42: Chapter 42 The Emperor's Decree, the Nation's Fortune Transforms into a Dragon

The Ziyang Saint was stunned.

Having lived for tens of thousands of years, what kind of situation had he not seen?

Bloody battles between Saints, walking alone in forbidden zones.

He had even listened to the sound of the Dao outside the dojo of a Great Emperor.

His state of mind had long been unbreakable.

But today, his worldview was shattered by a young man holding a baby, using a method he could not understand at all.

Saintly Might.

The might of an Emperor Weapon.

With these two forces combined, it would be enough to crush a small planet into cosmic dust.

Yet, three feet in front of this man, all pressure vanished.

Like a mud ox entering the sea.

This was not a Divine Ability.

Nor was it a confrontation of Laws.

That three-foot Domain was simply a forbidden zone independent of this world.

"Playing god!"

The Ziyang Saint forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, attributing all of this to the opponent having some strange protective treasure.

Pressure is useless?

Then I will use absolute power.

I will erase you and your treasure, along with this ignorant land beneath your feet, from the world!

"For me, suppress!"

The Ziyang Saint was furious, and the Saintly magic power within his body madly poured into the "ziyang divine tower" above his head.

Hum—

An ancient humming sound came from the horizon, carrying a tremendous sense of oppression.

The pagoda, which was already magnificent enough, rapidly expanded under the infusion of the immense magic power.

One thousand zhang.

Five thousand zhang.

Ten thousand zhang.

In an instant, the ziyang divine tower obscured the entire sky.

The massive tower cast a shadow that enveloped the entire Imperial Capital of Great Xia.

The sun, moon, and star patterns carved on the tower all lit up, and stars were truly rotating within them; every flicker emitted a terrifying aura that suppressed all things.

This time, it was not just a bluff.

The true body of the Emperor Weapon had moved.

The base of the ziyang divine tower aimed at Li Xuan and smashed down with a piercing whistle.

If this strike landed solidly.

Let alone the small Imperial Palace, the entire Imperial Capital of Great Xia, along with the surrounding mountains, would be instantly crushed into a bottomless giant pit.

The territory of the Divine Dynasty would cease to exist.

"It is over..."

In front of the Golden Throne Hall, Li Zhan's face was pale.

In the face of this terrifying power, he could not even stand steadily; his entire person was firmly pressed to the ground, and he could only watch death fall upon his head.

Countless commoners had long since fainted under this terrifying pressure.

Death.

Was the only outcome.

However, Li Xuan, at the center of the storm, had a normal expression.

He even lowered his head and gently patted the back of his daughter in his arms.

Little Qingyue was a bit uncomfortable due to the huge shadow and was wrinkling her little nose.

"Be good, Yue'er, do not be afraid. With Daddy here, the sky will not collapse."

His voice was very soft, yet it could calm people's hearts.

After soothing his daughter, he finally raised his head and looked at the giant tower rapidly enlarging in his field of vision.

His expression finally had a slight fluctuation.

It was not fear, nor was it solemnity.

It was a kind of indifference.

It was an indifference that looked down upon all living things.

"In this Emperor's dynasty, you use power of this level."

"Did you ask this Emperor?"

Li Xuan's voice was not loud, and he did not use magic power.

But the moment these words were spoken, they clearly spread to every corner of the Great Xia Divine Dynasty.

From the Imperial Capital to the border towns.

From the plains to the deep mountains.

At this moment, all the citizens of Great Xia, regardless of whether they were unconscious or not, heard it in the depths of their Souls.

Li Xuan held his daughter with one hand and put his other hand behind his back.

His bearing was majestic as he spoke indifferently.

"Territory of Great Xia, follow my command, gather National Fortune into a Dragon, and protect my citizens."

The Human Emperor's command.

His words became Law.

Roar—

A dragon roar, louder and more high-pitched than at any time before.

Instantly exploded above the Great Xia Imperial Palace.

The Golden Dragon of Fortune, which had been dimmed by a single word from the Ziyang Saint earlier, instantly became excited, and its entire body boiled.

The next moment.

On the vast territory of the Great Xia Divine Dynasty.

From every inch of land, every river, and every citizen, strands of golden Qi rose up.

That was the will of the people, the territory, and the national destiny.

It was the "Luck" condensed by the entire Divine Dynasty.

Thousands of streams of Qi surged toward the sky above the Imperial Capital and poured into the body of the Golden Dragon of Fortune.

The body of the Golden Dragon expanded at a speed even more exaggerated than the ziyang divine tower.

Five thousand zhang!

Ten thousand zhang!

Fifty thousand zhang!

One hundred thousand zhang!

In the blink of an eye, it had turned into a giant golden dragon with a body one hundred thousand zhang long.

Its body was no longer illusory energy.

But was cast from real gold.

Every dragon scale was clearly visible, shining with holy radiance.

Golden divine flames burned in its dragon eyes, majestic and vast.

Filled with the will to protect.

Facing the falling pagoda, this guardian divine dragon had not the slightest fear.

Its massive dragon body spiraled upward, adjusting its posture.

Two towering dragon horns flashed with a daunting sharpness, actively meeting the base of the ziyang divine tower.

A hard confrontation.

This was a hard confrontation without any frills.

The Ziyang Saint was shocked; he could not believe it.

A Golden Dragon of National Fortune from a newly entered King-level Divine Dynasty, facing a true Great Emperor weapon, not only did not retreat, but actually dared to actively counterattack?

Mantis trying to stop a chariot?

Seeking death?!

"Stupid beast! Shatter for me!"

The Ziyang Saint urged all his magic power, and the speed at which the ziyang divine tower fell increased by another thirty percent.

In an instant.

Clang—

A loud noise suddenly exploded.

There was no energy explosion.

The sound was a purely physical collision.

The clashing of gold and iron.

The unbreakable dragon horns firmly pressed against the center of the base of the ziyang divine tower.

Time stood still.

The scene before them was something all witnesses would never forget for the rest of their lives.

That infinitely powerful Emperor Weapon, the ziyang divine tower, stopped ten thousand zhang above the Imperial Palace.

It stopped.

It just stopped abruptly in mid-air.

Beneath it, a golden giant dragon, larger than a mountain range, was steadily holding it up with its horns.

The might of the Emperor Weapon was nullified by the power of National Fortune.

That terrifying downward force was completely borne by the massive body of the Golden Dragon of Fortune, and then channeled into the land of the entire Great Xia Divine Dynasty below, without a single trace of residual power leaking out.

Pfft.

The Ziyang Saint was hit as if by a heavy blow; a mouthful of Saintly blood surged to his throat, only to be forcibly swallowed back down by him.

The indifference on his face was long gone.

Replaced by extreme horror.

"No, this is absolutely impossible!"

He roared wildly in his heart.

How could the National Fortune of a King-level Divine Dynasty be this strong?

This was completely contrary to common sense.

Let alone a King-level Divine Dynasty, even those top-tier Imperial Dynasties that had been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years could only rely on grand formations and their foundations to resist a fully awakened Emperor Weapon with their lives.

How could it be like this, just relying on the Golden Dragon of National Fortune to take it head-on, and still appear to be doing it with ease?

This could no longer be explained by common sense; it was as if the iron Laws of the cultivation world had been completely broken.

What kind of ghost place is this Great Xia Divine Dynasty?

And what kind of monster is this mysterious Human Emperor?

The Ziyang Saint desperately injected magic power into the ziyang divine tower, wanting to crush that golden dragon.

But the golden dragon was rooted in the entire heaven and earth, not moving an inch.

The two sides were actually deadlocked like this.

The Ziyang Saint's face turned purple-red.

He felt that he was not wrestling with a dragon; he was wrestling with a complete, thriving, and prosperous world.