Chapter 288: The last portal, the cold winter of the era is coming, and the fortune will bless the people
Time flies. Two days have passed since the truce between Yingzhao Star Domain and Kaiming Star Domain.
The entire four-sided star field ushered in a rare peaceful situation.
The Yingzhao Taoist temple withdrew its troops, and Luwu Mountain was closed and locked down, no longer interfering with the affairs of the outside world.
Zhou Yuan, who obtained Lu Wu's soul, went into seclusion that day and did not allow any elders to disturb him.
Under the starry sky, warships were like a forest, rumbling and speeding, rapidly approaching the location of the Yingzhao Dojo. The vast majestic mountains, shrouded in clouds and mist, became clearer and clearer.
Jiang Lan stood on the ancient warship, with a vague chaotic mist lingering on his body and his clothes fluttering, as if he would ascend to heaven at any time.
He was looking at the scene in the distance, and at the same time he was quietly feeling the various changes between heaven and earth.
In the Yingzhao Dojo, many elders who had already learned the news were waiting below to greet them.
The Xiandao League is very powerful. After leaving the ancient Mantuo Star, it went straight to the Yingzhao Star Region. Naturally, the Yingzhao Dojo did not dare to offend the Xiandao League openly.
Before Zhou Yuan went into seclusion, he also gave instructions that if anyone from the Immortal Dao Alliance came, they must be welcomed warmly and not be neglected in any way.
Many elders and influential figures obeyed the orders of the ancient ancestor Zhou Yuan and naturally did not dare to say much.
As the ancient warship landed, the elders of the Yingzhao Dojo who had been waiting for a long time came forward one after another and welcomed the people from the Xiandao League in.
Jiang Lan's attitude was very casual, as if he was entering his own back garden. He didn't want to waste any time at all, and he was even too lazy to be polite and flattering with the elders of Yingzhao Dojo.
Zhou Yuan, who had been in seclusion since returning to Yingzhao Dojo that day, broke out of seclusion as soon as he heard the news and rushed over to greet them in person. His respectful attitude shocked and astonished many elders of Yingzhao Dojo.
"God of Heaven Ying Zhao, meet the Emperor of Heaven."
Afterwards, in front of everyone, Zhou Yuan looked calm as usual. He knelt down and kowtowed to the ground, calling Jiang Lan the Emperor of Heaven.
“Ancient Ancestor…”
Many elders and influential figures in the Yingzhao Dojo were shocked by this scene.
"After I refined Lu Wu's soul, I recovered many of my memories. His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven once bestowed upon me a title and ordered me to guard the Heavenly Gate. Today, His Majesty the Emperor has returned again. As a god, I shall follow His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven, expand territory for His Majesty, and conquer the four directions."
"We, the Yingzhao Dojo, are willing to obey His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor's orders and serve His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor."
Zhou Yuan knelt there, his enthusiasm and respect unable to be concealed in his words.
Then, he glanced at the many elders and influential figures in Yingzhao Dojo with a cold and stern gaze, with a hint of intimidation in his eyes.
The crowd, who were originally surprised and shocked by Zhou Yuan's attitude, finally reacted after hearing these words.
After all, Jiang Lan was known as the future Heavenly Emperor, and Ying Zhao was a god once appointed by the Heavenly Emperor to guard the gateway to the heaven.
Now that his memory has been restored, it is only natural for him to want to follow the Emperor of Heaven again.
"I have met the Emperor of Heaven."
At that moment, fanatical and boiling voices rang out throughout the Yingzhao Dojo. Many elders and influential figures knelt down and kowtowed on the ground like Zhou Yuan did, without any hesitation.
Since Jiang Lan has the authority of a saint, there is nothing wrong with their actions being like worshipping a saint.
On the other hand, it is also their honor to follow the future Emperor of Heaven and fight for him in all directions.
Jiang Lan had arranged all of this long ago, so he was not surprised at all. He then cooperated with "Zhou Yuan" who was transformed by the Wanling Blood Puppet, and performed in front of many elders and background figures of the Yingzhao Taoist Temple. He also displayed the Heavenly Emperor's Seal that was stripped from Zhou Yuan's body and bestowed it on "Zhou Yuan" in person.
The Heavenly Emperor's seal came down to the world, manifesting many strange phenomena. Purple mist rose, and the shadow of Ying Zhao emerged from it, blooming with infinite brilliance, blazing and dazzling. When its wings spread, they covered the sky and the sun, covering the entire sky.
At this point, everyone in Yingzhao Dojo was even more reverent and fanatical about Jiang Lan, and their attitude towards him was no less than that towards the resurrected ancient ancestor Yingzhao.
On that day, the news that the entire Yingzhao Dojo had submitted to Jiang Lan spread widely, causing a huge sensation.
In the closed Luwu Mountain, the expressions on the faces of the Luwu Mountain Master, who was anxiously waiting for a reaction, and the gray-robed old man who appeared on the Chaos Star on the day of the agreement, dimmed little by little.
"I see……"
"No wonder the Yingzhao Dojo is not afraid of Jiang Lan's attempt to seize it. It turns out that they have already decided to submit to him."
The grey-robed old man sighed softly, his breath becoming even weaker.
"Ancestor, should we tear up the agreement and make a final desperate move? The Holy Ancestor's spirit has not responded yet, and I'm afraid of accidents." The head of Luwu Mountain looked extremely anxious.
"I'm afraid it's too late..."
The grey-robed old man stood on the top of the mountain, and finally retracted his gaze, saying, "The remaining remnant of the Holy Ancestor's soul originally wanted to seize the body of Ying Zhao's remains, occupy the nest, and take the opportunity to revive."
"But after a few days, there is still no response. I guess the plan of the Holy Ancestor has failed."
"I always thought that Jiang Lan and Yingzhao Dojo were incompatible, but I didn't expect that Yingzhao Dojo would submit to him so easily. I really underestimated his methods."
"Close the mountain completely. From now on, don't think about revenge anymore."
"Murong Yanqing of the Murong family, let him go too. If my guess is correct, the sky of the Four Directions Star Region will change, and the Murong family will take advantage of the situation to rise..."
"Something big must have happened when I didn't know about it."
"Ancestor, is this really necessary?" The leader of Luwu Mountain looked extremely pale.
The gray-robed old man didn't say anything else. He shook his head gently, and then, like a wisp of green smoke, he slowly walked towards the back mountain of Luwu Mountain, where the cemetery was located. He didn't have much time left, and if he didn't die, he could actually still live for a few hundred more years.
But Luwushan made the wrong choice and decision, and they will have to bear the consequences themselves.
In Huaiyun Ancient Star, in an ancient city, Han Jing sat by the window, staring at the busy scene below, lost in thought.
The war has subsided, and there is peace everywhere. There is no need to worry about being invaded by war. Now people everywhere in the Yingzhao star field are talking about this matter.
Yingzhao Dojo also surrendered to Jiang Lan.
The four star fields will then usher in an unprecedented unified situation, which is naturally a good thing for ordinary cultivators and clans.
But the husband Zhou Yuan, whom she had been waiting for, never showed up.
"If he wants to come and see me, he will definitely come..."
Han Jing had actually guessed something. She looked gloomy and remained silent for a long time.
Yuqing Sword Immortal appeared behind Han Jing. Seeing Han Jing in this state reminded her of herself long ago.
When she learned that her master had died in seclusion, she fell into sadness for a long time.
"Miss Hanjing, it's time to go."
After a moment, she spoke, her tone a little softer than usual.
In the Yingzhao Dojo, deep in a quiet room, on an open platform, Jiang Lan sat quietly.
At this time, Zhou Yuan had turned into a spinning All-Spirit Blood Evil Orb, floating up and down in front of him. One could see lines of texture interweaving inside it, and the colliding of runes and the blazing light formed an unbreakable cage.
A ray of soul light was in the cage, bumping left and right, trying to break out, causing the textures inside to glow continuously and emit terrifying energy fluctuations.
Then, the surfaces of the four walls were filled with streaks of blood, like a surging river of blood, submerging it.
"You are not Ying Zhao at all, yet you plotted against me like this..."
"Ying Zhao died in your hands, right?"
A low and angry voice was faintly heard from it, and one could see the true appearance of that ray of soul light: a human face, a tiger body, tiger claws and nine tails, full of murderous aura. It was exactly Luwu's soul.
Jiang Lan had long guessed that Lu Wu's soul would awaken early.
Just as Ying Zhao's remains were thinking about Lu Wu's soul and wanted to refine and devour it, Lu Wu's soul also wanted to use Ying Zhao's remains to revive.
That's why Luwu Mountain took advantage of the situation, pretending to oppose the Immortal Alliance and offering Luwu's soul in order to seek peace.
When Luwu's soul successfully takes over Yingzhao's remains, Luwu Mountain will naturally become the biggest winner.
Unfortunately, Jiang Lan had already seen through his plan.
The current Zhou Yuan is essentially the All-Spirit Blood Puppet that he refined, but he has added some additional tricks and used the power of the world to refine the inside of the blood puppet into a cage that can seal the soul.
If Lu Wu's soul wants to take over the Wanling Blood Puppet, Jiang Lan doesn't need to do it himself. It will just break in on its own. Then it will be like a turtle in a jar, and he can do whatever he wants to it.
"Now all we need is this Luwu spirit..."
"The foundation for my metamorphosis has been established."
Jiang Lan looked at Lu Wu's soul that was constantly colliding in the Wanling Blood Evil Orb, and ignored his roar, with hatred in his eyes.
"You actually treat me as a medicinal herb? How hateful..."
Lu Wu's spirit was extremely ferocious, with soul light scattered everywhere. He kept extending his huge claws, trying to tear the cage apart, but it was all useless and could only create ripples.
The power of the world is hidden within it. Although it is not as solid as the small world, it is definitely not something that can be torn apart by just a wisp of his soul.
To be on the safe side, Jiang Lan also reinforced it several times with the Realm Dao Fruit.
Even a true saint would find it difficult and troublesome to see it.
Having luckily survived the great catastrophe of heaven and earth, Lu Wu's soul is not even one-tenth as powerful as it was at its peak, so he can only scare ordinary creatures.
"You have contributed to my reconstruction of Tianmen, and your death is a worthy one."
Jiang Lan did not waste time or words. He directly put the All-Spirit Blood Evil Orb into the small world and began to condense it.
He is only missing the last of his four heavenly gates. Once the prototype of the complete heavenly gate is formed, he will be able to start breaking through to the realm of enlightenment.
Jiang Lan’s current plan is to become a saint in the last few days before the great changes in heaven and earth.
In the small world, Luwu's soul was released, but in just a moment, one chain of order after another fell and quickly wrapped around it.
It struggled hard, the light on its body surged, and it wielded its sharp blade, turning into a violent gust of wind mixed with soul light fragments, shattering everything in an attempt to cut all the chains.
Jiang Lan just raised his hand and the void where Lu Wu's soul was located shattered and collapsed, trapping him inside. More divine light of order surged and turned into chains, locking him tightly and making him unable to move at all.
Around Luwu's soul, light surged, ancient runes danced, the avenue seemed to have turned into firewood, burning and scorching the void, and a profound and mysterious rhyme of the Tao gushed out.
The magnificent gate then began to rise from the ground.
Amid the rumbling earthquake, one thick and ancient stone pillar after another began to emerge, carrying the vicissitudes of history and a long and eternal aura that ordinary people could not understand.
A few days later, the other three gates in the sky also began to respond. Thousands of rays of light gushed out and surged, converging and colliding there, just like the four poles of heaven and earth in ancient mythology, supporting the vast universe.
Jiang Lan put all his energy into condensing Luwu's original aura. On the newly erected portal, he began to depict and manifest a vague image of Luwu, which was lifelike and had a fierce and powerful aura that shocked the world...
Behind these four gates, rich fairy light was shining, and dazzling and magnificent jade pavilions were constantly emerging, sitting high in the nine heavens, one level after another, looming, like the reappearance of a myth.
Each layer was emitting billions of golden lights, and the phantoms of immortals and gods stood in the depths of the fairy mist, majestic and heavy, with such bright light that it was impossible to look directly at them.
At a deeper place, one can see the plaque of the Lingxiao Palace, which shines as brightly as the sun across the sky, radiating to the billions of space and time in the heavens and the infinite universe.
A vague, majestic and noble figure sat at the end of the palace, staring into Jiang Lan's eyes.
"I am the Emperor of Heaven..."
The vast power continued to spread and surge, radiating to infinite time and space, infinite planes. At this moment, this voice seemed to resound in the ears of countless creatures.
At the same time, in the vast universe outside the world, in the depths of the sky of all directions, one can faintly see the brilliant skylight interweaving, as if ancient palaces and pavilions are floating in it.
Some people even saw the flower of the Great Dao appear, each petal was crystal clear and holy, flowing with rosy light, just like the change of eras and the rumbling of the great world.
The light is so bright that it seems to bloom at the end of the universe, radiating to every corner.
Afterwards, these avenue flowers gradually withered and died, petals falling one by one, as if an ancient era had ended, smashing into the unknown depths of darkness, stirring up boundless chaos...
The luck of the universe is boiling and beginning to surge towards the sky.
Even in some obscure sects, there is luck emerging, rising like fog and rushing towards the depths of the sky.
In the clan territories of those immortal sects and supreme religions, the brilliant light was even more astonishing, as if it covered the sky and the sun.
In the territories of some immortal forces whose ancestors once had so-called "immortals", the scene is even more vast and magnificent, as if there are pieces of ancient immortal lands and sacred palaces, vague and floating.
That was the transformation of luck, and now it was all surging and rushing towards the sky, completely out of control.
Even the Realm Lord had a frown on his face, looking gloomy and helpless.
"The withering of the flower of the Great Dao means the end of the era and the coming of catastrophes of all ages."
"The cold winter of the era is coming. Civilization will either end or continue to survive..."
In all the worlds, low voices were heard.
Many ancient beings from ancient sects and immortal forces looked into the distance, penetrating layers of time and space, their gazes full of solemnity.
These magical scenes not only appeared in the worlds outside the boundary, but also in the land of Kyushu within the boundary. Many creatures and cultivators witnessed them and were shocked.
It is different from the withering and falling flowers of the avenue seen outside the world.
At the end of the sky within the realm, the petals are lush and translucent, like a blooming fairy flower, emitting billions of rays of light, covering the sky and the earth, full of brilliance.
In Taiyi Sect, Li Ran appeared and stood on the top of the mountain. He could not hide the passion and excitement in his eyes, and murmured, "The good fortune from heaven is blessing all living beings. This is the first time that the will of Jiuzhou has given back to all living beings and cultivators..."
As he finished speaking, he saw a huge ball of light falling from the end of the sky, wrapped in the noble aura of the Supreme Emperor, falling towards the imperial palace of the Great Xia Dynasty.
"The Lord of Daxia, the future Lord of the Human World, is indeed blessed with great fortune."
This scene was not only seen by Li Ran, but also by old monsters in many places in Jiuzhou. Their hearts were filled with passion and excitement.
Ordinary monks do not have such good eyesight, and can only see a brilliant light flashing across the sky.
In the North Sea, Shi Shenglao's face was filled with excitement, which was very different from his usual indifferent expression.
He looked into the distance at the end of the world and could vaguely feel something, as if some kind of will was reviving and gestating.
As a saint-level figure and one of the most powerful people in the world of Kyushu today, he will naturally benefit from the blessings.
The Corpse Saint of Xilingzhou, hidden in an ancient bronze coffin, could not help but want to open the coffin and get up, unable to hide the excitement and excitement in his heart.
The first return of Kyushu's will came suddenly, even faster than they had expected.
Although they were surprised and shocked, they were more happy and excited. If they could benefit from this luck, perhaps they would go one step further and enter the realm of Saint King like Li Ran of Taiyi Sect.
In the Sifang star field, deep in the Yingzhao Dojo, Jiang Lan's small world is also undergoing tremendous changes.
The Four Heavenly Gates stand there, revealing endless antiquity and grandeur, as if a supreme painting slowly unfolds there.
Deep inside the door, thunder roared, the clouds dispersed, and chaotic energy surged and descended, as if to open up a new world.
Endless divine light and Taoist rhyme were spreading and interweaving, faintly condensing into a vast and mysterious glowing world, which was the prototype of the heaven in the true sense.
(End of this chapter)
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