The Blade-Wielding Legend

Heavenly Court?

Li Yan’s pupils suddenly contracted, his heart trembled with shock, and his expression became extremely grave in an instant.

The scene before his eyes was indeed magnificent and majestic, far beyond the imagination of mortals, but he was not entirely ignorant of the Daluo Law Realm.

This dimension between reality and illusion is a projection of human collective consciousness and cultural strata, free from the restraints of earthly physical rules. The Heavenly Gate before him, impossible for human hands to build, is less of a tangible entity and more a symbolic manifestation of some kind of rule, some sort of supreme authority.

After the shock came even deeper doubts.

He looked down at his currently illusory "body," where the patterns of the Heavenly Official Order were imprinted on his "palm," emitting a faint silver light.

Since he inadvertently acquired this "Heavenly Official Order," this was the first time it actively pulled him into such a "high-level" region.

Especially at this critical juncture!

The ritual of Yu Chanzi is at its most crucial point, the Goryeo battlefield is in imminent danger, the conspiracy of Zhao Changsheng and Jianmu has yet to be crushed...

Why does the Heavenly Court summon at this moment? Is it a blessing or a curse?

Countless thoughts flashed like fire stones, but Li Yan knew well that this was no place to linger.

He forcefully suppressed his turbulent emotions and no longer gazed at the suffocating Heavenly Gate, directing his eyes toward the depths of the more expansive sea of clouds behind it.

There, the layered silhouettes of ancient Chinese architecture could be dimly glimpsed.

The flying eaves and architraves, the carved beams and painted rafters, appeared and disappeared in the pervasive fog.

Each structure was vast as a mountain, as if meant for the habitation of legendary giants.

He attempted to focus his mind and look closely, but the fog seemed to roil with life, obscuring the details of these edifices, leaving only grand yet blurry outlines, adding an air of mystery and oppression.

He took a deep breath, hesitated no more, and followed the faint guiding sensation in his heart, "walking" into the depths of the fog.

Below his feet, the clouds automatically consolidated into a path, with each step feeling as though space was subtly folding and transforming.

It was not desolate around him; occasionally, streaks of light flashed by.

Upon closer inspection, these were figures clad in ancient robes or armored with weapons.

Some rode the clouds, others wielded the wind, swiftly traversing through the sea of clouds.

They all appeared hurried, their faces indistinct, with no interaction between them, not even eye contact, the entire space imbued with an indescribable tension, urgency, and... deathly silence.

Strangely enough, these hastening figures completely ignored Li Yan’s existence, as if he was nothing more than an insignificant breeze.

Li Yan’s heart sank.

This was by no means a usual sight of the Heavenly Court!

He tried to remember his way back, but after just a few steps, the surrounding scenery had entirely changed its outlook.

Gone were the massive palaces he passed by earlier, replaced by an immense white jade bridge spanning the sea of clouds, seemingly endless, or the corner of a towering hall flowing with starlight, suspended in mid-air.

The path he came by had long vanished amidst layers of mist and spatial transformations.

Yet, Li Yan did not panic.

He could distinctly feel a force, subtly guiding him forward through the patterns of the Heavenly Official Order on his palm.

This seemed more like a "conveyance" or "summons," rather than an invitation.

He knew not how long he had "walked," when suddenly, the thick fog parted slightly on both sides, and his vision cleared.

Though the distance remained obscured, the scene within a hundred meters became clear.

He stood at the edge of an enormous plaza that sent shivers down his spine.

Beneath his feet was a floor paved with ancient cyan giant stones, each stone seven to eight meters wide, inscribed with old talismans that had long blurred, yet faintly emitted a lightning pattern.

At the end of the plaza stood a magnificent hall.

The base of the hall towered high, with massive entwining dragon stone pillars supporting a roof that seemed to obscure the sky.

The flying eaves were like swords, piercing the firmament.

The doors were tightly shut, and merely gazing upon them, it felt as if one could hear deafening thunder.

Most terrifying was the sky above the grand hall.

It was not ordinary daylight but thick, ink-like clouds!

The clouds were so heavy, they seemed to threaten to crush the entire hall, with enormous silver electric snakes intertwining, colliding, and exploding within!

The relentless "boom! crack!" of thunder echoed without end.

The fierce lightning cast the entire region into alternating darkness and light.

Thunder Department!

Li Yan’s heart quickened, instantly identifying the ownership of this place.

His connection with the Thunder Department ran deep.

In the Wudang Thunder Fire Divine Hall, his Daluo Divine Power "Soul Hook" had unexpectedly sensed a wisp of power escaping from the Thunder Department, and after the baptism of Thunder Fire, transformed into the more potent "Soul-hooking Thunder Rope."

The Secret Technique "Thunder God Transformation" that he later practiced, and the "Heavenly Official Order" that led him here now, were all closely tied to this Thunder Department, which commands the power of the world’s punitive calamities.

He instinctively tensed his nerves, waiting for possible guidance or inquiry.

However, as time passed.

Aside from the terrifying, unending thunder above, the entire plaza and even the magnificent hall were deathly silent.

It was as if, in this world ravaged by thunders, he was the sole "living thing."

This abnormal silence only heightened Li Yan’s vigilance to the extreme.

"Boom——!!!"

Suddenly, the rolling black clouds above seemed to be fiercely stirred by an invisible giant hand, the thunder becoming incredibly rapid and violent!

Several bolts of lightning as thick as water barrels, imbued with awe-inspiring divine power and a destructive aura, unexpectedly struck down from the clouds!

Their target was none other than Li Yan, standing alone in the plaza!

Too fast!

So fast it surpassed the limits of thought!

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