Immortal Travel of Longevity

Demonic Qi surged, pouring outward in a torrential wave.

In an instant, Yan Nantian's gaze went vacant. The corrupting influence of the demonic Qi eroded his mind and sank into his soul.

The demonic cultivator looked away, dismissing Yan Nantian entirely.

He snatched the Imperial Seal with one hand and turned to leave.

Just then,

“Audacious demon! How dare you steal the Imperial Seal?!”

The demonic cultivator glanced back to see a Paper Effigy lunging toward him, sword in hand.

Startled, the demonic cultivator flipped backward to dodge. The flashing blade struck the stone floor instead, carving a deep trench into the slab in a shower of sparks.

The demonic cultivator raised a hand and tapped the center of his brow.

As his words fell, the demonic Qi around his body flared wildly. In an instant, the dark energy poured into his Long Saber.

He swept the saber forward!

The Paper Effigy tried to dodge, but the blindingly fast saber light cleaved off one of its arms.

“Slash...”

As the severed paper arm fell away, demonic Qi flooded the effigy's body.

“Burn!” the demonic cultivator snapped.

The demonic Qi swirling around the Paper Effigy ignited instantly, shattering the protective veil of Magical Power surrounding it.

In the blink of an eye, the Paper Effigy was reduced to ashes.

Just as the flames flared, a figure strode into view.

He snatched the falling Dharma Sword out of the air.

With a cold snort, Daoist Sanyuan charged forward, blade in hand.

“Supreme Ascension, Thunder Art manifest! Magic, come! Lightning, strike!”

His Daoist robes fluttered wildly as he swung the long sword, calling down a blast of the Thunder Art.

The demonic cultivator retreated several steps. Seeing the lightning bearing down on him, he raised his Long Saber and dragged the blade across his palm, letting his blood spill.

A blood sacrifice.

His demonic Qi surged, bursting forth as he swung the saber.

The Thunder Art was instantly annihilated.

Yet, the demonic cultivator's heart suddenly skipped a beat. A strong sense of foreboding washed over him.

He looked up and saw that the great barrier obscuring the sky was on the verge of dissipating. Panic seized him.

I can't stay here...

But the Daoist was already upon him.

“Die!”

The Dharma Sword thrust straight for his throat.

The demonic cultivator flinched and twisted sideways, narrowly dodging the blow as he gasped for breath.

As Daoist Sanyuan spun around, his eyes met the demonic cultivator's.

A wicked light suddenly flared in the demonic cultivator's eyes.

An ocular art?

Startled, the Daoist immediately chanted a mind-clearing incantation.

Realizing his trick had failed, the demonic cultivator turned and sprinted toward the palace exits.

He wasn't afraid of this Daoist, but he was terrified of the Heavenly Dao.

Once the barrier fully dissipated, his overwhelming demonic Qi would be completely exposed to the Heavenly Dao. When the heavenly thunder rolled down, he would have nowhere to hide.

“Warriors, heed my summons!”

Five Paper Effigies flew out from Daoist Sanyuan's sleeves, corresponding to the Five Elements. They immediately blocked the demonic cultivator's escape path.

The demonic cultivator halted, gripping the saber at his side.

He slashed at them.

But these Paper Effigies were far more powerful than he had anticipated.

The warriors threw heavy punches. Empowered by the Golden Light Incantation, their radiant auras left his demonic Qi nowhere to hide.

In an instant, the demonic cultivator found himself trapped, unable to advance or retreat.

Daoist Sanyuan closed the distance, demanding coldly, “Hand over the Imperial Seal!”

The demonic cultivator's expression darkened as his mind raced.

He let out a cold sneer and pulled the Imperial Seal from his robes.

“You want the Imperial Seal?”

The demonic cultivator shot him a glance and hurled the Imperial Seal far into the distance.

Panic flashed across Daoist Sanyuan's face. He lunged forward, snatching the Imperial Seal just before it struck the ground.

By the time he recovered his focus, the formation of the Five Elements warriors had been breached.

The demonic cultivator leaped into the air, transforming into a black eagle to make his escape.

Daoist Sanyuan instinctively prepared to give chase.

But he suddenly halted and looked back.

He saw that the Human Sovereign was still standing there vacant-eyed, while Wang Yingying lay unconscious.

Seeing this, Daoist Sanyuan didn't dare leave them unattended, afraid this was merely a ruse to lure him away.

The Imperial Seal was important, but so was the Human Sovereign. He couldn't risk any mishaps.

At that very moment, the great curtain fell away.

Heaven and earth unleashed their wrath.

In the skies directly above Shangjing City, violent winds and torrential rain swept in, accompanied by the endless, deafening roar of thunder.

“Rumble!!”

Daoist Sanyuan stared in shock. As the rain lashed against his face, the booming thunder caused his heart to tremble uncontrollably.

“Heaven's wrath...”

Clutching the Imperial Seal, Daoist Sanyuan was overwhelmed with worry.

But the outcome was already sealed.

The heavens unleashed a great flood.

For several days, the Mortal World was plunged into relentless turmoil.

The Tongtian River overflowed with floodwaters, and no one dared try to stop it.

This was the will of Heaven. Even Mo Yuan merely watched calmly, making no move to interfere.

As the Goddess of the Celestial River, Ying En was also quite helpless. In recent days, worshippers had crammed into her temples to pray for the floods to recede. They kowtowed and begged, but their efforts were ultimately in vain.

“The Human Sovereign committed such a taboo. This chaos is a heavenly punishment...”

Ying En let out a long sigh, forced to watch it all unfold in helplessness.

Yet, she couldn't help but feel it was unfair.

The Human Sovereign was clearly the one who had committed the error. Why was the heavenly punishment falling upon the common people?

Along both banks of the Tongtian River, countless innocent commoners had their families ruined by the flood. The torrential rain never ceased, and the water level continued to rise, submerging surrounding homes and swallowing everything in its path...

“Oh Heavens, please open your eyes and look! I beg you, I beg you, please let the rain stop!”

The commoners wept as they pleaded. Those collapsed houses represented half a lifetime of savings, and now, they were all destroyed in an instant.

How were they supposed to go on living?

Meanwhile, anomalies also plagued Shangjing City.

Snow began to fall in June. First, massive hailstones plummeted from the sky, shattering the roof tiles of homes. When the hail finally ceased, it was followed by night after night of heavy snow.

“Hail in June! Hail in June!!”

“This is a heavenly punishment, a heavenly punishment!”

In just a single night, the commoners of Shangjing City suffered countless casualties. Countless homes were destroyed in the hailstorm.

It had all happened so suddenly, and with the ensuing heavy snow, an unknown number of people were frostbitten or froze to death in the night.

“The emperor's lack of virtue has invoked the wrath of Heaven! Snow in June, floods on the Heavenly River—disaster has arrived!”

Rumors suddenly spread through the streets, and for a time, the emperor was condemned by countless voices.

When Yan Nantian awoke and listened to the series of reports presented to him, his vision suddenly went black, and his breathing grew ragged.

Feeling somewhat fatigued, he turned his gaze toward Priest Sanyuan at his side.

“Perfected One, what should I do...”

Upon hearing this, Daoist Sanyuan's expression froze. He was particularly baffled, unable to understand how Yan Nantian had the nerve to ask him that. This entire catastrophe had been triggered by the emperor's own actions, yet now he was asking him how to resolve it.

Daoist Sanyuan let out a long sigh and simply said, “Your Majesty, issue an edict of self-blame.”

Yan Nantian opened his mouth intending to argue, but on second thought, he realized that the disasters in the mortal world truly had been brought about by him.

Yet he was unwilling to admit it. If he truly issued an edict of self-blame, wouldn't that just validate the rumors among the commoners? He was not lacking in virtue or talent; he just couldn't reconcile himself to it.

For so many years, he had governed the nation with unwavering dedication, causing Great Jing to prosper and allowing the commoners to live and work in peace. Yet, because of a single heavy snowfall, a single unseasonal flurry, the people had completely forgotten who had given them such good lives.

Yan Nantian suddenly felt that all his years of arduous labor hadn't been worth it at all.

Not worth it at all.

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