205: Chapter 205 Breaking Through with a Single Finger! Xia Qingyue Breaks Through, the Emperor's Grace is as Heavy as a Mountain!

Lu Chen recited the following verses while his finger lightly brushed Princess Xia Qingyue's forehead.

The moment the white light entered her brow, Princess Xia Qingyue's Spiritual Sea surged.

It was not the slow expansion common during a surge in cultivation, but a dam-bursting rush.

The Great Emperor Origin, mixed with insights into the Heavenly Dao, drove straight in. Wherever it passed, it felt like a spring breeze, refreshing the soul.

She did not stay in the Middle Stage of the Immortal Platform for long.

Immediately after, the surging Spiritual Qi rushed toward the next barrier, entering the Late Stage of the Immortal Platform directly.

In normal times, she would have needed at least half a year of seclusion to even touch the opportunity for a Breakthrough, but the Great Emperor Origin and the Great Emperor's empowerment simply did not follow logic.

Princess Xia Qingyue's Xuanhuang Heavenly Spirit Body was completely activated. The power of the Heavenly Spirit, which had been silent in her body for a long time, surged out and merged with the Great Emperor Origin, forming an even more majestic torrent, causing her cultivation to continue surging upward.

The Great Perfection of the Immortal Platform was almost within reach.

The golden light of the tide where Spiritual Qi gathered radiated from her body. Her pale golden palace dress was puffed up by the Spiritual Qi, her long hair flew, and the vermilion mole between her brows looked even more beautiful.

In the hall of Wangyue Tower, everyone was shocked by the sudden anomaly of this Breakthrough.

Yue Yihao's jaw almost dropped to his chest.

"Breaking through two Realms in a row?"

The Prodigy beside him was already speechless, just opening his mouth mechanically, the same thought looping in his mind.

With a casual point of his finger, the Great Emperor allowed a Genius to break through two Realms on the spot.

Princess Xia Qingyue opened her eyes. Her aura soared from the Early Stage of the Immortal Platform to the Late Stage of the Immortal Platform, and it was still climbing toward Great Perfection.

Although it finally stopped at the Peak of the Late Stage, this was already a result that left everyone dumbfounded.

She slowly raised her head, but Lu Chen had already turned around.

His back in the black robe was calm and composed. His left arm steadily supported Yue Shiyun, and beneath his feet, blue lotuses bloomed one after another, only to wither one after another.

Flowers bloomed and fell within just a few steps.

He did not look back at her.

Princess Xia Qingyue pressed her fingers to her brow, her fingertips covering the vermilion mole. The temperature of his fingertips still remained there, scalding hot.

Her heart was beating violently in her chest.

The scene from just a moment ago flashed through her mind: he recited poetry and the world responded; he wrote and the Law manifested; he raised his hand and pointed, and she was enlightened; he turned around and lotus flowers bloomed with every step.

Literarily, he could prove the Dao with poetry; martially, he could suppress the ages.

The Great Xia Dynasty advocated governing the country with literature and stabilizing it with martial arts. It was precisely because this philosophy was too idealistic, and people who possessed both were one in ten thousand, that the Imperial Dynasty gradually declined.

In the imperial court, civil and military officials undermined each other, neither willing to yield to the other, leading to thousands of years of internal strife.

But the man before her had effortlessly taken both to the extreme.

If someone like him were the Revered Master of the Imperial Dynasty...

As soon as this thought popped up, Princess Xia Qingyue was startled by herself, and her ears burned red.

She didn't think too much, nor did she dare to, her knees went weak, and she knelt down.

The hem of her pale golden palace dress spread out on the warm jade floor, and she lowered her forehead deeply toward Lu Chen's back.

"Qingyue thanks Emperor Yun for the grace of the Dharma and enlightenment!"

This shout was heard by the entire hall.

The Eldest Princess of Great Xia, the holder of the Xuanhuang Heavenly Spirit Body, was currently kneeling behind a man, her posture humble to the dust.

Because she had just experienced a Breakthrough and her aura had not yet fully stabilized, her chest heaved violently and rapidly.

The high collar of her pale golden palace dress opened even wider at this bowing angle, the neckline stretched into a larger gap, and the golden light reflected against her fair skin, with curves so full that they pushed the fabric into an exaggerated outline.

Lu Chen stopped. He did not look back, but the Great Emperor's perception was everywhere.

A gentle Protective Aura drifted out from behind him, silently supporting Princess Xia Qingyue's arms and knees, slowly lifting her from the ground.

"Get up."

Princess Xia Qingyue was supported by the Protective Aura and stood straight, though her legs were still a bit weak, and the residual Spiritual Qi from the Breakthrough surged in her Meridians.

She raised her head and stared at the black back that had never turned around, her hands unconsciously gripping her dress.

Lu Chen continued to walk forward.

His pace was very slow, unhurried. With every step he took, a blue lotus bloomed; with every step he lifted, a blue lotus withered.

He was still reciting.

"Mistakenly pursuing worldly joys, I have exhausted the logic of chaotic emotions."

"Ninety-six holy monarchs, floating clouds hang on empty names."

Sentence after sentence, every word carried the Great Emperor's insight into the Heavenly Dao. The moment they were uttered from his lips, they resonated with this world.

Golden runes condensed in mid-air, more and more, denser and denser.

Yue Shiyun lay on his shoulder, her silver hair hanging down into the crook of his arm, her red eyes half-closed, the corners of her mouth curved.

"Revered Master Brother's recitation sounds so good."

"Hmm, sleep."

"I won't sleep, I want to listen."

Lu Chen patted her back, continued walking, and continued reciting.

When the last few lines fell, his footsteps stopped.

He stood in the center of the hall, surrounded by seven blue lotuses under his feet, with golden Law runes circling above his head.

The entire poem was recited.

The hall was silent for three breaths.

Then, the sky changed.

Above the dome of Wangyue Tower, in the clear sky for ten thousand miles, the Spiritual Qi began to liquefy.

One drop, two drops, three drops.

A fine Spiritual rain fell from the sky, passed through the roof of Wangyue Tower, passed through the gaps in the Formation, and fell scatteredly on everyone in the hall.

The Spiritual rain did not just fall on Wangyue Tower.

Throughout the entire capital, within a radius of hundreds of miles, Spiritual Qi turned into rain, falling from the sky.

Millions of people in the city looked up at the sky, watching the crystal-clear Spiritual raindrops fall on their palms, shoulders, and cheeks, feeling the moistness of the Spiritual Qi seeping into their skin.

Spiritual rain fell upon the city.

This was a Heavenly anomaly only recorded in ancient books. The last time it appeared was a legend from hundreds of thousands of years ago when an Imperial Dynasty Great Emperor proved the Dao.

In the hall, Yue Yihao was the first to stand up.

He clapped his hands loudly, one after another, shaking the broken porcelain pieces in front of him on the floor.

"Good! Very good!"

The Prodigies behind him stood up in unison, and applause erupted.

It was not just the Wushuang Immortal Dynasty side.

The Prodigies of the two dynasties, regardless of their factions, all stood up.

Applause, cheers, and exclamations merged into one.

"A song through the ages! This is a song through the ages!"

"A poem that resonates with heaven and earth, bringing Spiritual rain to the entire city. Emperor Yun is truly worthy of being a Senior!"

Yue Yihao turned to look at Chu Wushuang, a look of extreme gratification on his face.

"You Chu! Is there any need to compare?"

He stretched out his large hand and pointed at Chu Wushuang's nose.

"You struggled for an incense stick's time and made so many poems, but not a single one could resonate with heaven and earth! Not even a single leaf fell!"

Chu Wushuang's face was no longer white; it was gray.

"I think there is no need to compare anymore."

He paused and changed the subject.

"The poems you wrote just now are indeed exquisite, but when you recited them yourself, why did the Heavenly Dao have no reaction?"

When this sentence fell, the eyes of many people present changed.

"The poems you wrote, could it be that they aren't yours?"

Yue Yihao slapped his thigh and raised his voice to the highest pitch.

"Yes, yes, yes! They must be stolen! Maybe they were stolen from Emperor Yun!"

The words were crude but true.

Chu Wushuang's legs were shaking, his lips moved a few times, but he couldn't spit out a single word.

The hall was filled with Spiritual rain, everyone's eyes were focused on Lu Chen, and applause and cheers rose one after another, coming from the heart, without a hint of pretense.

Because they had witnessed with their own eyes the miracle of a Great Emperor proving the Dao with literature.

Just then, the curtains on the second floor of Wangyue Tower were torn open.

A Quasi-Emperor level pressure poured down from the second floor, golden Dragon Qi surged, and the temperature of the entire hall suddenly rose by ten degrees.

Yue Qingxuan, dressed in a golden-purple dragon robe, stepped into the hall from the second floor.

Her Phoenix eyes were curved, the arc of her mouth could not be suppressed, and her eyes looking at Lu Chen were full of undisguised admiration and pride.

That was her man.

However, the moment her feet touched the ground, the Void Realm cracked.

It was not a crack caused by a Formation; someone had forcibly torn open the space barrier with Quasi-Emperor power.

A figure walked out of the space crack.

A middle-aged man, wearing a black-gold imperial robe, with a purple-gold crown on his head, a firm face, and a short beard under his jaw.

The monarch of the Great Xia Dynasty, Emperor Xia Wuji.

His first look was not at Lu Chen, but at Princess Xia Qingyue.

Princess Xia Qingyue stood beside the white jade seat, the golden light of her Breakthrough still lingering on her pale golden palace dress, her aura firmly stopped at the Late Stage of the Immortal Platform.

Emperor Xia Wuji turned around.

The supreme rulers of the two Imperial Dynasties stood side by side in front of Lu Chen.

Yue Qingxuan's Phoenix eyes were smiling, her Tyrant Body blood and Qi were mostly restrained, and she only used the softest gaze to entangle with Lu Chen.

Emperor Xia Wuji took a step back, clasped his hands, and bent his waist.

The spine of a Quasi-Emperor Sixth Transformation bent to an angle of nearly ninety degrees in front of the Great Emperor.

"Emperor Xia Wuji of Great Xia, pays respects to Emperor Yun!"

His forehead almost touched the back of his hands.

"Thank you, Emperor Yun, for the cultivation and enlightenment of my unworthy daughter!"