The emergence of imperial blood indeed caught Lu off guard.
Yet alongside surprise, it felt inevitable.
Current Five Phoenixes was no longer weak in the Nine Heavens. Even against the Heavenly Spirit Clan, Five Phoenixes had the confidence to fight.
From the moment Five Phoenixes birthed its immortal-martial foundation, Lu knew those ancient emperors vanished in the primordial battlefield would eventually appear.
After all, he had witnessed the Void Heaven’s mysteries.
Whether Five Phoenixes’ rise through countless trials was the ancient emperors’ scheme—Lu didn’t know. But one thing was clear.
The peach Lu Ping’an planted—no one would pluck.
Fingers lightly tapping the wheelchair armrest.
Where did this imperial blood come from?
Head raised, Lu seemed to pierce the heavens, gaze penetrating barriers to behold beyond the Void Heaven.
Lu remembered when Cloud and Dao Clan sacred ancestors besieged with imperial weapons—a rift tore in the Void Heaven, beams shooting out, shattering two weapons.
That moment—a turning point, alerting Lu.
What lay in the Void Heaven’s rift—Lu still unclear. Good or ill—hard to say. Thus, vigilance essential.
Imperial blood’s appearance—perhaps a beginning.
A beginning of strikes against Five Phoenixes.
No longer playing chess, Lu’s mind stirred—entering the Preaching Platform.
Within, he began deductions.
Using imperial blood as layout—to birth more profound immortals in Five Phoenixes.
Lu needed to invest thought.
…
Great Xuan Calendar Year 600—sixth generation new Human Emperor Dantai Mo Jie ascended.
Like prior ascensions, Great Xuan citizens rejoiced—various celebrations for the new emperor, farewells to the old.
Mortals sentimental—fifth Human Emperor benevolent and resolute, ushering prosperity.
Compared to joyous masses.
Great Xuan’s stationed cultivators—expressions grave.
Heavenly fortune shift occurred post-new emperor ascension. Cause unknown.
Fortune profound—elusive.
Even heavenly/true immortals glimpsed little.
Only profound immortals faintly perceived.
Thus, none dared blame the new emperor.
Perhaps future human calamity affected fortune’s rise/fall.
Current Five Phoenixes cultivation system—ever flourishing.
Diverse professions bloomed like clustered flowers.
Fortune path’s popularity—many Five Phoenixes immortals preached ideologies for recognition and blessing.
Even refining, creating methods…
Making Five Phoenixes cultivation richly diverse.
Beyond traditional—alchemists, artifact forgers, array masters—emerged fortune gazers, puppeteers…
Post-Dantai Mo Jie ascension—no anomalies.
Diligent governance—daily memorials from provinces, handling affairs.
Like predecessors—prioritizing peace and prosperity.
In imperial capital.
Powerful primordial spirits swept—monitoring new emperor.
Overlord, Tang Yimo, and other half-step profound immortals—from Lu Mudui learning new emperor’s situation, came probing.
Human Emperor influencing human fortune—how ignore?
Yet years—no difference from prior emperors.
Thus, Overlord and others departed.
Cultivation urgent—half-step profound immortal bottleneck, seeking breakthrough.
Though Human Emperor diligent—human fortune shift subtly impacted realm.
Various calamities struck Great Xuan regions.
Droughts, snow disasters, floods…
Cultivators unfazed by natural disasters—but mortals suffered, many perishing.
Many cultivators, moved by compassion—emerged, combating calamities.
Calling wind/rain, diverting floods…
Saving mortals—gaining fortune blessing. Though modest—many broke through.
Calamities pressured Dantai Mo Jie—he redoubled efforts, seeking solutions.
Deep night.
Dantai Mo Jie stood alone in palace corridor—quiet, attendants dismissed. Pacing, savoring night’s serenity.
Pacing—mind replayed regional disasters.
Sighing, he returned to palace.
Continued affairs.
Reviewing memorials—mostly reports of cultivators emerging against disasters.
“Cultivators…”
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Dantai Mo Jie leaned back.
Since entering capital—curious about cultivation. Yet per Lu Mudui and father’s warnings—never touched.
Now emperor—faced immense trial.
Natural calamities—with mortal body, how resolve?
“If I could cultivate…”
Dantai Mo Jie leaned, eyes gleaming.
But soon shook head: “Human Emperor barred cultivation, longevity… heavenly rule…”
Records noted second Human Emperor’s pursuit of longevity—blinded, slaughtering demons. Demon Continent—once vassal—rebelled, founding Demon Clan King’s Court, eternal foe.
Deep contradictions.
Thus, Dantai Mo Jie set thoughts aside.
Picked memorials again.
Suddenly…
Pupils contracted.
Thump! Thump!
Heart sudden agony—he clutched chest, sweating profusely, elbow on desk, sweat dripping.
Vision—various scenes flashed.
Next…
Saw own heart—suspended drop of golden blood.
Pulsing—accelerating blood flow.
“What is this?”
Dantai Mo Jie curious. Faintly, golden blood whispered oddly.
Like murmurs in ear.
Ding…
With golden blood and heart pulse—some blood assimilated, faintly golden.
Golden blood circulated—birthing immense strength.
Boom!
Hair flying—faint overwhelming pressure suppressing all.
Long after.
Palace pressure subsided.
“This… cultivation sensation?”
Dantai Mo Jie gazed palms—enraptured smile.
Human Emperor barred cultivation?
Had he… broken heavenly rule?!
Next day.
Dantai Mo Jie summoned attendant—personally drafting decree: Black Tortoise Guards deliver cultivation resources to palace depths.
Attendant startled: “Your Majesty… resources for what?”
Dantai Mo Jie smiled: “Naturally—cultivation.”
Attendant horrified—waving hands: “Your Majesty—no! Human Emperor barred cultivation, longevity… Second generation committed grave taboo—reconsider!”
Dantai Mo Jie hesitated—second emperor’s fate wary.
Faintly—heavens seemed eyes watching.
Man acts—heaven sees.
Dantai Mo Jie sighed—about to relent.
Yet before speaking—chest sudden agony, golden blood trembling.
Thump! Thump…
Invisible fluctuation spread.
Dantai Mo Jie grew irritable.
“I am Human Emperor—cannot even allocate resources?!”
Dantai Mo Jie said.
Attendant stiffened—kneeling, banging head in apology.
Dantai Mo Jie drafted decree on desk—tossing to attendant.
“Go.”
Simple word—yet vast pressure. Attendant legs weakened, unable rise.
Attendant departed—Dantai Mo Jie touched cheek bewildered.
What happened?
Something influencing emotions?
“Chest’s golden blood?”
Dantai Mo Jie frowned—good or ill unknown.
“But… why cannot I seek cultivation resources?”
Attendant soon returned—with spirit stones. Quantity modest—Black Tortoise Guards allocation puzzled non-cultivating emperor’s request—assumed curiosity.
Spirit stones’ qi abundant—polished ornaments prolonged life.
Obtaining stones—Dantai Mo Jie swiftly absorbed energy fully.
Body strengthened. Daily golden blood released energy washing physique—growing ever robust.
“Prior Human Emperors barred cultivation—lacked means.”
“But I differ—I have my fortune!”
Dantai Mo Jie eyes gleamed.
If great cultivator—calamities waved away—better govern Great Xuan!
Even Demon Clan King’s Court—easily subdued!
This night—deep quiet, Dantai Mo Jie clenched fist silently.
Summoned attendant again—fetch resources from Black Tortoise Guards.
Attendant gazed fearfully—no refusal.
Yet this time—Black Tortoise Guards commander personally escorted to capital.
Imperial decree—subjects obey. Delivered—but queried purpose.
Facing commander’s inquiry.
Dantai Mo Jie smiling: personal cultivation.
“Human Emperor barred cultivation—why such thoughts?” Commander grave.
Night—parted unhappily.
News soon spread from commander.
Officials shocked.
Remembered Dantai Xuan’s longevity sins.
Another emperor pursuing cultivation.
Many scholarly officials remonstrated overnight.
Memorials snowflaked onto Dantai Mo Jie’s desk.
Each advising abandon cultivation intent.
Dantai Mo Jie read—face darkening.
Faintly sensing officials’ pressure suppressing him.
Clenching fist—chest golden blood pulsed faster.
Inhaling deeply—Dantai Mo Jie endured.
Abandoned fetching from Black Tortoise Guards—yet incident birthed intent cultivating personal guards.
Needed own force.
Next years—court showed no major anomaly—still diligent emperor.
Yet secretly—cultivated guards from youth. Beyond resources—used diluted golden blood nurturing.
His strength—under golden blood washing—unconsciously grew formidable.
Great Xuan Calendar Year 627.
Court—Dantai Mo Jie again increased personal guards’ resources.
Even restarted cultivation plan.
Many ministers opposed.
Yet now seasoned.
Clutching chest—golden blood pulsing.
Eyes narrowed—vast pressure radiating.
“I seek cultivation—you say no. More resources for guards—you say no… In your eyes—still I, the emperor?!”
Dantai Mo Jie coldly declared.
Shout—old minister trembled, coughing blood.
Blood staining beard.
“I am Human Emperor.”
Dantai Mo Jie sat dragon throne.
Golden blood influenced temperament—making him domineering, defiant.
Unwilling bound. Ministers’ restraints—made emperorship stifling.
Prior emperors couldn’t cultivate—lacked means.
But he differed—golden blood, already on path.
Now years—no longer hiding.
Court fell silent—stunned by outburst.
Yet one great scholar rose—still opposing.
“Your Majesty—Black Tortoise Guards your personal force. No need over-invest. Realm suffers calamities—internal disasters, external demon threats. Resources better to frontline soldiers against Demon Clan King’s Court!”
Scholar said.
Dantai Mo Jie displeased—rage surging, chest golden blood pulsing faster.
Whole being colder.
Lord-minister verbal clash.
Dantai Mo Jie outargued by scholar.
Furious—slammed desk.
Ordered scholar dragged—executed by waist.
“Minister—even dying—same words!”
Scholar righteous qi surging—roaring at Dantai Mo Jie.
Hall uproar!
Imperial guards emerged—dragging protesting scholar. Blood stained hall’s bluestone.
Hall chilled.
Gazing throne’s Dantai Mo Jie—felt Great Xuan… changing skies!
Venting rage—Dantai Mo Jie relaxed. Clarity—golden blood pulsed, vast energy washing physique—feeling ever stronger!
Respected scholar’s death.
Court exploded.
Memorials snowflaked.
Many scholars jointly entered hall—opposing Dantai Mo Jie’s plans.
Dantai Mo Jie gazed railing scholars.
Inhaled deeply.
Chest golden blood pulsed violently.
Whole being flaming.
Crack…
Wheelchair nearly crushed by uncontrolled force.
“I act—need sour scholars’ endless nagging?!”
Long after.
Dantai Mo Jie opened eyes—cold laugh.
Wave hand—personal guards acted.
Hall righteous qi surged—but guards utterly loyal to Dantai Mo Jie—unfazed.
Dantai Mo Jie radiated vast pressure—overwhelming righteous qi.
Pfft! Pfft!
Cold blades swung—blood sprayed.
Scholar after scholar, minister—heads rolled before jade steps.
Great Xuan palace—silent.
Historian tremblingly recorded…
Great Xuan Calendar Year 627—sixth Human Emperor seeks cultivation, tyrannical—slays over hundred scholars. Righteous qi scarce!
Tyrant name—spread in capital.
Boom!
Heavenly Secret Peak.
Lu Mudui opened eyes—gazing churning clouds, finger divination.
Eyes contracted.
Seemed blood rivers, unwilling scholar heads—resentment skyward.
“Dantai Mo Jie…”
Lu Mudui face paled slightly.
Finally… emerged?
Ascension instantly shifted fortune—this child… slew over hundred scholars. Heavenly righteous qi surged—slaying all opposing will—truly impacted human fortune.
Tyrant name—confirmed.
Worse than natural disasters—appeared.
Lu Mudui drifted from peak—staff in hand, gleaming coldly.
Aged face solemn.
Drifted to palace.
Beheld throne’s Dantai Mo Jie—terrifying pressure weighed on Lu Mudui.
“Master?!”
Dantai Mo Jie joyously beheld Lu Mudui.
Yet soon—seeing coldness—joy faded.
“Even Master… doesn’t understand me…”
Dantai Mo Jie chest golden blood pulsed violently—rage rising.
“Slaying over hundred scholars—you know your wrong…”
Lu Mudui face full disappointment.
Boom!
Dantai Mo Jie chest golden blood seemed explode—whole being golden streak, charging from throne.
“Master! What wrong have I?! How wronged?!”
Terrifying pressure—like suppressed cannonball—blasting.
Lu Mudui expression changed—Dantai Mo Jie’s pressure comparable Creation Venerable!
Human Emperor… cultivable?!
Boom!
Lu Mudui drew staff.
Heavenly immortal—he easily suppress Creation Venerable.
But…
Human Emperor bore vast human fortune—Lu Mudui’s staff draw—felt mountain crushing.
Backlash—coughing blood, retreating.
Dantai Mo Jie eyes gleamed—step by step approaching Lu Mudui.
Suddenly—righteous qi rolled.
Confucian-robed figure appeared beside Lu Mudui—lifting him, vanishing instantly.
Dantai Mo Jie’s pressure—rebounded.
Lu Mudui gazed beside—startled.
“Haoran?”
Meng Haoran nodded.
Face indifferent.
“Human Emperor unvirtuous—slays over hundred Haoran Sect scholars… Master orders me inform: from today—Haoran Sect secedes from Great Xuan.”
Meng Haoran coldly declared.
Then carried Lu Mudui—fleeing far.
Personal guards converged—Dantai Mo Jie emerged slowly.
Gazing vanished Meng Haoran and Lu Mudui.
“True immortal level… truly formidable. But… since I walk cultivation path—no one stops me!”
…
Origin Lake, Lake Heart Island.
Lu seated White Jade Capital pavilion—slowly opened eyes, ending Preaching Platform deduction.
Eyes lines dancing—soon beheld Great Xuan situation.
Precisely seeing fortune-backlashed, blood-coughing Lu Mudui carried away by Meng Haoran.
And faintly imperial might-radiating Dantai Mo Jie.
Corner mouth curled.
“Human Emperor walks cultivation path… while this young master deduced—breaks my rules…”
“My Lu Ping’an’s rules—not so easily broken.”
