Chapter 284: Yinghuo

At this time, in the Purple Forbidden Hall, within the inner chambers, the Jingwu Heavenly Emperor, who had just managed to descend to the ground, was struck as if by a heavy blow; he gazed at the purple starlight above his head, only to feel his soul as if hammered by a great drum, and suddenly spat out a stream of blood-light, instantly fainting.

This immediately caused the Empress Qi, who was attending in the Purple Forbidden Hall, to change her expression.

In the Observatory Platform,

Yi He Daoist gazed at the vermilion haze and purple aura in the firmament, yet his hand continuously deduced the landing point of this vermilion haze and purple aura, his brow tightly furrowed.

The compass in his hand spun rapidly, as if a vast power was breaking through layer upon layer of mist.

This in his hand is a spiritual treasure.

A Primordial Spirit spiritual treasure.

After the advancement of a Primordial Spirit True Person, most of their natal magical treasures remain at the ordinary Primordial Spirit level.

Usually, only when one's cultivation, accumulated knowledge, and even the foundation of their Primordial Spirit have accumulated to a certain stage can they drive their Primordial Spirit magical treasure to advance and transform into a Primordial Spirit spiritual treasure.

The spiritual treasure condensed by a Primordial Spirit True Person transcends the simple level of a Primordial Spirit magical treasure; within it is fixed a set of formidable Primordial Spirit immortal arts, and this set of Primordial Spirit immortal arts is related to heavenly secrets and divination.

As Yi He Daoist calculated, suddenly a vast and mysterious light seemed to penetrate the fate in the darkness, immediately capturing a vast scene.

At this moment, in the vast scene, a majestic emperor clad in nine-colored divine light appeared, his entire body enveloped in nine-colored radiance; at this moment, he seemed to sense something, suddenly raising his head and directing his gaze.

"Bold, dare to gaze upon the imperial carriage!"

The long sword at his waist gave a soft cry, and a stream of vast nine-colored divine light instantly tore through the void, fate-light, piercing through the fate-light entwined around Yi He Daoist's body.

Yi He Daoist instinctively let out a miserable cry.

On the Observatory Platform, it seemed as if a vast divine power penetrated heaven and earth, the threads of fate; on the platform, the brow of the itinerant monk deep within, suddenly a tremendous sound exploded violently around him.

Yet, see around the Observation Platform, one pole after another of long banners exploded violently, nine-colored divine flames entwining, and moreover, vast divine power appeared to float in the dark void.

That stream of nine-colored divine light striking, seemed to inexplicably penetrate Yi He Daoist's true body.

"Martial Brother?"

Beside the Observatory Platform, Xue Daoist gazed at this scene, his expression changing, and hastily stepped forward.

Yet, see, deep within Yi He Daoist's brow actually appeared a terrifying hole, this hole even piercing the Yin Spirit, merely relying on his tenacious vitality, Yi He Daoist has not yet completely fallen.

Gazing at this scene, Xue Daoist's face was full of bitterness.

"Martial Brother, you are too reckless!"

Yi He Daoist's eyes were full of blood and tears; at this moment, his pupils held only shock, and also a hint of disbelief, not knowing what he had seen.

Seeing Xue Daoist's expression, his face instead recovered a few degrees of tranquility.

Merely, his breath was weak, Dao.

"Eating the sovereign's stipend, bearing the sovereign's worries, my Observatory Platform lineage has long been closely tied to the Great Qian; the sovereign bestowed great favor upon the poor Daoist from the Great Qian Heavenly Emperor, stepping into the Yin Spirit realm; today, for elder brother, dying thus, also counts as repaying the sovereign!"

"Better than…… only regretting……"

Gazing at Yi He Daoist's expression, Xue Daoist's face became unsightly, then he could not help but ask finally.

"Martial Brother, what exactly did you see?"

Yi He Daoist opened his mouth, at this moment a large gush of fresh blood suddenly surged out.

He uttered four words in succession.

"……Supreme……Human Emperor!"

"Supreme Human Emperor?"

As the words fell, a dense yin wind suddenly appeared from empty space at his forehead, the Yin Spirit instantly transforming into a stream of light sucked away by the Nine Underworld Gates.

Xue Daoist seeing this scene, could no longer disregard such changes, yet his eyes were entirely filled with shock.

"Supreme Human Emperor, this……?"

Is this a destiny pattern, or does it refer to that Yinghuo demon star?

……

And at this time, in a vast Daoist field, this place is filled with the Dao rhythm of rivers and mountains, countless divine peaks stand tall, incense envelops, divine light myriad ways.

A vast divine shadow stands deep within the imperial gates, he clad in the robes of the Rivers, Mountains, Sun, and Moon Emperor, wearing the imperial crown, in his pupils there is a layer of vast divine power flowing.

This place is the State and Gods Dao.

This ancient immortal, deep in his pupils, glanced faintly at that straight rush into the clouds of vermilion haze and purple aura.

"It seems the human world has again come to the time of dynastic change, unknown how many rises and falls, how many slaughters?"

He noticed the extraordinariness of that vermilion haze and purple aura; within it seemed to be a layer of heavenly mandate power transcending the norm.

However, he did not rashly deduce fate.

That is an extremely unfriendly act.

Moreover, such an existence similarly possesses divine peculiarities on their person; even he may not necessarily be able to deduce the other's specific background.

"Such a transcendent phenomenon, indeed it has been a long time since seen, just unknown to which hidden dragon it belongs?"

This ancient emperor, though curious in his heart, soon withdrew his gaze.

But at this time, he has many troubles on his person!

Recently, his direct superior wishes to contend with that Taiyin Immortal Lord; as a subordinate, he fears he will inevitably be affected by this war's ripple, and still needs to make some preparations in advance.

The State and Gods Dao has been able to maintain until now, already not easy.

Cannot therefore give rise to unexpected branches.

……

Deep in the Eastern Mausoleum, Tiangang Daoist at this time furrowed his brow, hand forming seals, streams of magical power flowed out, merging into the altar before him, maintaining the brightness of several lamps.

Waiting for that vast starlight pillar to gradually dissipate, after the Purple Forbidden stabilizes, he then exhaled a breath, his pupils flashing with a sharp cold light, he gazed toward the starry sky.

Just now was the Yinghuo guarding the heart omen, he saw it clearly.

Never expected that the hidden dragon wandering among the mundane has already grown to this extent.

Actually able to directly impact the Heavenly Emperor's mandate.

At this moment, the True Person of the Heavenly Gang felt a sudden alertness in his heart; the situation was not as peaceful as they had imagined, and the great danger had already drawn near, capable at any moment of causing the realm of Great Qian to change color.

"First came the Reverse Dragon, then this Scarlet Dragon—internal and external troubles converge; Great Qian is in peril!"

The True Person of the Heavenly Gang's eyes flashed with a cold light.

……

In the ancestral hall of the Zhuangyuan Mansion, Zhang Jian's Yang Spirit returned, and a vast surge of magical power swelled around him; he felt an intense emptiness, as if he urgently needed to refine the spiritual essence of heaven and earth to replenish his own power.

If he were to release his spiritual awareness, it seemed he could sweep clean the spiritual essence hovering above Haojing City.

Zhang Jian suppressed the agitation, merely slowly swallowing and absorbing the great flow of spiritual essence from the operation of heaven, earth, and the state's mandate, integrating it into his limbs and bones to strengthen his Yang Spirit's power.

At this moment, threads of pure yang golden light seemed to penetrate his entire body, making him appear like a divine being of the blazing sun, clad in golden radiance.

He rose and stepped step by step toward the outside of the ancestral hall, and momentarily the pure yang golden light retracted.

Afterwards, as he stepped out of the ancestral hall, he also saw another crimson-purple star emerging in the depths of the firmament; he glanced at it once and paid it no heed.

His own affairs—there was nothing worth seeing.

After suppressing the internal anomalies, the crimson-purple radiance above his head, which had been clashing with the Purple Wei anomaly, also began to fade.

Subsequently, he learned from Qi Yuhua that the State Preceptor, the Pure Bright Daoist, had come by.

Zhang Jian's thoughts turned, and he faintly suspected something.

Not long after he emerged from seclusion, upon hearing the news, the Pure Bright Daoist hurried over and came again to pay a visit.

"Mr. Zhang, this time you must absolutely save His Majesty!"