“How is this possible!”
The envoy from the Empire on Which the Sun Never Sets fell to his knees with a thud, his eyes vacant as he stared blankly at the sky. A foul-smelling yellowish-white liquid seeped from his crotch.
“Pathetic dog relying on others’ power, pfft! Once the Empress’ Husband finishes his tribulation and deals with the Yin-Yang Elder, it’ll be time to settle accounts with your empire,” Su Qingqiu spat out her pink tongue in contempt and said disdainfully.
The envoy hugged his arms, trembling, his lips pale as he muttered incoherently like a madman:
“Your Majesty, you were foolish to trust the Ji family’s young master. After all, he only projected half of his divine soul into a dead body, how much strength could he possibly exert? If he loses, the second young master of the Ji family can leave anytime, and even if he can’t, it won’t be a big loss for them. But it’s different for us…”
Su Qingqiu snorted disdainfully.
She recalled the envoy’s first arrival at the Imperial Capital, his arrogant demeanor, looking down on others as if he could poke a hole in the sky with his chin.
Now, seeing Meng Qingzhou in action, he was scared out of his wits. How ironic.
Just a spineless envoy, no wonder the Empire on Which the Sun Never Sets could never develop; it was full of opportunistic cowards.
Dongfang Liuli pursed her lips, saying nothing.
Her feelings were complicated. On one hand, she was worried about Meng Qingzhou’s condition, anxious and wishing she could share his burden. On the other hand, she was amazed at his current strength, which was almost catching up to hers.
If this continued, the responsibility of reviving the Great Jin Dynasty would sooner or later be shifted from the Empress’ shoulders to Meng Qingzhou’s, driven by the people and court officials.
“A salt fish doesn’t like worrying about the nation or the world. If that day truly comes, he will undoubtedly discover the truth. When that happens… how should I handle myself?”
“How will the salt fish view me…”
The Empress’ eyes suddenly became resolute, her fingers slowly reaching towards the crescent-shaped mark on her forehead.
Given the current situation, there was only one path to take.
Unseal it! Let the Great Emperor-grade divine soul talent return, break through to the half-step Heaven Supporting Realm! Restore the people’s confidence in the Empress of the Great Jin Dynasty!
As her fingers fell, the crescent mark on her forehead disappeared.
A wave of unsettling divine soul energy began to spread.
“Indeed! My body can’t withstand the intensity of the divine soul, and the flame of life is on the verge of extinguishing, but the progress is significant. In at most half a month, I will break through to the late Morning Glow Realm, and in a month, I can reach the half-step Heaven Supporting Realm!”
“In three months, I will break through to the Heaven Supporting Realm!”
Dongfang Liuli groaned, a streak of shocking blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, but she smiled happily despite the blood.
The salt fish’s rapid progress must have come with unspeakable pressure. She had unparalleled talent but dared not use it, how foolish.
Rewards and risks are proportional; to gain something, one must pay an equivalent price.
Betting with one’s life, racing against time, winning means a new life, losing means death and the end of the path.
“I don’t want to see you fighting alone anymore. I can also be your support, even your reliance.”
“No…”
“Rather, Meng Qingzhou, you can only rely on me for the rest of your life.”
Dongfang Liuli regained her former domineering aura, her phoenix eyes sharp and full of heroic spirit.
If she couldn’t break through to the Heaven Supporting Realm within three months, her divine soul would collapse, and her body would be shattered…
But she was full of confidence, just like Meng Qingzhou facing the ancient gods and demons and the sky full of thunder without fear.
“Madman, I like it,” Sister Qiong glanced at her, licking her red lips with a smile.
The Sunlight Lord, lying at the door pretending to sleep, was actually scared out of his wits, trembling with fear and silently lamenting:
“What are these people doing! What are they doing!”
“One by one, they’ve all gone mad! Qin Fenghuo is in seclusion, Jiang Canghai is leading an army to attack the Western Buddhist Kingdom, Meng Qingzhou is fighting ancient gods and demons, and the Empress is starting a life-and-death countdown!”
The Sunlight Lord thought to himself, “Among the five pillars of the Great Jin Dynasty, only I, a normal dog, remain. Will there come a day when I too am assimilated by them?”
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Meanwhile.
Outside the Imperial Capital, the fierce battle continued. After Meng Qingzhou delivered that sword strike, eight young gods remained. Although they were merely projections of the Heavenly Tribulation and not the true young gods, their oppressive power was still formidable, not to mention the constant interference of the Heavenly Tribulation’s thunder.
Among them, the young god wielding the Nine-Word Mantra was the most terrifying and powerful, almost invincible.
With the Nine-Word Mantra, invincibility was inevitable.
Even though Meng Qingzhou exhausted all his efforts, he couldn’t inflict effective damage on him.
“Monster!” Meng Qingzhou coughed up blood, his upper garment torn, revealing his chiseled muscles. His black hair was completely disheveled, and the blade of his imperial treasure sword ‘Cicada Song’ was chipped and scarred.
Suddenly.
Meng Qingzhou’s expression stiffened, and he turned abruptly, bewildered and shocked.
“Liuli!?”
Just a moment ago, he sensed Dongfang Liuli’s life force plummet to freezing point and continue to dim.
This was a precaution he had set up early on when facing Pu Lingzi, to prevent anyone from harming Dongfang Liuli while he was unprepared.
“Yin-Yang Elder!!”
Meng Qingzhou’s rage flared, the usually gentle and refined man now roaring in fury.
Unable to use his divine sense, he instinctively assumed that the Yin-Yang Elder had harmed Dongfang Liuli, and anger surged from his heart, turning into a murderous intent.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, silently healing, the Yin-Yang Elder looked up in confusion.
What’s going on?
He was waiting for Meng Qingzhou to fall so he could collect his body and report back to the young master.
Why was Meng Qingzhou shouting his name before the tribulation was over?
“I warned you repeatedly not to touch my family. Since you didn’t listen, go to hell!”
Meng Qingzhou had no more reservations, expanding his Sword Sense domain and locking onto the Yin-Yang Elder with the Sword Sense of Time and Space.
“Space. Traverse!”
Meng Qingzhou reached out across the air, compressing and folding the distance of several thousand meters between them.
To outsiders, it seemed as if Meng Qingzhou, carrying the vast ocean of tribulation and several young gods, instantly appeared before the Yin-Yang Elder.
The Yin-Yang Elder’s face twitched, and he tried to flee in panic.
“Time and Space. Loop!” Meng Qingzhou’s face was cold, his killing intent overwhelming.
A tributary of the long river of time and space encircled the Yin-Yang Elder, its ends connected, trapping him within.
The Yin-Yang Elder’s vision darkened, on the verge of passing out, but he forced his eyes open, shouting in frustration:
“Meng Qingzhou! Are you seeking death and dragging me along with you!”
“I have always adhered to martial ethics and never interfered. How can you be so unruly!”
Feeling the terrifying pressure of the Heavenly Dao and the thunder of the tribulation locking onto him, the Yin-Yang Elder broke out in a cold sweat, his face pale with fear.
Damn it, at my age, I’m still facing a tribulation, and it’s the supreme pro Max version—the Nine Layers of Divine Tribulation.
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