Emperor!
This time, luck was on his side. Four heroic spirits from ancient times, each a top-tier ambitious hero of their era.
With just the peak of the Moon Shine Realm, they were able to battle Pu Lingzi, a peak Morning Glow Realm expert, for a quarter of an hour. Although Pu Lingzi intentionally held back, it still demonstrated the formidable power of these four ancient heroic spirits.
“Thank you, seniors,” Meng Qingzhou cupped his hands in salute.
The remaining three shadows nodded slightly, their gazes towards Meng Qingzhou clearly changed.
A mere Moon Shine Realm cultivator, yet he effortlessly killed Pu Lingzi. Throughout history, he was a god-like youth.
“With you in Great Jin, I am at ease,” the Taichu Emperor said with a gratified smile.
Meng Qingzhou scratched his head, somewhat puzzled, and explained, “Senior, I have already resigned and returned home. I am no longer a minister of Great Jin. I must have disappointed you.”
The Taichu Emperor smiled without speaking, but inwardly he was cursing.
Heh…
Kid, you may not be a minister of Great Jin, but you are the Emperor of Great Jin.
The two most powerful people in the entire nation, Her Majesty and the Emperor, one pretending to be a village girl, the other a live-in son-in-law, what kind of nonsense is this?
“Until we meet again… cough, actually, I hope we never meet again,” the fierce Yan Luo said.
The fierce Yan Luo greatly admired Meng Qingzhou. As long as he killed the dogs of Sky State, they would be good friends. Unfortunately, they had no chance to drink and chat together.
“We, the dead, are fortunate to glimpse the world of the living once more and resolve our regrets. Thank you, young friend,” the Old Ancestor of the Pu family said with a look of sadness.
He thanked Meng Qingzhou for giving him this opportunity, but he was also saddened by the loss of a young talent from the Pu family.
Had it not been for Ji Wushuang leading him astray, he might have led the Pu family to regain its former glory.
“Young friend, I have a question. Has the Pu family truly been wiped out?” the Old Ancestor of the Pu family asked unwillingly before leaving.
Meng Qingzhou pondered for a moment and answered truthfully:
“No, the Pu family, with its millennia of heritage, has countless hidden cards left by past family heads. There is still a surviving branch.”
“Thank you,” the Old Ancestor of the Pu family nodded, finally relieved.
That was close. He almost lost his head and cut off the Pu family’s lineage with his own hands.
Fortunately, he did not become the Pu family’s sinner.
The ancient heroic spirits, with no more regrets, stepped into the mottled light and shadow, returning to the river of history…
Suddenly, a howl that was neither wolf nor dog echoed, a mournful sound, as if bidding farewell.
“Awoo…”
The Taichu Emperor glanced back with a smile and murmured, “Stupid dog, your howl is still as awful as ever.”
From a distance, Dongfang Liuli bowed and transmitted her voice:
“Farewell, Old Ancestor.”
The Taichu Emperor waved his hand without looking back and replied, “No need to see me off. It’s more important to continue the Qin family’s lineage than the illusory path of cultivation or the empty fame of unifying the world. When the time comes, bring your offspring to the ancestral hall and light a stick of incense for me. I can then rest in peace.”
The mottled light and shadow contracted, slowly returning to nothingness.
The world fell silent once more…
Dongfang Liuli’s pretty face suddenly blushed, her solemn expression breaking. She felt a strong, jealous gaze and turned to see Sister Qiong pouting, staring at her with resentment.
“Your Qin family Old Ancestor must be blind. Can’t he see that I am the rightful…” Sister Qiong said jealously.
“Hmph,” Dongfang Liuli chuckled, too lazy to respond.
Sister Qiong crossed her arms, a bit regretful, and said, “It seems I didn’t need to intervene. Master easily dealt with Pu Lingzi. How could he be so weak?”
Mentioning Pu Lingzi, Su Qingqiu fell into deep thought, her eyes confused, and she asked:
“Did Pu Lingzi believe the Emperor’s words before he died, or not? He seemed so conflicted.”
Wu Die said calmly:
“If he didn’t believe, how could he face death so calmly? He just didn’t want to face the harsh reality. The only pillar of his faith was the one who manipulated and ruined his life.”
“Living on would be disgraceful, and he had no support or courage to continue. The white moonlight that shone on his life collapsed, leaving him a victim in the ruins. He couldn’t even seek revenge. Only death could free him.”
Su Qingqiu was astonished and said, “You really understand Pu Lingzi.”
“Your emotional intelligence is just too low. What kind of aloof Sword Immortal? You’re just an adorable and silly girl,” Wu Die pouted.
Hearing this, Su Qingqiu immediately got angry and started tickling Wu Die.
The two girls’ playful fight did not affect the tension between Dongfang Liuli and Sister Qiong.
“Master’s Sword Sense seems to have undergone a tremendous change, as if it has transformed,” Sister Qiong frowned.
It was truly incredible. In just one month, Meng Qingzhou had repeatedly defied expectations.
If today’s Meng Qingzhou had the same strength as during the birthday banquet battle with the Seven Supreme Beings half a month ago, he would have been crushed by Pu Lingzi with a single finger.
“Emperor Grade Sword Sense of Time and Space is far more terrifying than ordinary Sword Sense. It is the only one of its kind throughout history, never before and never again,” Dongfang Liuli said solemnly.
Indeed, if not for the Empress and others knowing Meng Qingzhou’s identity in advance, knowing he was the Space-Time Sword Saint, they would never have recognized that the mottled light and shadow summoning ancient sages was actually the Sword Sense of Time and Space!
It was hard to even imagine!
Not to mention others, the entire Imperial Capital was now in an uproar.
The name of Emperor Meng Qingzhou echoed throughout the Imperial Capital, spreading like an uncontrollable virus to every corner of the Great Jin Dynasty.
The title of the Three-Disability Emperor had been fermenting for over a month, and with the sudden emergence of the Space-Time Sword Saint, many were dissatisfied, believing the Emperor was unworthy of his position.
Now, the Emperor had severed the life and death of a peak Morning Glow Realm Great Being with a single finger and summoned ancient sages, proving his immense power!
“The Emperor hid his strength so deeply,” some influential figures from surrounding forces, upon hearing the news, sat up in shock, deeply shaken.
Countless cultivators, including some ancient beings, emerged to discuss:
“What a Meng Qingzhou, what a Great Jin Dynasty! How much more are they hiding? Even the visitors from Sky State couldn’t end Great Jin’s path to unification.”
“If not for the life-and-death crisis of Great Jin, the Emperor probably wouldn’t have acted. He hid too deeply!”
“The Emperor truly has a deep mind, bearing countless insults without explanation, worthy of the title of Emperor!”
For a time, the Emperor’s reputation underwent a dramatic reversal.
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