The once bustling and prosperous mortal Capital City instantly fell into silent worship of the Immortals and deities.
Chen Sheng stood high in the air, casting a gentle glance downward.
Below, the cities, streets, and all the common folk appeared as insignificant as ants under his gaze.
His eyes penetrated countless buildings, locking onto that towering Imperial Palace at the very heart of the Capital City!
The vermilion high walls stood tall, the Glazed Tiles reflecting sunlight with brilliance, the palaces stretched on endlessly with overwhelming grandeur, fully displaying the majesty of the human emperor.
But beneath the Imperial Palace, a layer of white aura faintly flowed, as a chilling mist silently spread.
Chen Sheng’s expression shifted slightly, his fingers gently pinching, seeing through the mysteries beneath the aura.
It was a grand and mysterious Array.
Array Patterns crisscrossed, buried deep beneath the Earth Veins, where strands of chilling air intertwined with Earth Sha and Taiyin Qi... serving multiple purposes, eerie and domineering.
He understood in his heart.
This Array was laid by none other than Gu Youming.
Its core purpose was to transform the Gu Clan People, refining them into the Blood Race, maintaining the clan with the power of their bloodline.
And the intricate and mysterious nature of this Array had already far surpassed the limits of the [Celestial Master System].
It was evident that Gu Youming did not stick to Ancient Techniques but innovated upon the original Array Base, integrating Secret Techniques to form a unique line.
"Taiyin Refining Form, truly marvelous!"
Chen Sheng nodded gently, his form moved slightly as the five energies around him circulated more smoothly.
With no wind, he moved with the wind, slowly descending towards the supreme human Imperial Palace.
His posture ethereal, not fast, yet carrying an unstoppable, unmatched momentum.
Wherever he passed, the clouds dispersed, and glowing light accompanied him.
The people below, upon seeing this, grew increasingly excited:
"The Immortals move! Heading towards the Imperial Palace!"
"Could it be that our great Li Country is to receive divine grace from the heavens?"
"Quick, kneel and pray for the protection of our Li Country by the Immortals, for peace and prosperity!"
More and more people prostrated themselves on the ground, their eyes fixed on that glowing figure, reverence and fanaticism growing more intense.
...
Inside the Imperial Palace, however, there was a different scene of deathly silence.
On the palace square, five thousand soldiers in Profound Iron Armor, armed with sharp weapons, stood arrayed like a forest, with postures as straight as spears.
The armor reflected the sun, the cold light piercing, densely surrounding the square tightly.
The air was thick with a killing intent that could not dissipate.
The soldiers all had grave expressions, sharp eyes, gripping their weapons tightly, bodies tense, ready to fight to the death at any moment.
Yet deep in their eyes, they concealed an irrepressible fear and unease.
At the center of the square.
The Emperor of Li Country, donned in imperial robes, his waist girded with a jade belt, crowned with a celestial headpiece, embodying the dignity of a human emperor.
But his face was ashen, eyes filled with exhaustion and restless anxiety, his hand tightly clutching the Heirloom Seal of the Realm, trembling slightly.
"Why has he not arrived yet!"
His eyes frequently glanced toward the horizon, showing impatience, fear, and turmoil, all laid bare.
Even though heavily guarded by five thousand elite soldiers, he felt no sense of security, only feeling as if he were in an icy abyss, utterly cold.
He knew better than anyone.
Though these soldiers were the elite of Li Country, among them commanders, even Grandmasters of Martial Arts, battle-hardened, capable of dominating the world in the mundane realm.
But today, they faced the being known as Chen Saint, the Celestial King incarnate, the Supreme Daoist Lord’s descent, who, if not a god, at least wielded astounding Divine Techniques.
His mind involuntarily conjured images of those ancestors beneath the Imperial Palace.
Those ancient ancestors of the Gu Clan, immortal and ageless, all possessing Divine Techniques, any one of whom could easily crush these five thousand soldiers.
They were the Stabilizing Needle of the Gu Clan!
However, now, all had fallen!
The dying words of the Taizong Emperor still echoed in his ears:
"The Gu Clan, if it flourishes together, it perishes together. If the progenitor lives, the clan thrives; if the progenitor falls, the clan perishes."
"If the Supreme Daoist descends... let them descend."
The progenitor Gu Youming was dead, numerous ancestors of the Blood Race all perished, turned to ash!
The Gu Clan had only these mortal descendants left.
Perhaps there were a few Martial Arts Grandmasters, but they were of little consequence.
In the face of beings akin to Immortals, any resistance was futile, merely leading to the complete annihilation of the Gu Clan.
Rather than fighting to the death, it was better to surrender willingly.
Perhaps, it could leave a shred of lineage, a sliver of hope for the Gu Clan.
The Emperor stood in the center of the square, holding the Seal, waiting with humble patience.
Each minute, each second was an ordeal.
His eyes were fixed intently on the sky, heart filled with hope and fear, hoping for leniency, fearing extinction by a single word.
Soon after.
Above the heavens, multicolored glowing Qi suddenly grew dense.
A mysterious figure slowly descended from the Nine Heavens.
It was Chen Sheng.
Five energies encircled him, glowing light erupted, with a single step, he stood in the center of the palace square.
That vast oppressive power swept over the entire Imperial City like a tidal wave.
The five thousand soldiers froze in their tracks, weapons nearly slipping from their hands, faces pale, breaths rapid, lacking even the courage to look up, trembling uncontrollably.
The Emperor felt a stifling pressure bearing down, knees buckling, nearly collapsing.
He hurriedly steadied himself, showing utmost reverence.
With a long sigh in his heart.
The Gu Clan’s two-century-long imperial legacy was to fall by his hand.
...
Chen Sheng slowly stood firm.
His posture upright, expression indifferent, the five-colored Spiritual Qi gradually receded, yet that intimidating presence remained pervasive.
His gaze swept calmly over the soldiers and the emperor without uttering a word.
But the entire square instantly fell into a deathly silence.
The Emperor quickly stepped forward several steps, holding the Heirloom Seal high with both hands, bowing to the ground:
"Emperor of Li Country’s Gu Clan, pays respects to the Supreme Celestial King! Your humble servant... wishes to lead all of Li Country, the entire nation, to surrender, and pledge allegiance to the Daoist Sect!"
"I only ask for leniency, leaving a trace of lineage for my Gu Clan... Your servant is immensely grateful!"
As the words fell.
He fell heavily to his knees, raising the Seal high above his head, his forehead touching the ground, in the humblest of postures.
The five thousand soldiers, seeing this, uniformly laid down their weapons, kneeling on one knee, collectively shouting:
"We wish to surrender to the Celestial King!"
Chen Sheng looked down at him, his gaze calm and without emotion, neither joy nor anger.
After a moment of silence, he finally spoke slowly, his tone indifferent:
"In consideration of old comrade Gu, this seat grants your request."
With a simple sentence.
The Emperor seemed to receive a great pardon, relaxing wholly, tears bursting out as he kowtowed heavily, crying with gratitude:
"Thank you, Celestial King! Thank you, Celestial King!"
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