The Sims, My Alien Path

The palace.

The vermilion palace walls are tall and majestic, shining with an ancient and solemn light under the moonlight.

The guards on the city walls patrol back and forth, watching the surroundings vigilantly.

The golden glazed tiles cover the undulating palace roofs, like a giant dragon winding and circling in the sky.

The moonlight sprinkled on the tiles, reflecting a soft light, adding a bit of mystery to this imperial city.

The palace gate is majestic, and two huge stone lions are guarding majestically.

Their eyes seem to be watching everyone who enters and leaves the palace gate, guarding this center of power.

Ling Tian walked straight towards the palace, his steps were firm and calm, and his eyes revealed perseverance and determination.

At this time, the guards guarding the palace gate saw Ling Tian coming and immediately became alert.

The sound of the sword being unsheathed was particularly clear in the night.

Seeing this, the guard leader immediately shouted: "Stop, this is a restricted area of ​​the palace, no one is allowed to enter."

Ling Tian did not stop walking, and walked up to the guards and said lightly: "Get out of the way!"

"Looking for death!" The guard leader shouted angrily, and called on the other guards to rush up and surround Ling Tian.

"Huh?" Ling Tian just looked at the guards indifferently, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

He slowly raised his hand, and an invisible aura burst out from his body.

The guards froze in place in an instant, and some even fell to the ground timidly and paralyzed.

Their eyes were full of fear, as if they had seen something incredible.

Ling Tian didn't even look at the guards, and walked past them and entered the palace.

His back was as tall as a pine tree, exuding an invisible pressure.

"So strong!" Seeing this, the housekeeper following Ling Tian couldn't help but stare blankly, his heart was full of shock and awe.

Then he came to his senses and hurriedly followed Ling Tian's footsteps.

He was both frightened and excited, not knowing what would happen next.

Entering the palace gate, the wide white marble road stretched straight forward. The smooth stone slabs were carved with exquisite patterns, and each line carried the traces of time.

The moonlight sprinkled on the stone slabs, reflecting a soft light.

The palaces were arranged in a staggered manner, with flying eaves and arches, carved beams and painted buildings.

The colorful paintings under the eaves were bright and eye-catching, with patterns of auspicious dragons and phoenixes, flowers, birds, fish and insects, etc., which were lifelike, showing a high level of craftsmanship.

The red pillars were thick and upright, supporting the magnificent palace.

But at this time and place, it was full of murderous intent. Thousands of guards held knives and stared at Ling Tian who had arrived nervously.

There was a tense and repressive atmosphere in the air, as if it was about to explode.

Because Ling Tian walked into the palace, and the news of breaking into the palace had long been spread into the palace.

The entire palace was in a state of high alert.

The moment Ling Tian stepped into the palace, the palace guards surrounded him.

The sound of swords being unsheathed came one after another, and murderous aura was everywhere.

Seeing this, Ling Tian smiled coldly, and a strong breath burst out.

There was a trace of disdain in his eyes, as if these guards were just ants in his eyes.

The terrifying aura was like a surging wave, instantly impacting everything around.

The guards only felt an irresistible pressure coming at them, and like dominoes, they fell to the ground and lost the ability to fight.

Their eyes were full of fear and disbelief.

The movement here frightened the warriors guarding the emperor.

They were all masters in the palace, and they were highly respected on weekdays.

At this moment, they felt that powerful aura, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged in their hearts.

But due to their duties, they had to stand up and stop Ling Tian.

One by one, warriors rushed towards Ling Tian, ​​their figures were like arrows from a bow, with fierce momentum.

The air was filled with a murderous atmosphere, as if even the moonlight had become cold.

However, these warriors were as small as ants in front of Ling Tian.

Ling Tian just waved his hand lightly, and a wave of spiritual energy condensed in the air spread out.

Before those warriors got close, they were blown away by this powerful force, spitting blood, and could no longer get up.

Ling Tian walked towards Zhonghe Hall step by step, and every step he took was steady and powerful.

The powerful momentum spread like a substance, no one could stop it, and no one dared to stop it.

Wherever he went, the guards retreated, not daring to look him in the eye.

The moonlight sprinkled on Ling Tian's body, coating him with a layer of silver halo, adding a bit of mystery and majesty.

Soon, Ling Tian walked into Zhonghe Hall.

The palace was magnificent, with towering dragon pillars, demonstrating the majesty of the royal family.

However, at this moment, the entire palace was shrouded in a tense atmosphere.

Ling Tian's eyes were like lightning, and he quickly scanned the area and found that there were only a dozen people in the palace..

Zhao Yanran stood aside, her beautiful face full of worry and anxiety.

Her eyes were fixed on Ling Tian, ​​with both surprise and worry in her eyes.

Zhao Yuande, sitting on the dragon throne, was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and a crown on his head. He should have been very majestic.

But at this moment, his face was full of fear.

There were also several people below who were dressed differently from the Daqian Kingdom. Their eyes were full of doubts and vigilance, and they were obviously uneasy about the sudden change.

At this time, Zhao Yanran looked at Ling Tian with worry, tears in her beautiful eyes, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't dare to speak.

Ling Tian nodded to Zhao Yanran, with a hint of tenderness and comfort in his eyes.

Then, he turned his eyes to Zhao Yuande, and his expression instantly became cold as frost.

Zhao Yuande looked at the man in front of him who looked like a demon god in horror, and his heart was full of shock.

His hands tightly grasped the armrests of the dragon throne, and his knuckles turned white due to the force.

But he was the ruler of a country after all, and he knew that he could not show weakness at this moment.

So Zhao Yuande suppressed his fear, straightened his back, and said sternly: "Who are you and why did you break into the palace?"

Ling Tian smiled faintly, staring into Zhao Yuande's eyes with a sharp gaze.

His voice was not loud, but it seemed to have a kind of magic that made everyone present hold their breath.

"It doesn't matter who I am," Ling Tian said slowly, his voice low and firm, "What's important is——"

He paused, and his sharp eyes swept across everyone present like a sword, and finally fixed on Zhao Yanran's tearful eyes, "As long as I am here, no one can take Yanran away."

This sentence was loud and full of unshakable determination.

The air seemed to solidify at this moment, and the whole hall fell into a suffocating silence.

Only the faint flickering sound of the candlelight seemed particularly clear in this silence.

Zhao Yanran's pale cheeks flushed as she heard the words, tears sparkled in her eyes, and her emotion was beyond words.

She bit her lower lip tightly, as if trying to suppress her inner excitement.

Zhao Yuande's face was as gloomy as water, and his brows were furrowed.

He suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice: "I am Yanran's father, and I have the right to arrange Yanran's lifelong affairs."

Ling Tian raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth and responded calmly: "Even if you are Yanran's father, so what? Even if the king of heaven comes, he can't take Yanran away."

As soon as the voice fell, the young man next to him, dressed in gorgeous robes and with a wild and unruly face, finally couldn't hold back and said: "This is a matter of friendship between our two countries, what has it to do with you---hmm!"

Before he finished speaking, the envoy next to the young man suddenly changed his face and suddenly reached out to cover his mouth.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from the envoy's forehead, and his eyes were full of fear.

Ling Tian slowly turned around, his cold eyes fell on the arrogant young man.

An invisible pressure instantly enveloped him, as if the sky and the earth changed color at this moment.

"Ah~" The young man's face turned pale as paper, his legs softened, and he sat on the ground.

He trembled all over, and a pool of yellow liquid flowed out of his crotch uncontrollably, emitting an unpleasant smell.