222: Chapter 222 The Imperial Seal of Fangtian, the Investiture of the Gods

"Nether, oh Nether, I do not yet understand musical rhythm, and cannot play the nether demonic zither. Otherwise, if I were to play a melody, I wonder what a magnificent sight it would be."

Hun Tiandi gently stroked the nether demonic zither, a look of anticipation appearing in his eyes as he couldn't help but sigh.

The nether demonic zither in his hands could be considered a supreme treasure among ancient zithers; if he understood musical rhythm, he could play the Purgatory Soul-Suppressing Melody and unleash sonic attacks.

Even a common musical score could be played with such charm that it would erupt with earth-shattering power.

According to the description of the Purgatory Soul-Suppressing Melody, the art of sonic techniques is unfathomable, and to forge the nether demonic zither requires immense power.

Only with immense power can one realize their dreams and face all kinds of dangers...

Hun Tiandi set the nether demonic zither aside, flipped his hand to take out a pile of materials, and used the nine dragon fangtian ancient jade obtained from Tianmen Mountain.

He injected blood into a transparent bead, formed seals to refine the blood-colored bead, and reached out to fuse the nine dragon fangtian ancient jade into it.

The nine dragons seemed to come alive, twisting frantically.

The dragon heads struggled, wanting to break their confinement, shatter the heaven and earth furnace, and transform into dragons to soar into the sky.

Yet they were unable to break free, emitting bursts of angry dragon roars.

"Roar!"

The nine dragons roared in fury, causing ripples in the space before them as they struggled wildly; Hun Tiandi watched coldly, according to the records of Forging the Heavenly Court.

The most perfect nine dragons, after being fused into the heaven and earth furnace, would struggle unceasingly, and only then would the spirituality of the nine dragons truly awaken.

However, without a treasure to suppress the nine dragons, in the end... it might actually be possible for them to break open the furnace, shatter the confinement, and escape, leaving the treasure refiner with nothing.

A treasure? Hun Tiandi naturally had one. He flipped his hand and took out a red bead, the size of a fist, to suppress the nine dragons.

This was one of the seven treasures from the initial clearance trials; since it could be kept separately by the Heavenly Silkworm Dou Di, this bead was by no means an ordinary treasure.

"Roar!"

After placing the red bead inside, the nine dragons seemed to see some sort of delicacy and rushed toward the red bead.

They even abandoned their previous desire to break the confinement in an instant.

The nine dragons vied for the bead, each opening their mouths to swallow it. As they opened their mouths, the red bead released a burst of light, emitting endless suppressing power, and the figures of the nine dragons paused, becoming imprisoned.

Ultimately, it formed the appearance of a huge imperial seal, with nine dragons coiling above, vying for the red bead, and a large seal base below.

Under Hun Tiandi's controlled refining, eight ancient characters appeared on the bottom: "Having received the mandate from Heaven, may one enjoy eternal prosperity!"

The eight ancient characters were incredibly arrogant, containing a heavy and vast aura; if one were to glance at them, they would get a feeling of dominating the world.

Hun Tiandi had already made up his mind to follow the path of a fortune dynasty. After establishing his dynasty, he would issue imperial edicts and stamp them with this mark of destiny.

An imperial seal, the nine dragon fangtian.

"Bestowing the name: fangtian imperial seal!"

Hun Tiandi officially named it. It was the symbol of a dynasty and a nation, suppressing infinite fortune, with the nine dragons swallowing the bead above and the "Having received the mandate from Heaven, may one enjoy eternal prosperity" inscription below.

This was Hun Tiandi's only imperial seal, his only supreme treasure.

"Hehehe! It was finally successfully refined. The fangtian imperial seal is the supreme symbol of Hun Tiandi's founding of a nation. Once the imperial seal appears, who can compete with it? It suppresses the four poles."

It collects the fortune of heaven and earth—heavenly fortune, earthly fortune, and human fortune. It suppresses a nation, a dynasty, and the entire world.

Hun Tiandi solemnly placed it aside, just like the nether demonic zither.

"A silkworm? No, it looks like a silkworm. Two nine-colored creatures, about a foot long, are spitting out threads of nine-colored light, but atop the heads of these two little creatures, there are two horns each..."

Hun Tiandi walked into the side hall. The two silkworms were spitting out nine-colored threads, which formed a spherical shape, and they kept spitting silk around the nine-colored sphere.

The nine-colored sphere continued to grow...

This was the Nine-Colored Dragon Silkworm, which was also another key item mentioned in Forging the Heavenly Court for establishing a dynasty, its importance no less than the nine dragon fangtian ancient jade.

It was a necessary item for forging a heavenly dynasty.

"A pair of Nine-Colored Dragon Silkworms!"

When the Nine-Colored Dragon Silkworms finish spitting silk, it is the day of their transformation into dragons. Dragon silkworms transforming into dragons?

The original form of the Heavenly Silkworm Dou Di was a Nine-Colored Dragon Silkworm. This pair of dragon silkworms was also raised by him, waiting to be tamed when they transformed into dragons to be used for his own purposes.

These nine-colored silken threads were also incredible materials; they were super materials for refining treasures.

Hun Tiandi did not need dragons; he needed to kill them, merely requiring their bodies. The silk currently spat out by the two Nine-Colored Dragon Silkworms was also sufficient...

"Whew!"

Taking a deep breath, he grabbed another transparent bead again, followed the same procedure, filled it with blood, moved his hand, and grabbed the Nine-Colored Dragon Silkworms and the nine-colored silk ball, fusing them into the empty spirit bead.

The two dragon silkworms struggled frantically, twisting desperately with tremendous strength.

Hun Tiandi continuously poured blood to strengthen the furnace, and after half an hour, it was finally activated.

The dragon silkworm bodies burst open, struggling to reveal two true dragons, each a foot long; the two true dragons were full of vitality.

He controlled the true dragons to pull in opposite directions unceasingly, forming the required object.

An hour later. The two true dragons stopped and ceased struggling. They were in a state of neither living nor dead, retaining their consciousness, but their bodies could not move.

Having bled continuously to refine treasures, Hun Tiandi's fair face became even paler, and a trace of exhaustion appeared in his eyes. He had lost too much blood!

The two one-foot-long true dragons revealed nine dragon claws. Each dragon claw seemed to grasp a piece of cloth, and the silk spat out by the Nine-Colored Dragon Silkworms was refined into the finest satin.

The satin was nine meters long and five meters wide, combining to signify the supreme honor of "nine-five," presenting nine colors of light as if condensed from the clouds in the sky.

On the back of the satin, it did not manifest the two characters for "Imperial Edict." Three ancient characters appeared on the back, presenting a nine-colored hue, appearing neither illusory nor real, neither solid nor insubstantial.

The investiture of the gods scroll!

This was the second founding item. Besides the imperial seal, there had to be an investiture of the gods scroll to enfeoff ministers and reward or punish the world.

This investiture of the gods scroll was extremely important; it was the source of a nation's imperial edicts. It communicated with the heavens above and examined the sentiments of the people below. It acted on behalf of Heaven to confer titles upon gods, rewarding and punishing all living beings.

"Bestowing the name: investiture of the gods scroll!"

This was also the ultimate goal of the investiture of the gods scroll. Right now, it was only initially refined and required the refining of fortune; it was still far from complete.

After finishing refining the two treasures, he closed his eyes to regulate his breathing, his internal Dou Qi circulating frantically to restore himself.

The abundant energy of heaven and earth surged, submerging Hun Tiandi's figure.

A month later, Hun Tiandi slowly opened his eyes. The energy lingering around his body dissipated like a receding tide, revealing his figure.

He flipped his hand to take out two boxes, solemnly placed the fangtian imperial seal and the investiture of the gods scroll into them respectively, and put them into his storage ring.

Only then did he truly breathe out a sigh of relief.

He put away the nether demonic zither, stood up, and walked outside. Creak—he pushed open the door and looked at the familiar ruins; it was time to leave.

Inside the Time Tower. Elder Dan and his group were waiting patiently. Watching Hun Tiandi emerge, Liu Ling and Yan Xing hurriedly bowed.

"You finally came out..." Lei Xuanji complained.

Although Feng Qianyou did not say much, a trace of something unusual appeared in her beautiful eyes.

Hun Tiandi thought to himself that with the treasures left behind by the Heavenly Silkworm Dou Di, he already possessed the capital for his rise.

Once he stepped into the outside world, it would be time for conquest.

"Mm, since you are impatient from waiting, then let's go!"

Immediately, the group walked toward the outside of the Time Tower, and in the blink of an eye, they appeared outside the pagoda.

Hun Tiandi beckoned with his hand, and the huge Time Tower suddenly shook violently, its entire body flashing with bronze light as it rapidly shrank.

In the blink of an eye, it became only the size of a palm, landing in his hand full of spirituality.