Chapter 510: Sword Destroys the Ancestor, the Myth of Imperial Power
"But you have to inherit my lineage and bear my karma. This means you will gain unparalleled power, but you will never have peace in your life."
The old man stared at Li Ya and spoke slowly, his eyes were so cold.
Li Ya was frightened by his eyes. He did not answer immediately, but recalled his life carefully.
Although he had experienced many ups and downs, he always felt that he could be where he is today thanks to the help of others. In the first half of his life, his father protected him, and later, Gu An protected him in another identity and taught him swordsmanship.
When will he be able to repay these people? Li Ya is in a dilemma.
He was afraid that he would mess up and Gu An would have to save him in the end.
He couldn't help but turn his head and look at the magical fairy on his shoulder.
This time, the magical fairy did not speak, but just looked at him steadily, as if to say that this time it is up to you to decide.
Li Ya believed that the old man would not plot against him deliberately, because there was no need. The gap between their cultivation levels was too great. If the old man really wanted to force him to do something, he would have no power to resist.
Just as Li Ya was hesitating, the old man turned and left.
Li Ya immediately knelt down, kowtowed to the old man's back, and shouted loudly: "Master, please accept my disciple's greetings!"
The old man stopped and turned around slowly. He looked at Li Ya and said expressionlessly, "Remember, my Taoist name is Jianmie. Many people call me the ancestor of Jianmie."
After saying that, Master Jianmie continued to leave. Li Ya quickly stood up and followed his steps.
Li Ya's face was filled with excitement. He looked at the back of Master Jianmie and had many questions to ask, but he held back.
There is ample time!
After seeing Master Jianmie take action, he felt that Master Jianmie was one of the few people in the world who could be compared to Gu An. Of course, this was just his feeling, because he felt that Master Jianmie did not use his full strength when he snatched the sword, and he took the Nine Absolute Sacred Heart Sword with ease.
Such demeanor reminded him of Gu An, who had transformed into the Sword Master of Fudao.
Little did he know that Gu An was eavesdropping on his thoughts.
"Compare Daozang Zizaixian with me?"
Gu An, who was picking herbs in the Wu Shi Dojo, smiled, but this Sword Mie Patriarch had a great background.
He should have a stronger original body.
Gu An had met his original form before, when Gu An broke through to the level of Xuanyuan Zizaixian. At that time, he transformed into a skull and devoured Zizaixian, which left a deep impression on Gu An.
The aura of that skull is exactly the same as that of the Sword Mine Patriarch. From the perspective of cause and effect, the two have the same origin.
The clone alone has the cultivation level of Daozang Zizaixian, so I wonder how powerful the original body of Master Jianmie is.
Ever since Gu An defeated Zhan Ting, the Tianling world seemed to be far away from disasters from outer space, but in fact, more and more Daoguo realm beings have sneaked into the Tianling world. They just acted more secretively, probably because they were afraid of Gu An.
Every choice has its pros and cons, and his reincarnation has left bad karma, but in the life he can control, he has always been doing good deeds. He is very satisfied with this and never gets tired of it.
Gu An's mood became more and more cheerful, and he began to instruct the Epiphyllum Ghost Mother who was following him.
Although Epiphyllum Ghost Mother lost her freedom, she did not slack off because she saw greater hope. She even felt that her life now was better and more meaningful than before.
Being able to pursue immortality is much more meaningful than being the deputy leader!
The Epiphyllum Ghost Mother would write down every word of Gu An and then ponder it carefully.
Gu An knew what she was thinking, but he never pointed it out, letting her think wildly. What if she could really come up with something?
An hour later, Gu An finished picking the flowers and let the Epiphyllum Ghost Mother sow the seeds. Then he went to his attic to take a nap.
The innate golden immortals can also sleep. Gu An likes to dream occasionally, and it is quite interesting to gain enlightenment in dreams.
The white clouds in the sky are floating very slowly, but in a blink of an eye, they seem to be moving very fast.
The same is true of time in the human world.
A thousand years of time is like a white cloud, both fast and slow. It is very fast for immortal cultivators, but very slow for mortals.
One day in early summer, at noon.
Taicang Dynasty, Cangzhou Imperial City.
In the imperial study, Li Xuandao held a memorial in his hand, expressionless.
He has been the emperor for more than four thousand years. His long and overbearing imperial power has deified him in the hearts of the people. The people do not know the name of the Sword Master of Fudao, nor do they know that he is a great cultivator in the world of immortals, but in the hearts of the people, he is a living immortal.
At this moment, there were two people kneeling in the room. They lowered their heads, their bodies tense, and one of them even had sweat dripping from his forehead.
It took a long time.
Li Xuandao raised his eyes, looked at the two people kneeling in front of the table, and asked, "What does the prince think? What is his attitude towards the Yang family's actions?"
One of the old officials looked up at Li Xuandao, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Your Highness did not respond to us, but one of my spies told me that Your Highness once said that the position of Crown Prince is really boring. I don't know..."
"I don't know what?"
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"I don't know what it feels like to be an emperor..."
After saying this, the old minister suddenly lowered his head with his forehead pressed against the ground.
When Li Xuandao heard this, a cold light flashed in his eyes.
He closed the memorial in his hand and slowly put it down.
"Go down."
Li Xuandao closed his eyes and said, the two court officials immediately stood up, saluted, and left quickly.
They left the Imperial Garden and then left the palace. Only when they walked out of the palace gate did they breathe a sigh of relief.
Another middle-aged minister looked at the old minister and asked in a low voice: "Your Highness, do you really want to..."
He looked around and didn't utter the word "anti".
"There were signs hundreds of years ago. It is said that His Highness's temperament changed after he returned from the holy land for training. His Highness has already entered the fairyland. I am afraid that the dynasty will usher in unprecedented turmoil. The Yang family has won over many forces..." the old minister sighed.
His ancestors had served Li Xuandao for ten generations. When he was young, he was the top scholar appointed by Li Xuandao. In his heart, Li Xuandao was the sky.
But facing the prince who possessed immortal cultivation and a terrifying family background, no matter how he thought about it, the throne would change hands.
The middle-aged minister fell silent after hearing this, and the two of them walked towards the same street at a fast pace.
at the same time.
In the imperial study.
Li Xuandao slowly opened his eyes, looked forward, and suddenly said, "Gu An, Fudao Sword Master, you should be able to hear what I say, right?"
After he finished speaking, the room fell silent and no one outside responded to him.
He took a deep breath, then stood up, walked around the table, rolled up his clothes, and knelt on the ground.
"Gu An, if there is still affection between you and me, please help me..."
Li Xuandao said this with a firm expression, and then he began to kowtow.
However, when his forehead was about to touch the ground, a hand caught his forehead, preventing it from touching the ground.
Li Xuandao's pupils shrank and his body trembled slightly. He looked up carefully and saw that the person standing in front of him was Gu An! (End of this chapter)