Chapter 533: The Sea-Calming Mystic Tortoise Shell (Make-up Update 8)

One person, one blade — that is enough!

Wan Wan Zhuliu's tone was calm, without any particular emphasis, but the

confidence and composure in his words calmed the restless thoughts stirring in Qian Di's heart as well!

But in an instant he had already realized something!

A Unity Realm martial artist, the three elements merged into one, their spirit can influence celestial phenomena and alter them, and can also distort the perceptions of others' minds — but to influence his mind…

"You have already taken that step?"

"Still half a step short!"

Gently stroking the blade and armor before him, Wan Wan Zhuliu stood up

and said: "When the three elements merge into one, one first perceives heaven and earth; the Eight Directions Temple cuts off

heaven and earth. To break through these barriers within such a predicament — difficult, difficult, difficult."

He uttered the word "difficult" three times in a row, and his expression grew solemn as well: "I know that Your Majesty's mind has been stirred by that Spirit-Peering Rite, however, the future is unfixed. What the Spirit-Peering Rite showed may not be true; even if it is true, I can rely on this blade and this armor to cut away every worry and every thorn for Your Majesty."

"I trust you!"

Emperor Qian was moved. He reached out and grasped Wan Wan Zhuliu's ice-cold palm. "It's only that, in the Spirit-Peering Rite, that Li Yuan seemed to have also cultivated a Divine Palace fifty years from now — he cannot be left unguarded against!"

"This man is now no more than thirty years old, and in fifty years he will have forged a Divine Palace — truly, a great enemy."

Emperor Qian swallowed half his sentence!

At the end of the Spirit-Peering Rite, that Li Yuan had clearly gained the absolute upper hand — this was the true cause of the turmoil in his heart!

An eighty-year-old Supreme Grandmaster — unprecedented since time immemorial!

"Your Majesty speaks truly!"

Wan Wan Zhuliu understood his meaning. The armor and blade flowed like water into his body: "On this journey, I will surely slay this beast. I will absolutely not allow him, fifty years from now, to endanger Your Majesty or the foundations of our Great Fortune."

"Your Majesty."

A sudden remark shattered the two men's display of ruler-minister affection. Wu Wu Yingxing gave a light cough and ascended the Star-Gazing Platform!

"Your Majesty, the incense and ritual items required for this ceremony have been largely prepared. It's only that the number of slots for those going this time…"

Wu Wu Yingxing felt a headache coming on!

Altogether there were barely a dozen slots to begin with, and they were already hard to allocate. After this thunderbolt of the Spirit-Peering Rite struck, they were even harder to allocate!

The veteran ministers and noble families within Ducheng, as well as the Wang Hou who had originally harbored reservations, all swarmed in as well. The arguments had not ceased for a day and a night, and some had even come to blows!

The reason, naturally, was that in the Spirit-Peering Rite, Wan Wan Zhuliu had this time successfully entered the Eight Directions Temple, and this might be the only opportunity to enter the temple!

"The slots…"

Emperor Qian also often had headaches. He had not slept a wink the entire night, and had been pestered all the way up to the Star-Gazing Platform. For precisely this reason!

The slots were already few to begin with, and Wan Wan Zhuliu had also agreed to let Long Long Yingchan and others accompany them, naturally making things even more stretched!

The veteran ministers went to inquire with Huang Huang Longzi, and as he had said, one ritual could accommodate at most fifteen people. Any more than that would be a Grand Rite, which could easily summon a Venerated One, and might also invite backlash!

Wu Wu Yingxing added a remark!

"These slots — first grant them to Long Long Yingchan and Daoist Feng Yuanqing; next, Tian Tian Shezi, Master Master Dading, and Fang Fang Sanyun; after them,

Long Xi Xiang and Nie Xianshan!"

Wan Wan Zhuliu spoke: "For this entry into the temple, at least half of these seven people must go!"

"The Wang Ye's concern is not without reason!"

Wu Wu Yingxing naturally understood his meaning. From what the Spirit-Peering Rite had shown, those who went on this Grand Rite would be gone for at least fifty years. If no one knew about it, that would be the end of it!

Long Long Yingchan and others had also glimpsed this scene. If they were not brought along, the hidden danger would surely run deep!

"It's only that with things as they are, the court absolutely cannot agree!"

Wu Wu Yingxing had his own concerns as well!

It might be the only opportunity to enter the temple — who would be willing to yield? Not to mention a group of seasoned Grandmasters, even Wang Hou, Shen Shen Qisheng, and even he himself had all begun to harbor thoughts of claiming a slot!

The two men exchanged a glance and looked together toward Emperor Qian!

"Huang Huang Longzi must also go!"

As the two men spoke, Emperor Qian frowned in thought, and at this moment spoke: "Fifteen slots — set aside four for Long Long Yingchan and others.

Commander Wang Jin cannot leave the Imperial Guard, so grant one slot to Shen Shen Qisheng. That master of the Qian Yan Fa and Yan Yan Tianxiong must also go together!"

Counting Wan Wan Zhuliu, seven of the fifteen slots were already taken.

Wu Wu Yingxing furrowed his brow slightly, but said nothing, only feeling a headache — with these eight slots gone, there would be bloodshed over the rest!

"Huang Huang Longzi cannot be left in Ducheng either!"

Wan Wan Zhuliu spoke, fixing yet another slot!

Only seven remained…

Wu Wu Yingxing's brows knit tightly!

"Furthermore!"

Emperor Qian paused slightly, then spoke: "I wish to have the Crown Prince act as regent, and travel together with Wan Zhuliu!"

"Your Majesty."

The moment these words were spoken, the expressions of the two men present changed!

"Your Majesty's person is worth ten thousand gold — how could you personally venture into danger?"

"Your Majesty, please reconsider!"

The two men urged him in unison!

Emperor Qian, however, waved a hand, brooking no objection: "My mind is made up. Say no more!"

Wu Wu Yingxing groaned inwardly. He had calculated every which way, yet had never expected Emperor Qian to want to go!

But then again, it hardly seemed strange!

As seen at the Divine Spirit Sacrifice, this ritual had no mishaps, and this may be the only chance to enter the Eight Directions Temple within fifty years…

"This old minister is willing to go with Your Majesty."

"Wan Wan Zhuliu shot him a glance!"

"The Crown Prince still needs Master Wu to attend him!"

Emperor Qian frowned in refusal, but his tone eased: "I still have a few life-extending elixirs obtained from the Azure Dragon Pavilion,

which I shall bestow upon Master Wu; they may extend his life by fifty years!"

"This…"

Wu Wu Yingxing smiled bitterly in his heart and bowed to give thanks!

"In that case, the remaining six slots!"

Emperor Qian thought for a moment, then looked toward Wan Wan Zhuliu!

"I understand!"

Wan Wan Zhuliu took on this task. Wu Wu Yingxing breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he was about to speak, he saw Wan Wan Zhuliu's two sword-like brows rise, and a fierce glint suddenly flash in his eyes: "You dare rebel?"

Boom!

The voice, laden with killing intent, exploded like thunder. In an instant, the very void seemed to boil, and the surging blood-and-qi burst forth like a great sun, instantly illuminating the entire imperial city!

"Hm?"

Wan Wan Zhuliu suddenly erupted. Emperor Qian, caught off guard, was momentarily stunned, then immediately looked up!

He saw Wan Wan Zhuliu soar like a dragon taking flight, rising hundreds of zhang from the ground. Vast, overwhelming blood-and-qi spread along with rolling true qi, and in the blink of an eye, the entire imperial city trembled!

A will, tangible as substance, swept across the imperial city, awakening the whole Divine Capital!

"Hm?"

Wan Wan Zhuliu's fury altered the heavens. The faintly bright sky suddenly gathered dark clouds, with lightning flashing and thunder rumbling. Long Long Yingchan and the others, who had gathered in the Divine Capital, all leapt from their dwellings!

They saw a bolt of lightning streak across above the imperial city, and an ink-black dragon let out a long howl, wildly dancing in the sky!

Overbearing and fierce, it coiled upward, connecting earth and sky, as if to

pierce through the heavens and the sea!

"This is?"

Long Long Yingchan's heart jolted; he nearly thought Wan Wan Zhuliu was about to come kill them, but immediately sensed something was wrong!

Wan Wan Zhuliu, in his wrath, had shot skyward, his body transforming into an ink-black dragon. Beneath the dominating will powerful enough to alter the heavens, there appeared a giant ice-blue turtle with twin horns on its head and a dragon-snake coiled on its back! "Roar."

The giant turtle roared, and the void became like an ocean, raising towering waves!

"【That is the Sea-Calming Mystic Tortoise Shell?】"

At this moment, the Divine Capital stirred. Countless people were jolted from sleep,

rushing out to gaze skyward, only to see dragon and turtle battling high above, raising a thunderous roar that could be heard for hundreds of li!

"Is he going to fully refine the Sea-Calming Mystic Tortoise Shell?"

In the Divine Capital, Yan Yan Tianxiong's expression was solemn, his heart wary. If he truly could fully subdue this great Daoist Tianyun Daoist Tianyun Xuanbing, then this man's cultivation might well rival that of Pang Pang Wenlong and the Pure Yang Daoist of old!

To fully wield a Daoist Tianyun Xuanbing—this is something even supreme Grand Masters have never accomplished!

Boom.

Lei She rolled away, electric dragons tore through the sky!

The upheaval above the imperial city alarmed countless people. The domineering aura Wan Wan Zhuliu unleashed was enough to make even Huang Huang Longzi in Piandian feel wary!

But he immediately sensed something amiss!

Wan Wan Zhuliu didn't seem to be refining the Mystic Tortoise Shell; he seemed to be… fighting it?

Roar.

A high, resonant dragon cry pierced the sky. Wan Wan Zhuliu tore through the thunderclouds, blade in one hand, murderous intent surging between his brows:

"Submit, or I'll cut you down."

Clang!

The dragon's cry became the ring of a blade!

In a single slash, the sea of clouds for a hundred li was cleaved in two. The terrifying blade-light illuminated the Divine Capital once more, slicing across the sky above the city and leaving a scar that lingered long after!

Countless hearts trembled. To the common folk of the Divine Capital, that single slash had nearly split the heavens themselves in two.

Yet after that one slash, not only the Grand Masters, Masters, and martial artists in the city—even ordinary folk—felt a will of fury!

"Impossible."

On the Star-Gazing Platform, Wu Wu Yingxing's eyelid twitched, and he cried out in horror!

Among divine weapons, armor is the noblest. A weapon may not suit every hand, but even a masterless Mystic Tortoise Shell could never possibly withstand

Wan Wan Zhuliu wielding the Demon-Slaying Dragon God Blade!

Yet the fact was, that slash had missed.

Under the gaze of all, the Daoist Tianyun Xuanbing armor that had taken the form of the mystic tortoise vanished like a wisp of smoke into the void!

Rumble.

Thunder roared, shockwaves rolled!

In an instant, Wan Wan Zhuliu had vanished from the imperial city, and soon returned, landing on the Star-Gazing Platform bearing a killing aura that even Wu Wu Yingxing found chilling!

"Brother Wan, wait!"

Wu Wu Yingxing's breathing grew rapid. He exerted every ounce of his divination skill, and soon spat up a mouthful of backflowing blood as the coins in his hand scattered across the ground!

"This—"

Glancing at Wan Wan Zhuliu, whose face was dark as water, Wu Wu Yingxing's scalp went numb. "The omen shows…"

"A waterfall flowing backward, swallows returning to the nest… this Mystic Tortoise Shell seems to have… returned to the Eight Directions Temple?"

"This King isn't dead, what return to the temple are you talking about?"

Silver light surged and spun in Wan Wan Zhuliu's eyes like something running wild!

"Clang."

At that moment, the bell's resonance rang out!

Emperor Qian struck the Great Sun Jin Lin Bell, his brows tightly furrowed, his expression also extremely unsightly: "Master Wu, is this hexagram erroneous?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, there is nothing amiss!"

Wu Wu Yingxing was also frowning: "When Daoist Tianyun Daoist Tianyun Xuanbing has no master, it returns to the temple—this hexagram is not improper, but why the Mystic Tortoise Shell suddenly went into a frenzy, this minister truly, truly does not know!"

"Return to the temple, return to the temple!"

The murderous aura between Wan Wan Zhuliu's brows gradually faded, his voice low: "Since it has returned to the temple, this King will take it back again!"

Suppressing the raging fury in his heart with an absolutely powerful force of will, Wan Wan Zhuliu cupped his hands and said: "Your Majesty, this sacrifice should be moved up!"

"Then as you say!"

Emperor Qian was also seeing him lose composure like this for the first time, and upon hearing this, he nodded

his head: "As for the quota, it will have to change!"

Wan Wan Zhuliu was silent for a moment, then cupped his hands: "It is up to Your Majesty to decide!"

"It's really coming?"

Eight Directions Temple Grotto-Heaven, mountain peak, Li Yuan gazed into the void, a dazzling mystic-colored light drawing near from afar!

"Sea-Calming Mystic Tortoise Shell (Eleventh Order)"