46: Chapter 46 Burning of the Imperial City

Bang!

Old Ancestor Mo Li's body fell from high in the sky.

The imperial palace was instantly blown to pieces.

However, the Great Yan Dynasty's army on this side did not fare well either.

Each of them was listless, as if they had just recovered from a severe illness.

When the Formation was finally lifted, some soldiers' bodies began to ooze blood with a sizzling sound.

And these soldiers were not few in number.

Tens of thousands of fountains appeared, forming a spectacular scene.

Yuan Chen looked at the watermelon juice in his hand.

After thinking about it, he couldn't bring himself to drink it anymore and tossed it aside.

He stood up and walked forward.

At this moment, the army had already begun to pour into the city.

He had to follow to protect General Yang Jiuer, lest some unforeseen event occur at the last moment.

Ancestor Huoyun had landed and grabbed Old Ancestor Mo Li.

Then, without hesitation, he struck the man's forehead with his palm.

Delays lead to complications!

Zhu Zhen and the other man paid no attention to this.

After the army had secured the imperial city, the two of them slowly flew above the imperial palace.

They hovered beside Ancestor Huoyun.

"Then let's begin!"

Zhu Zhen looked at the two of them.

After Mark and Ancestor Huoyun nodded, he released the teapot.

The teapot spun twice in mid-air.

Its size gradually increased.

Once it completely enveloped the imperial city.

A phantom image of a Taiji diagram appeared.

Zhu Zhen took out two small teacups.

After handing one to Ancestor Huoyun, the two stood in the positions of the black and white Yin and Yang.

Mark stood guard vigilantly on the side.

Yuan Chen found this quite interesting.

A simple Low Grade Spiritual Artifact actually had such a function.

Within his line of sight.

After the two stood at the fish-eye positions, bursts of transparent Qi within the Damo Dynasty's jurisdiction drifted up from the ground.

Then, they surged from all directions into the enlarged teapot.

Yuan Chen lifted his foot.

A few caterpillar-like strands of white smoke emerged from the soles of his feet.

Yuan Chen tried to absorb them, but he couldn't capture them at all.

It stood to reason that only a cultivator who specialized in this Dao, like Shui Monong, could absorb them!

However, even if he could absorb them, he had no use for them.

Apart from potentially increasing the probability of a Sect-born descendant having stronger talent, this National Fortune had no other use.

Just as he was deep in thought, the giant teapot above began to tilt slowly.

A wisp of white light poured out from the spout.

When it was halfway poured.

The stream split into two branches.

Flowing into the teacups held by Zhu Zhen and Ancestor Huoyun.

At the same time.

The ground beneath Yuan Chen and the others began to shake violently.

The plants on the ground withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yuan Chen used his Divine Sense to investigate.

All the land within the range of his Divine Sense was in the same condition.

It seemed that even if Ancestor Huoyun incorporated Damo into his own territory without harming a single commoner.

Many people would still die from these disasters.

However, this had nothing to do with him.

He was just curious why the Devil Head cultivators hadn't made a move yet.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

An exclamation came from Zhu Zhen in the sky.

"What is going on? Why is the flow so slow?"

Inside the Formation deep within the imperial palace.

Hei Xuan held an identical teacup in his hand.

The only purpose of the Formation they had prepared was to impersonate the Yin and Yang fish-eyes and confuse the teapot.

The teapot was like a silly little female dog.

When feeding her two little puppies.

Suddenly, an identical puppy appeared.

Although she was somewhat confused, she still had to feed it when it was time.

Hei Xuan sneered.

Their Sect also coveted this National Fortune.

It was just that the commotion was too great when they came to the Immortal Sect territory to plunder.

It wouldn't take long to attract the attention of the Immortal Sects.

There was simply no opportunity.

"That's impossible, did you miscalculate?"

Mark asked with a frown.

"No, I have presided over the absorption of National Fortune more than once."

"I know exactly how much National Fortune each country should have."

Zhu Zhen shook his head and said.

Hearing this, Mark immediately expanded his Divine Sense to investigate the surroundings.

However, due to the influence of the isolation Formation, Mark had not discovered the location of Hei Xuan and the others.

Yuan Chen heard their conversation clearly.

He rubbed his chin.

So they had already made their move; he just hadn't noticed.

"Ancestor Huoyun, stop for a moment."

Feeling the loss of National Fortune accelerating, Zhu Zhen hurriedly called for a halt.

After some hesitation, Ancestor Huoyun stopped.

He wasn't sure if someone was actually stealing the National Fortune.

He glanced at Zhu Zhen suspiciously; perhaps these Sect people were up to something.

He had never trusted the Xuandu Sect.

But he was under their thumb, so even if he was suspicious, he dared not resist.

"Not good!"

Zhu Zhen and the other man looked at each other, their expressions turning ugly.

It turned out that even when they stopped, the teapot had not stopped pouring.

It was feeding that extra puppy alone.

"Which Fellow Daoist is here?"

Zhu Zhen shouted loudly.

But there was no response from within the imperial city.

"You're courting death!"

Zhu Zhen was furious.

A ball of fire appeared in his hand.

Then, he turned his palm and covered it downwards.

Balls of fire fell.

Mercilessly covering the entire imperial city.

He knew the other party must be hiding in the imperial city.

It was impossible to receive the teapot from too far away.

Since he couldn't find them, he would force them out.

In an instant, countless commoners in the imperial city were killed or injured.

Cries and screams were everywhere.

"Found you!"

When the fireball was blocked at a side hall of the imperial palace, Zhu Zhen immediately sensed the fluctuation.

He snorted coldly.

The two flew over simultaneously.

But before they could arrive.

They saw Hei Xuan and his group reveal themselves.

Hei Xuan had a dark face.

He didn't expect the other party to disregard the lives of the commoners and force him out in such a manner.

He was not yet prepared to escape.

He had his subordinates hurry to set up the one-time short-distance teleportation Formation provided by the Sect, while he stepped forward to buy time.

But he couldn't delay for too long.

The teleportation Formation had a limited range; if he summoned experts from the Xuandu Sect.

They would be caught back before long.

"The Xuandu Sect is indeed hypocritical, claiming to protect Mortals, but now you don't hold back at all when killing!"

However, hearing this, Zhu Zhen didn't care at all.

"So it was you Devil Heads."

"As for these people, they died entirely because of you; without you, they wouldn't have suffered this great calamity."

"There is no point in talking more; since you are here, stay here forever!"

Saying this, he attacked directly.

Hei Xuan shouted anxiously.

"Is it not done yet?"

Mo Yun hurriedly replied.

"Almost... It's ready, Deacon, go quickly."

Hei Xuan did not hesitate.

He turned and stepped onto the teleportation Formation that appeared behind him.

Seeing this, Zhu Zhen increased his speed.

At the last moment, a few Demon Sect Disciples were left behind.

"Chase! They can't run far."

Zhu Zhen snorted coldly and pointed in a direction, following the aura.

While shouting, he and Mark gave chase.

But before they could fly out of the imperial city's boundaries.

A cold-faced woman appeared before him.

"Senior Luo..."

Zhu Zhen had just uttered three words.

A fierce slap across the face landed.

Slap!

Zhu Zhen was stunned on the spot.

Mark also stopped in his tracks.