Long Live The Emperor!

Chapter 558: 28. If You’re Worthy, I’ll Go Against the World for You

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Under Xia Ji’s meticulous compilation, this cultivation technique was very powerful from the first level.

It would be fine if you cultivated other cultivation techniques, but you were destined to be crushed by this Xuan cultivation technique, from the first realm to the final realm, and the further you went, the greater the difference.

Now, in this winter, there were already many people sitting in the Ten

Thousand Swords Temple, listening to the Seventeenth Prince’s lecture.

Even Gongyang Zhang, who was at the peak of level 13, listened curiously. After cultivating for a while, he began to listen to the lecture every day.

Gradually…

In less than a year, the Ten Thousand Swords Palace had attracted a lot of people.

The chaos in the sect had been pacified, and the killing and tribulation demons were targeted at extraordinary humans. They had little to do with mortals unless they happened to be involved.

Such an environment, to a certain extent, allowed ordinary people to have the subjective condition of a desire for supernatural powers, and also the objective condition of a relatively safe life.

Unknowingly, another year passed.

The Seventeen Sons of Qi were already seventeen.

Mengmeng was also eleven years old.

At this moment…

On the stage outside the Ten Thousand Swords Training Hall in the capital of Qi State, the young man sat cross-legged. Meng Meng stood behind him with an umbrella in her hands. There were tens of thousands of people listening to his lecture around them.

The snow is falling,

A layer of pure white was spread on the surface of the big black umbrella.

The wind blew and the snow fell again.

The Seventeenth Prince enunciated his words clearly. The surrounding people were silent and listened respectfully.

What he taught was, ” Only kindness and self-improvement can make you stronger. ‘

There was no other reason.

This Heavenly Constitution was a supreme technique that he had extracted from the 4-44 million Dharma Idols, Yin Yang, and Saber.

Who could suppress this technique?

Even in the future, it would be impossible to burn this technique unless no one in the sect cultivated it. Otherwise, as long as the book was destroyed because of selfishness, the defense of the heart would be broken, and the inner demons would grow. From then on, this supreme technique would become a poison that tortured people. At the very least, it would not advance in realm, but at the very worst, it would be possessed by the devil and all of its power would be wasted.

Xia Ji vaguely remembered that he had once preached in the Great Shang Imperial Capital 1,500 years ago. However, he had hidden his greed and had integrated the Three Lifetimes Dhyana into his words. Although he had gained something, he had also imprinted his spiritual imprint on him and made him submit to him to a certain extent.

Now, it seemed ridiculous.

Although the Three Lifetimes Dhyana had the names of past, present, and future, it had stopped at the ninth realm. Even Miao Miao could not write the rest.

Now, he had already surpassed the limits of the dhyana technique. He could see clearly that this dhyana technique was not a real dhyana technique, or it had been distorted to a certain extent.

How can the way of Zen be passed on to others?

Words could not be passed on, and words could not be passed on, so how could there be a mystic skill?

Branding a spiritual imprint on others seemed to strengthen oneself, but in reality, it was a small loss. One’s Dao heart was tainted and was no longer flawless.

At this moment, he seemed to have gained nothing from preaching, but in fact, he had gained a lot.

Because when he helped others, he also helped himself.

It had been two years since the war between the Demon Venerable and One

Monarch of the West.

In these two years, many things had happened in the sect.

In fact, not long after the invasion of the West, the East had also discovered a book that had reached the 14th level.

This book was very interesting. One page could only write one name.

If your destiny wasn’t heavy enough, it wouldn’t be written.

However, karma could improve one’s fate. Therefore, to a certain extent, the peak of level-13 was a prerequisite for beinq able to write one’s name on the

book.

However, what if someone had not even reached the first realm, but had such a

heavy fate that he could be considered a book without any karma?

That was not clear. After all, it had only been a short time, and the sect had not encountered such a situation.

The place where the book was born was near the black tide.

This black tide could condense into a pool or a lake.

The larger the scale, the easier it was to produce books.

The number of pages in each book was extremely limited. If the person who wrote it did not have a heavy Life Providence, although it could not be written, it would still consume a page in the process of trying. This increased the rarity of the book, and it also forced cultivators to take the risk to enter the Black Tide area to explore.

However, the strange thing was that once a person who had entered the 14th level stepped into the black tide, the black tide would abandon everyone and only target the 14th level.

Then, what exactly was this black tide?

Whose bones were those inside?

What was the reason?

No one knew.

But …

The sect was finally stable.

Because of the existence of the Demon Venerable, the Wan Jian House became the number one sect in the north of the Half Sky Mountain. However, the war was far from over. The Emperor and the Empress were still alive. They had only retreated to the west to recuperate. However, they were afraid of the Demon Venerable. If the Demon Venerable was still in the east, they would not dare to invade.

Now that the western sects had lost their advantage, it was time for them to develop.

At this moment…

Wan Jian House.

The new sect master was Yu Long’s disciple, Chun Shanjun.

This person might not be the strongest, but he was experienced and calm. He had also made a name for himself in the war between the East and the West, and he had also provided first-hand information about the Blacktide incident.

As for Xu Lingling and Du Bai, they were both at the level of the sect’s ancestors.

And this new sect master had obviously encountered an extremely troublesome matter.

He sat high up in the main seat of the hall, holding a book in his hand and flipping it over and over, sighing from time to time.

“Monster, he’s really a shockingly talented monster! Such a Xuan Skill…’