702 is not like before.

Floating in the air, it tightly revolved around the eldest prince, forming a dark vortex that twisted and coiled, as if it wanted to devour him.

Black demonic energy materialized, as if a terrifyingly evil creature was about to unleash its fury. A chilling wind suddenly swept through the surroundings, and the temperature plummeted by three degrees.

At this moment, a wisp of dragon energy appeared, swirling in the air and emitting a golden light, as if a giant golden dragon was swimming around.

Within a three-foot radius around the Crown Prince, the wind and clouds surged in the blink of an eye, golden dragons circled, and demonic energy was ferocious. The two were like sworn enemies, glaring at each other. The moment they made a move, the earth darkened.

The golden dragon's face instantly became incredibly majestic, and its eyes seemed to shoot out blazing golden light, like two burning suns, burning away all demonic energy.

Golden light suddenly shot out, like a rain of pear blossoms or the first rays of dawn!

The light streaked across the sky like ten thousand meteors, and the earth's veins and fire surged forth, causing the space to tremble violently, as if countless cracks were spreading.

A shrill scream seemed to come from within the demonic energy, as if it were the scream of an evil spirit from the deepest hell. The demon was in agony, and its voice was filled with endless resentment and evil.

With a dragon's roar, the sound seemed to shake the heavens and the earth within three feet, instantly dispelling all the black demonic energy.

Amidst the faint demonic aura, one could also see many resentful faces, too numerous to count, enough to terrify anyone at a glance.

The demonic energy disappeared, yet it seemed not to have completely vanished.

Under the suppression of the dragon's aura, the black demonic energy seemed to be forced back into the Crown Prince's body. The wind rose again, and the leaves rustled, as if the fear just now was just a joke.

Only the fallen leaves scattered on the ground seemed to appear silently.

At this moment, the eldest prince felt as if he had just gone through a great battle, and was extremely exhausted, as if he was unaware of what had just happened around him.

His expression gradually returned to calm. His eyes seemed somewhat dazed and thoughtful, with a hint of bloodshot still visible, as if he were exhausted. Yet, deep within them flickered an indescribable light, a light of rage, fury, and ruthless coldness.

My thoughts stagnate; all around me seems utterly silent, the chirping of insects is dead still, and the night wind has suddenly stopped.

Deep within the Crown Prince's mind, like a turbulent ocean, memories surged forth, yet were drawn by an invisible force, like turbulent waves.

In the midst of my chaotic thoughts, some long-forgotten random thoughts and records suddenly appeared like shooting stars streaking across the night sky.

I used to take it all as child's play and nonsense, but now it's like a drowning person grabbing at a straw, not caring whether the straw is rotten or not.

After the Holy Emperor unified the previous dynasty, all sorts of rumors spread everywhere, most of which were unfounded. However, the speed at which the Holy Emperor rose to power and improved was known to everyone. He grew stronger with each battle, and the stronger he became, the more invincible he was.

Unrivaled in the world, a prodigy in chaotic times.

One rumor, like a thunderclap, repeatedly echoed in the Crown Prince's mind: "The bloodline of the Holy Emperor is rare in the world, and unparalleled throughout history!"

The Holy Emperor's bloodline is a mutation, said to be the reincarnation of a celestial being. It is as if the purest spiritual liquid in the world flows through the Holy Emperor's body, endowing him with unparalleled power and wisdom.

It doesn't require cultivation; it simply awakens upon reaching a certain age, possessing a mysterious and powerful force that can ignore all bottlenecks, making breakthroughs a natural process.

The last of the miscellaneous records, unreliable associations and rumors, state that the bloodline of the Holy Emperor will become diluted or disappear after being passed down to offspring, but if they devour each other to purify it, there may still be a slight chance for the Holy Emperor's bloodline to awaken again.

Furthermore, among the miscellaneous accounts, there are many stories of the Holy Emperor's various romantic affairs and his numerous affairs, all of which are naturally false.

Folk sayings are mostly sensationalist and exaggerated; they should not be taken seriously.

As the eldest prince recalled these rumors, his heartbeat seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and his eyes shone with a burning light.

'Control your destiny, Father's bloodline!' The eldest prince felt an overwhelming surge of excitement and longing.

Clenching his fists, his burning gaze seemed to blaze with intense heat!

He couldn't help but think to himself, 'Among the rituals of evil gods, there are wicked methods for purifying bloodlines.'

'Bloodline, Martial Emperor, Martial Saint, Invincible!'

He roared inwardly, each word striking the depths of his soul like a heavy hammer blow.

Just thinking about it makes me feel the ancient power flowing in my blood, as if it is yearning for and waiting for me to slowly awaken them.

It seemed as if they too were hoping to resonate with the will of the eldest prince and come forth to draw upon their own power to dominate the world.

His hair stood on end in fury, dancing wildly even without wind, as if devouring the surrounding space. His brow furrowed, his heart blazing with anger, he was restless and agitated. He thought to himself...

'As long as I can fully unleash the power of this bloodline, I will be able to truly control my own destiny, and it is even possible for me to control the entire world.'

When that time comes, Queyi and Yuechan, you who dare to betray me will pay the price.

And those demon-slaying guards now, humph!

The eldest prince lightly stroked his fingers, his gaze fixed on the unknown distance, a disdainful sneer curling at the corner of his lips. 'Demon Slayer Guard, Demon Slayer Guard!'

Hmph! Don't think I don't know what you people are thinking. But the time isn't right yet.

Those of you who have been disloyal in the slightest will suffer a far worse fate than them when the reckoning comes.

Thinking of the demon-slaying guard he had established, although there were quite a few people now and sometimes good news came from slaying demons, casualties were also inevitable.

At the beginning, he thought that the demon-slaying guard he had established was really good, relieving the people's worries, and that he had accomplished another great thing.

But the intelligence from the secret guards infuriated him. Among the demon-slaying guards, the sons of powerful families were protected by their families, and it was normal for them to seek some merit. However, the intelligence was deliberately inaccurate, and they were framing a rootless cultivator.

They control resources and withhold money and merit!

He was furious, thinking to himself, "The sons of the powerful and wealthy are using their positions to seek personal gain, framing innocent cultivators, and making these commoners the vanguard to do despicable things for the dead."

Although I had expected it, it was within my acceptable range.

But so quickly, so brazenly, they really don't take me seriously at all.

"Damn it!" The First Prince was furious, his heart filled with thunderous rage. These sons of nobles didn't take him seriously at all. His dignity was undermined, and he was instantly enraged.

However, he slowly suppressed his anger and thought to himself, 'I can't be too hasty; I still need them to resolve this trouble for me.' I must act cautiously.

Only by enduring what ordinary people cannot endure can one achieve great things.

Liu Gonggong kept his head down, not daring to raise it even slightly. He immediately felt a chill rushing towards him, as if there was immense terror all around him. His clothes were damp, and there was an unpleasant smell. No one dared to look up and peek.

A sense of dread crept into his heart; 'His Highness is becoming increasingly unlike what he used to be!'