Xianyang City.
A spiritual boat flew from far away, with a huge rainbow light, which was particularly spectacular and powerful.
Before flying into Xianyang City, the spirit boat suddenly stopped, and hundreds of figures flashed out of it.
Powerful aura fluctuations emanated from each figure.
These hundreds of figures are actually powerful monks!
At the front is a middle-aged female crown with a pretty face, a well-proportioned figure, and an extraordinary temperament.
The master of Shuiyue Temple.
Behind her stood an extraordinarily handsome young man.
Lu Qingshan.
"Master, I can't help you repair the teleportation array. I want to go to Chang'an City first to see the situation." Lu Qingshan said in a low voice.
Upon hearing this, the head of Shuiyue Temple frowned and said, "I was originally planning to go to Chang'an City alone to investigate the situation. Since you also want to go, then come with me."
The master of Shuiyue Temple also doesn't understand the magic circle.
Immediately, she sent a message to a middle-aged monk beside her, "Nalan, I'll leave this place to you."
"Don't worry, Master Shuiyue Temple." The middle-aged monk called Nalan assured.
The head of Shuiyue Temple nodded, then jumped onto the spirit boat again and said to Lu Qingshan, "Come up."
She felt that it might be extremely dangerous to go to Chang'an at this time. If another cultivator in the sixth realm wanted to go, she would definitely not agree.
But for some reason, if the person who made this request was Lu Qingshan, she actually did not refuse.
Lu Qingshan quickly boarded the spirit boat.
The next moment, the spirit boat started again and fled towards Chang'an City at an extremely fast speed.
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Zhongtian Region, Yuzhou.
The clear green light, as bright as water, shuttled through the clouds, passed through the mountains and rivers, and finally swept into Yulong, the capital of Yuzhou.
Yulong City is extremely majestic, with towering city walls, continuous formations, and a structure as solid as rock.
There was a Jade Dragon Guard monk on duty on the city wall. He suddenly saw a ray of sword light. Before he could react, the sword light arrived in an instant, fell into the city like a meteor, and disappeared.
Half a quarter of an hour later, they learned the news that it was the Sword Sect's Qingyun Sword Immortal who came in person and used the Yulong City teleportation array.
The Jade Dragon Guard monks looked at each other in disbelief. Did they really just see the sword god?
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Chang'an City.
Facing Xia Zhao's questioning, Xia Qing grinned and didn't seem angry.
He looked at this extremely beautiful woman with strange eyes, and said with a sigh: "She has carried the luck of Great Xia for ten thousand years, but her cultivation has only stopped at the stage of overcoming tribulations. It is really a waste of heaven's gift."
As he spoke, Prince Qing took a step above the sky, crossing the empty space. It was clearly just a casual step, but it seemed as if he had folded the space and traveled a very long distance.
So close yet so far away.
This is one of the top martial arts skills for physical cultivators.
After three steps, Xia Qing's figure was already hanging high above the palace.
"If you hadn't taken this position, I wouldn't have wanted to offend you," he said softly, his voice gloomy, "After all, I still have some respect for the Chang'an Sword Immortal."
After being promoted to Half-Ancestor, his martial arts came to an end.
At the end of the martial arts path, there is a gate of heaven, like a roadblock.
If he wants to improve again and reach the ancestral realm, he must open the Heavenly Gate and enter so that he can continue on the path of martial arts.
But it is not so easy to achieve the ancestral realm, as there is a great terror in the Heavenly Gate.
Once the gate of heaven is opened, one must endure the great terror within.
He had no confidence that he could withstand the power of Tianmen.
According to legend, there are only two paths that allow cultivators to achieve the ancestral realm.
One is to break the Tao with force and to prove the Tao with force.
The meaning is also very simple. Just as the name suggests, cultivate your own strength. When your own strength reaches infinity, you can rely on your own strength to open the sky gate and ascend to the ancestral realm.
This was also the path that Xia Daozu took back then.
Of course, just by hearing the name, you can tell what a difficult road this will be.
Among the powerful cultivators in the human realm, there have been rumors that the reason why Daozu Xia did not succeed in destroying the demon clan directly after Chengzu was that he stopped and never appeared in the world again. It was because it was too difficult to prove his Taoism with force, and he went wrong in the process.
——The power that Xia Daozu had accumulated through his practice in the past had not actually reached the level where he could prove his truth through force.
However, because the human realm was already in danger under the attack of the demons at that time, in order to quell the rebellion of the demons, Xia Daozu had no choice but to take the risk and force open the Heavenly Gate.
Although relying on his natural talent, Xia Zu finally survived the terror of Tianmen and was promoted to the ancestral realm.
But in the process, he also suffered extremely serious injuries and was unable to use too much power from his ancestral realm.
So after driving the demons back to the abyss and leaving behind many arrangements, Xia Zu went into seclusion to heal his wounds and did not go out for many years.
There is no smoke without fire. Judging from the current situation, this rumor is most likely true.
It is a path that is difficult for a figure like Xia Daozu to follow, so no matter how confident Prince Qing is, he has no interest in trying.
As for the second way to achieve the ancestral realm, it is called: the destiny of heaven!
Sword cultivators rely on the luck of heaven and earth to open the way, which is actually the so-called destiny.
Other cultivators can naturally also borrow the luck of heaven and earth, and thus call upon the power of heaven and earth to open the gate of heaven to help themselves.
However, compared to the luck required for a sword cultivator to open the way and become a sword immortal, the luck required for a cultivator to open the gate of heaven and ascend to the ancestral realm is even greater and is by no means something that can be achieved easily.
However, compared to proving the truth through force, Chengtian's destiny would undoubtedly be much simpler.
After all, there are traces of this path.
Moreover, for Prince Qing, he has already planned his own path to his ancestral realm.
He first achieved semi-ancestor status, and then forced Xia Zhao to abdicate to him, thus gaining the fortune of Great Xia.
Daxia has protected the human race for 20,000 years. This is a process of constantly gathering luck.
The accumulation of twenty thousand years has resulted in an incomparably huge amount of luck gathered on those in power in Daxia today.
It’s so huge that it’s unimaginable.
Xia Zhao, relying on her status as the Lord of Great Xia, became the woman with the most abundant luck in the entire human realm.
And ten thousand years ago, even if she had only shared a small part of her luck with Li Qiubai, it would have been enough to help Li Qiubai become a sword immortal.
Ten thousand years have passed, and Da Xia's fortune has undoubtedly reached several levels higher than before.
If he could obtain this luck, he would be just one step away from the ancestral realm.
Afterwards, he only needs to use his semi-ancestor cultivation and take advantage of the death of the Giant Spirit Tribe's Xuanzun, as well as his familiarity with the Giant Spirit Tribe's secret techniques, to pacify the Yanlan Pass demon tribe in one fell swoop. He will then be able to win the support of the people and gather some of the human race's luck.
Adding the two together, it is thought that it would be enough for him to inherit the destiny of heaven and break through the gates of heaven with his martial arts.
But the problem is that as a dynasty, Daxia can only obtain the complete fortune of Daxia if Xia Zhao voluntarily abdicates and passes the throne of Daxia to him in the form of inheritance.
If the throne is seized by force, just like the succession of dynasties in the secular world, the luck accumulated by the previous dynasty will be lost and return to heaven and earth.
Although he had the blood of the Great Xia royal family and his seizure of the throne could not be considered a change of dynasty, it was still an unorthodox achievement and the loss of his luck was inevitable.
Therefore, what Xia Qing wanted was for Xia Zhao to abdicate.
"Xia Zhao, do you know that before Xia Zu went into seclusion, he specially founded Da Xia. Everyone thought that he just wanted to use Da Xia to protect the human race..."
Xia Qing, who had been planning for ten thousand years and was now almost successful, looked at the Great Xia cultivators with different expressions and the calm Xia Zhao below, and laughed: "Actually, that's not the case. This is only part of his purpose."
"The more important reason why Xia Zu founded Da Xia is that after he proved his Dao with strength, he realized that the destiny of heaven was the only truly feasible path to the ancestral realm. Da Xia is the path to the ancestral realm that he left for us, the younger generations..."
"During these 20,000 years, Daxia has been just as Xia Zu expected, like a treasure bowl, constantly gathering the luck of the human race. The next step is to wait for a capable person to take over this luck and achieve the ancestral realm."
Prince Qing became more and more enthusiastic, his spirits soaring, "Among the royal family of Daxia, I am the only one who has achieved the status of a half-ancestor. Even among the human race today , I am the only half-ancestor."
"Who else in the human realm is stronger than me?"
"Xia Zhao, Xia Zhao, is there anyone more suitable than me to be the Great Xia Lord?"
"It's true that I am the Blood Slaughterer of Chang'an, but if I achieve the Ancestral Realm, I can save far more people than the people of Chang'an."
Xia Qing asked this question with every word spoken.
"The demon race is powerful. There are more than 2,400 demon lords alone, and tens of thousands of ninth-level demon cultivators. What about us humans? We humans don't even have as many ninth-level cultivators as their demon lords. If the human race doesn't have an ancestral realm, how can we fight the demon race?"
"Killing tens of millions of people and saving tens of millions of people, what's wrong with me?"
"What do you think?" Xia Qing cast his eyes towards the group of Great Xia monks and suddenly asked, "Is it wrong to kill one person to benefit the world ?"
silence.
A quiet discussion followed.
"It seems... that's right?" Finally, someone said cautiously and tentatively.
If the human race did not have an ancestral realm, and a war between the two races really broke out, the number of humans who would die would definitely be more than tens of millions.
This is not just a fantasy.
You should know that in the first war between the two races, the number of humans who died under the butcher knife of the demons even reached tens of millions.
After weighing these factors, it seems that...
When many Daxia monks were hesitant.
Xia Zhao sneered, indifferent and calm.
"If anyone wants to harm the world, you should punish him, instead of killing millions of innocent people and claiming that this is in exchange for world peace."
"If we have to kill our own people first before we can protect the human race, then we deserve to be exterminated." She spoke loudly, and every word was like a bell, striking people's hearts.
"Xia Qing, you don't deserve it... and you don't understand."
"Killing innocent people is against the principles of heaven. It is against the principles of heaven without knowing it, but you think it is natural and righteous. If you become the Lord of Daxia, I will worry about the world."
Xia Qing's face gradually darkened, as if someone had uncovered his veil. He smiled grimly and said, "Xia Zhao, are you really not afraid of death?"
"If you want to kill me, just kill me. Why are you nagging like a woman?" Xia Zhao said sarcastically without any fear.
Prince Qing held the Lu Zun Spear in his hand, his eyes blazing with divine fire, "Xia Zhao, do you really think I dare not kill you? Even if I kill you, I can still take the throne of the Great Xia Supreme. Although my luck will not be as good as that of the abdication, it is still better than nothing, isn't it?"
"Moreover," he looked around at the Daxia monks, a sinister look flashed in his eyes, and he said directly: "Xia Zhao, if you are willing to abdicate today, I will need you to serve me in the future, and all of you can live. If you are not willing, then all of you will die."
"I, Xia Qing, have never been a soft-hearted person."
The real purpose is revealed.
When persuasion and threat of death failed, Prince Qing used his last trick and kidnapped Xia Zhao for the benefit of everyone.
As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the Daxia monks in the palace became extremely interesting.
"Your Majesty... Prince Qing is right. We have already lost Chang'an, and it is irreversible. And whether Your Majesty abdicates or not, the throne of Great Xia will eventually fall into the hands of Prince Qing. Why should Your Majesty risk his life in vain?" said one of the very old monks.
Although he is old, he is in good spirits and his eyes are like golden lamps.
"Marquis Feng Xun, what do you mean? Are you afraid of death and want to abdicate the throne to such a beast?" Marquis Anxi of Chang'an Wei's eyes were red with anger, and he shouted at the old monk.
"This is not fear of death, but rational analysis. If Your Majesty insists on not abdicating, will there be any major change in the outcome of this matter?" Another Daxia cultivator in the eighth realm stood up, looking at him in a compelling manner and spoke calmly.
"You are obviously afraid of death! Prince Qing is a cold-blooded and heartless thief. How can you let Your Majesty abdicate the throne to this man?" Marquis Anxi of Chang'an Wei was furious.
In the crowd, people from both groups were discussing constantly.
"I am not afraid of death, but I want to die on the battlefield outside the domain, not here!" Soon, a new Daxia cultivator stood up and looked around the audience, "My fellow soldiers, are you willing to die here today?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the quarrels suddenly became less frequent and many people stopped talking.
This is a fact.
It is extremely difficult to cultivate to their level. Even if they die, they will die in a battle with the demons.
"Prince Qing is expected to complete what Daozu failed to accomplish. Those who accomplish great things do not care about small details!"
"Indeed..."
The wind direction has changed silently.
Prince Qing looked at this scene and sneered in his heart.
He had anticipated all of this.
This is the bad nature of human beings, and even monks are not immune to it.
"Xia Zhao, what do you say now?" Xia Qing tilted his head and said with a smile.
Everyone's eyes turned to Xia Zhao at this time.
Her next words will determine the life and death of everyone present.
"I wish to die with Your Majesty!" A hoarse voice sounded at this time.
Xia Qing turned around and looked.
Marquis of Pingfeng.
He raised his eyebrows and gently waved the spear in his hand.
The sky was filled with golden light, and the divine flames surged like a vast ocean, angrily striking the sky.
With a loud bang.
Under the cover of golden light, Pingfeng Hou's body exploded and turned into a ball of blood mist, and he died.
The eighth-level cultivators are nothing but ants in front of Xia Qing today.
"I'm talking to Xia Zhao, when is it other people's turn to interrupt?" Xia Qing's face was grim.
Seeing this, Xia Zhao just smiled miserably, closed his eyes and said, "Go ahead."
Chang'an has fallen, so she will fulfill her promise and return with Chang'an.
The gloom in Xia Qing's eyes grew thicker .
He never expected that Xia Zhao would be so persistent, so stubborn, and so stupid.
The gloom in his heart made him hang in the sky, and his face became more and more ferocious.
After a moment's silence, Xia Qing finally made up his mind and slowly raised the Lu Zun Spear in his hand.
"Xia Qing, do you dare?"
There were words coming along with a flash of sword light.
A ray of sword light, like a meteor cutting through the sky, like a white rainbow rising from the green duckweed, moving in the blue sky.
Even someone as powerful as Xia Qing felt his heart skip a beat when he heard the voice. He quickly thought about it, and a huge golden light shield rose from the ground of Chang'an City, blocking the sword light outside Chang'an.
It can be seen that the owner of this voice has a strong deterrent power.
The sword light dissipated, and the figure gradually became clear.
He was dressed in a green shirt, with no sword in his hand, but his sword intent was rising to the sky.
Xia Zhao, who had already closed his eyes and was ready to be killed, suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the figure outside Chang'an.
“You’re here…”
Outside Chang'an.
The green-shirted swordsman murmured softly, "I'm late."
The sword master of Chang'an, Li Qiubai.
After learning the news that Prince Qing had massacred people in Chang'an, he immediately returned to Chang'an.
Unfortunately, he was still a step too late. At this time, Prince Qing had already been promoted to Half-Ancestor.
But it's not too late after all, because... she is still alive.
In Chang'an, Xia Qing was extremely angry and looked at the blue-shirted swordsman, "Li Qiubai, no matter whether you are a real swordsman or a fake one, I will not be afraid of you at all!"