Chapter 378 Seizing the Imperial Seal

With his current cultivation Realm, if anyone were to be tainted by even a sliver of his aura, they would undoubtedly be struck by the Heavenly Tribulation until not even dregs remained.

Inside the great hall, Yan Chu held two letters in his hand.

One of them came from the Great Black Heavenly Demon Cult in Northern Mang.

The Prodigy of the Great Black Heaven Demonic Sect, the Reincarnation of the Heavenly Demon, had replied to him.

Currently, he was hiding in the Cold Moon Abyss, a blessed land of the Great Black Heavenly Demon Cult. He was likewise unable to manifest in the world due to the suppression of heaven and earth, so he could only order the members of the Great Black Heavenly Demon Cult to gather Materials for the formation from everywhere.

The letter also listed many precious Materials, asking the World Society to help gather them together.

According to Meng Shu, even if enough Materials were gathered, it would take at least several decades to complete the setup of the grand formation.

After all, this was a grand formation capable of communicating with the Heavenly Demon Realm; naturally, it wouldn't be that easy.

Not to mention that the resources listed in the letter were all top-tier precious items. Yan Chu had never even heard of many of them. Even if he exhausted the power of the World Society, gathering them all would certainly not be accomplished overnight.

"Phew..."

Yan Chu let out a long breath.

He had thought Meng Shu's method would be easy to achieve, but now it seemed he had oversimplified things.

If he followed that method, he might have to wait over a hundred years before he could possibly achieve Ascension.

And it would be to a completely unknown and unfamiliar Heavenly Demon Realm.

Naturally, Yan Chu was unwilling to wait that long.

From being an ordinary person to his current state, his total time spent in cultivation was less than three years. To make him wait for a hundred years was definitely not something he wanted to see.

After all, he was a man with a cheat; how could he be like those ordinary people?

Wouldn't that be a waste of his System?

Setting Meng Shu's letter aside, Yan Chu opened the other one.

This letter had suddenly appeared outside the World Society's mountain gate not long ago, with "To be opened personally by Yan Chu" written on it.

Yan Chu was very familiar with the residual aura on the letter; it belonged to Gu Xingzhou, the master of the Number One Estate Under Heaven.

The World Society had already spread the news, but the other party had not come in person, instead sending Yan Chu a letter.

After reading the contents of the letter word for word, Yan Chu's expression became somewhat uncertain.

A moment later, he appeared in the Scripture Pavilion of the World Society.

This Scripture Pavilion was established by the World Society to house all kinds of classics gathered from various places, ranging from divine techniques and precious manuals to Jianghu anecdotes and medical miscellany; it was all-encompassing and had everything.

He had already cleared out the people in the Scripture Pavilion, and they had retreated hundreds of feet away.

Scanning with his Divine Sense, he quickly found what he was looking for.

It was a book recording strange occurrences in the Jianghu titled "Tales of the Mountain and Sea Traveler," written by an eccentric man named Shanhai Ke who traveled the Jianghu hundreds of years ago.

Yan Chu flipped through the book and found the content he wanted to see.

"In the depths of the Qu River, there hides a mysterious turtle. Its form is ancient and its Spiritual Qi is deep and condensed.

It carries a massive stele weighing a thousand jun on its back, the markings on the stele are mottled, carved with all the secrets of heaven and earth.

This turtle is endowed with the spirit of creation and understands the changes of Yin and Yang. It can trace the rise and fall of the past three thousand years and predict the fortunes and calamities of the next three thousand years.

The order and chaos of ancient and modern times, the strange tales of mountains and seas, and the tribulations of the living and the dead are all hidden within the stele's inscriptions and the turtle's consciousness. It silently dwells in the winding waters, never moving for eternity, a secret of the spiritual abyss."

"A giant turtle carrying a stele on the Qu River..."

Yan Chu's eyes flickered slightly, and with a wave of his hand, he fetched another book.

The ink on this book was somewhat fresh; it had only been placed in the Scripture Pavilion this year.

It recorded the observations of several old farmers, saying that a year ago, the waters of the Qu River suddenly surged, hanging upside down a thousand feet high, and a giant turtle walked upon the waves, letting out a human-like laugh.

"A year ago, that was exactly when the Tianzhu Mountain Blessed Land opened!"

"Gu Xingzhou told me to find this divine turtle. Does he mean it knows how to break through the world and achieve Ascension?"

"If that's the case, then where did Gu Xingzhou go? Could it be that he has already left this Realm?"

Shaking his head, Gu Xingzhou's background was mysterious. Although he personally claimed to be the State Preceptor of the Great Zhou Dynasty from four thousand years ago, that probably wasn't his true background.

Perhaps, like Meng Shu and Princess Yaoxi, he was also the Reincarnation of a great power from the Upper Realm.

"The divine turtle understands the changes of Yin and Yang and knows the rise and fall of the past and future. It has long since merged with the Luck of this world. To draw it out, only a Divine Artifact carrying endless Luck is possible."

These were the words from Gu Xingzhou's letter.

A Divine Artifact carrying endless Luck...

At this moment, the only thing Yan Chu could think of was the Great Jin Imperial Court's imperial seal of the realm.

The imperial seal of the realm had been passed down since the first Human Emperor established the Imperial Dynasty, never once interrupted.

Every generation of the Imperial Dynasty took the acquisition of the imperial seal of the realm as a symbol of legitimacy, and it carried the most robust Luck of Humanity.

This kind of Luck was different from the Luck of an Imperial Dynasty.

The Luck of an Imperial Dynasty would weaken with social unrest, the loss of the people's hearts, and the decline of the court, but the Luck of Humanity would not, because it carried the will of humanity from tens of thousands of years.

In a sense, the imperial seal of the realm was the number one Divine Artifact in the world today.

Even the nine cauldrons within Tianzhu Mountain were likely slightly inferior.

After all, these nine cauldrons were not the world-suppressing nine cauldrons from tens of thousands of years ago, but replicas cast by later generations.

The only deficiency was perhaps that the imperial seal of the realm was not a tool for combat and killing.

"Fine, since there are no better options right now, I'll do as Gu Xingzhou said and see if it actually works!"

Yan Chu's gaze was deep as he looked toward the direction of the Central Province in the north.

In any case, the Great Jin Dynasty existed in name only. It was useless for them to hold onto the imperial seal of the realm; they might as well give it to him.

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At the same time Yan Chu was considering the imperial seal of the realm, a world-shaking battle was taking place within the Imperial City of the Central Province.

Ever since the great battle at the Hanging Temple that day, Emperor Li Heming had retreated to the Imperial Palace.

The old monk from the Hanging Temple was heavily injured, and Emperor Li Heming's injuries were also not light.

But before his injuries could fully recover, someone had fought their way into the Imperial Palace.

Now, anyone with eyes could see that the Great Jin Imperial Court's fate had run its course.

Except for a national title, everything else had become an empty shell.

Even before Emperor Li Heming entered Tianzhu Mountain, he knew the court would inevitably collapse after he left; he just hadn't expected to return from Tianzhu Mountain.

The ones currently attacking the capital were none other than the monks of the Hanging Temple, Xue Bai, Old Man of Tianshan and his disciples, as well as the Ji Clan of the Hidden Dragon Clan, led by the Sword Saint of the East Sea, Xiahou Xi.

Over these years, the Hidden Dragon Clan had been hiding in the shadows.

One of the many rebel kings in the world today, King Yi, Ding Mu, was supported by them. In reality, he was a member of the Ji Clan named Ji Mu, and he was also present at the scene.

"Li Heming, hand over the imperial seal of the realm and step down from the throne, and we shall spare your life!"

"Otherwise, today you shall die without a place to be buried!!!"

Ji Mu was a Dual Divine Treasury Celestial, and his cultivation was worlds apart from Emperor Li Heming's, yet at this moment, he was undaunted and shouted his reprimand loudly.

Xiahou Xi stood in mid-air, her powerful Sword Intent like the tides of the sea, confronting Emperor Li Heming from a distance; she was the main force of this battle.