Emperor Zhao quickly arrived at the Wujidian deep within the Da Li Palace!
Inside the Wujidian, the Ancestor of Da Li, Zhao Tingsheng, was in deep cultivation, striving for further advancement.
A Martial Saint, though capable of ruling the mortal realm with immense power, only had a lifespan of five hundred years.
As his cultivation reached the Great Perfection of the Martial Saint realm, and with no further progress possible, his life was nearing its end.
Even a Martial Saint at Great Perfection would feel fear in the face of impending death.
The stronger one becomes, the more they fear death.
People always seek immortality, dreaming of eternal youth, unwilling to let go of their wealth and glory.
The Ancestor of the Da Li royal family was no different.
Facing the approaching five-hundred-year lifespan limit, Zhao Tingsheng continuously secluded himself in cultivation, hoping to advance further.
He dreamed of breaking through the barrier of life and death, ascending to the realm of Martial Emperor.
Once he ascended to the Martial Emperor realm, he could live for three thousand years, with unparalleled strength.
“Ancestor, your unworthy descendant Qingwu requests an audience!”
Outside the Wujidian, Emperor Zhao’s urgent voice rang out.
The Wujidian was off-limits to idle people within the palace. Only the Ancestor of the Da Li royal family and Emperor Zhao could approach.
Without urgent matters, neither the royal family Ancestor nor Emperor Zhao dared to disturb the Ancestor’s secluded cultivation.
Hearing the voice outside the hall, Zhao Tingsheng opened his eyes.
Despite his immense strength, the elderly Zhao Tingsheng, with his head full of white hair, could not hide the aged look in his eyes.
Emperor Zhao Qingwu anxiously waited outside the Wujidian for the Ancestor’s response.
Thinking of the Huns being annihilated and the possibility that the Shengwu King might already be a Martial Saint at Great Perfection, and with troops stationed at the border ready to invade Da Li at any moment, Zhao Qingwu felt restless and uneasy.
“Too fast!”
Zhao Qingwu felt that the Shengwu King of Great Wei had advanced his cultivation too quickly.
Last year, he had slain four Yang Spirits of the Kunlun Daoist Sect, becoming famous throughout the world. This year, he had already annihilated the Huns’ Martial Saint at Great Perfection.
How could this not make him feel terrified?
“Qingwu, what urgent matter brings you here in such haste?” Zhao Tingsheng’s eyes showed a hint of kindness.
With a wave of his hand, the doors of the Wujidian opened.
“Come in!”
Zhao Tingsheng’s aged voice echoed from within the Wujidian.
Seeing the doors open and receiving the Ancestor’s permission, Zhao Qingwu hurriedly entered the hall.
Upon entering, he saw the Ancestor sitting cross-legged in the main hall and immediately knelt down.
“Descendant pays respects to the Ancestor. May the Ancestor live forever!”
Zhao Tingsheng looked at this generation’s Emperor Zhao with some satisfaction in his eyes. Mid-stage Great Grandmaster cultivation.
It seemed that this generation’s Emperor Zhao had not indulged in pleasures and had not neglected his cultivation while governing the country.
“Rise. What urgent matter brings you to seek the Ancestor?” Zhao Tingsheng’s voice was very kind.
“Ancestor, Great Wei has produced a powerful Martial King, likely a Martial Saint at Great Perfection. The Huns have already been annihilated by this Martial King, who is now at our Da Li border.
Our seventy thousand troops were defeated by Great Wei. I fear Great Wei will invade Da Li. Your unworthy descendant can only request the Ancestor to come out of seclusion and resist this Great Wei Martial King.” Zhao Qingwu quickly explained the situation.
“Great Wei has produced another Martial King, a Martial Saint at Great Perfection, and has annihilated the Huns?” Zhao Tingsheng was visibly unsettled.
He knew about the Huns. In the depths of the Huns’ grasslands, the Shamanic Cult had a Martial Saint at Great Perfection.
If the Huns were annihilated, did that mean the old fellow from the Huns was also dead?
This was not good news.
A hundred years ago, to prevent that old fellow from Great Wei from breaking through to Martial Saint at Great Perfection, Da Li and Da Chu had joined forces to invade Great Wei, severely injuring the old fellow and cutting off his path to Great Perfection.
If not for Great Wei threatening to abandon the Demon Suppression Pass and let the demon clans from the Ten Thousand Mountains in, Great Wei would have been destroyed a hundred years ago.
Despite all precautions, they still couldn’t prevent Great Wei from producing a Martial Saint at Great Perfection.
“Who is this Martial Saint at Great Perfection?” Zhao Tingsheng couldn’t help but ask.
“It’s a young man named Oliver Sheng,” Zhao Qingwu replied.
“It seems I must come out of seclusion and make a trip!” Zhao Tingsheng had to go to the western border to stop Great Wei’s invasion.
If Great Wei were to invade, the centuries of peace in Da Li would be shattered.
This was something he absolutely did not want to see.
Zhao Tingsheng stood up: “I, the Ancestor, will go to the western border to stop that Martial Saint.”
Leaving the Wujidian, Zhao Tingsheng looked at the sun in the sky and then flew to the sky above the Capital City of Da Li.
This prosperous land belonged to the Zhao family, and future generations must defend it with their lives.
After taking one last look at the Capital City, Zhao Tingsheng flew towards the western border of Da Li.
After requesting the Ancestor, Zhao Qingwu urgently mobilized fifty thousand troops to the western border to resist the Great Wei army.
The news that seventy thousand troops had perished, with over fifty thousand dead, could not be hidden.
Soon, this news spread throughout Da Li.
“Seventy thousand troops couldn’t stop the Great Wei army? What are they doing?”
“Goodness, are the generals guarding the western border pigs?”
“Is Great Wei going to invade us?”
“When did our Da Li soldiers become so weak?”
The common people of Da Li were in an uproar, full of doubts.
When had the mighty Da Li ever been unable to defeat Great Wei?
A hundred years ago, Da Li had crushed Great Wei.
The aristocratic families and court officials in Da Li were more terrified upon hearing the news.
The Huns had been annihilated, Great Wei had produced a Martial Saint at Great Perfection, and they were preparing to invade Da Li.
And this Martial Saint at Great Perfection was the renowned Shengwu King, which was not good news.
Who didn’t know that even the Kunlun Daoist Sect avoided confronting the Shengwu King?
After leaving the Capital City, Zhao Tingsheng had only flown over one province when he was stopped by several figures.
“Ancestor Zhao, please stay!” Changyao spoke.
Zhao Tingsheng looked at the several Yang Spirits from the Kunlun Daoist Sect and frowned. Why were the people from the Kunlun Daoist Sect stopping him?
“Realms, why are you stopping me? If you don’t give me an explanation, I will ask you to test my fist intent.”
“Ancestor Zhao, please don’t be hasty. We know you are heading to the western border to stop the Shengwu King of Great Wei,” Changyao said.
“But if you go alone, you might not be a match for Oliver Sheng.”
Hearing this, Zhao Tingsheng’s face turned sour, and he snorted coldly.
“Hmph!”
The aura of a Martial Saint at Great Perfection pressed down on Changyao and the others, causing a suffocating feeling.
The aura of a Martial Saint at Great Perfection was no weaker than that of a Yang Spirit at Great Perfection.
Changyao and the others, being in the late stage of Yang Spirit, felt somewhat oppressed by Zhao Tingsheng’s aura.
“Ancestor Zhao, please don’t be angry. Hear me out,” Changyao said.
Zhao Tingsheng then retracted his aura and looked at Changyao, waiting for him to continue.
“According to the information we obtained, Oliver Sheng’s strength is extraordinary. Ordinary Martial Saints at Great Perfection might not be his match. The Huns’ Martial Saint at Great Perfection has already died at his hands.”
“I don’t think Ancestor Zhao is much stronger than the Huns’ Martial Saint at Great Perfection.”
Although Zhao Tingsheng was displeased by these words, he indeed wasn’t much stronger than the Huns’ Martial Saint at Great Perfection.
If what Changyao said was true, he might not be a match for Oliver Sheng.
After all, he was already old!
“Our Kunlun Daoist Sect has a deep grudge against this person and wishes to hunt him down. Therefore, we want to invite Ancestor Zhao to join us,” Changyao said.
Zhao Tingsheng replied, “As far as I know, your Kunlun Daoist Sect has three Yang Spirits at Great Perfection, and many other Yang Spirit experts. Can’t you kill a single Martial Saint at Great Perfection?”
“To be honest, Ancestor Zhao, our sect’s ancestor has divined that even with three Yang Spirits at Great Perfection, we can’t kill him. Otherwise, he wouldn’t still be alive!” Changyao said, with a tone of helplessness and great hatred.
Zhao Tingsheng was stunned. Three Yang Spirits at Great Perfection couldn’t kill him?
Although he had doubts, the Kunlun Daoist Sect was the second greatest Daoist sect in the world. For them to speak so frankly, it must be true.
“How does your sect plan to deal with him?” Zhao Tingsheng asked.
“Ancestor Zhao, you must be familiar with Gongyang Mountain,” Changyao replied.
Zhao Tingsheng nodded. It was a perilous place that had appeared over two thousand years ago within Da Li. Deep within the mountain range was a natural killing array.
Even Martial Saints dared not enter lightly.
“Our sect will send three ancestors, each carrying an Ascending to Immortality Dao Tool, to set up the killing array. As long as we lure him into the array, we can activate it with the three Ascending to Immortality Dao Tools and surely kill him,” Changyao explained the plan.
They were not worried about Zhao Tingsheng disagreeing.
Hunting down Oliver Sheng was their common goal.
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