"This is the sorrow of the dragon race!"
"Even if I reach the Great Sage realm, I cannot change the current predicament of Wolong Yuan. My life has reached its limit, but Qinglong can. The Qinglong clan is the glory of the dragon race. With Qinglong, our dragon race can escape enslavement, stand tall, and walk in this world!"
As the old dragon spoke, tears streamed down his face. A powerhouse at the Great Sage realm was filled with grievances and helplessness.
"It will!"
"All of this will change!"
Wu Han said softly, "Follow me. If you are lucky, you will see the person you wish to see."
"Huh?"
The old dragon looked up in shock, finally noticing the armor on Wu Han. His face twitched, "It's Qinglong!! It's the aura of Qinglong!!"
"My lord! It is..."
"Follow me!"
Wu Han shook his head, leading the old dragon into the city, and then explained everything outside the city to Chen Tang.
After careful consideration, Chen Tang wrote a memorial, and had Li Guang take the memorial and the old dragon to Chang'an city.
A few hours later, Li Guang emerged from Micang Road with the old dragon and entered Chang'an city. However, the old dragon was not summoned. Instead, he was directly arranged to stay beside Bixi.
At first, the old dragon was filled with jealousy upon seeing Bixi. He envied Bixi, who was erecting a stele for the Emperor of the Great Han Dynasty, for being able to absorb the profound national destiny.
The old dragon, not having been summoned, did not complain. For within the imperial palace, standing in the square of Xuanzheng Hall, he could clearly feel the presence of Qinglong.
He knew that Qinglong was within the imperial palace, so he obediently guarded Bixi, waiting for the summons from the Great Han Emperor.
...
On the sixth day of the sixth month in the twenty-eighth year of the Great Han Dynasty, peaceful days quietly arrived.
"Your Majesty, everything is ready!"
In the Xuanzheng Hall of the imperial palace, Bao Zheng held an imperial decree and waited quietly by the side.
Yang Hao, clad in dragon robes and wearing a crown, with a Xuanyuan sword at his waist, looked calmly at the Empress Fan Lingyue and Imperial Concubine Ling Xuan beside him.
Crown Prince Yang Chen held the Imperial Seal, smiling at Yang Hao. Compared to a few months ago, Yang Chen had experienced the vicissitudes of the world and had become much more mature. Upon returning to Chang'an, he dedicated himself to studying under Zhang Zai and assisting Li Si in handling state affairs, greatly alleviating Yang Hao's burden.
Princess Zi Yi, as always, was mischievous. She tilted her head and smiled at her father and mother.
"Very good, let's go together."
Yang Hao nodded, glanced at Crown Prince Yang Chen and Princess Zi Yi, and then extended his hands, tightly holding Fan Lingyue and Ling Xuan.
In the square outside Xuanzheng Hall, a nine-hundred-and-ninety-nine-tiered platform had been erected, upon which rested the Nine Cauldrons, the national artifact of the Great Han. Layers of bronze divine light radiated across the territory of the Great Han.
The old dragon, witnessing the depth of the Great Han for the first time, now huddled close to Bixi, daring not to move. This was because Wu Han, on that day, was not even ranked among the front-row generals. If Wu Han was like that, then the generals standing in front of him must be incredibly powerful.
Not long after, Bao Zheng, the Minister of Rites who presided over the promotion ceremony, emerged from Xuanzheng Hall holding the imperial decree. The civil and military officials bowed their heads slightly, and the old dragon quickly followed suit.
He had been in Chang'an of the Great Han for over ten days, and had not yet seen the Great Han Emperor. Today, he was about to be in close proximity. Although he could not get the answer to his question, it was ultimately a step forward.
...
"Look quickly, in the eastern sky of Chang'an, there is a trace of purple! That is someone from Ziyun Mountain! The advancement of a Heavenly Dynasty has even attracted beings from Ziyun Mountain!"
"I wonder which great figure from Ziyun Mountain has arrived?"
In the eastern sky, a streak of purple, like purple energy coming from the east, marked an auspicious beginning for the Great Han's advancement.
"It should be Lord Zili. Ziyun Mountain is preparing for a clan youth competition soon. Currently, only Lord Zili has relatively free time."
A being observed the purple hue. Ziyun Mountain was a power established by the Ziyun Sable clan. The entire Ziyun Mountain governed twenty-six dao prefectures, with five Holy Lords as powerhouses. Zili was one of them.
"That's right! You're correct! The purple is tinged with red! The fierce aura is soaring to the heavens, it is indeed Lord Zili!"
"The Great Han Heavenly Dynasty indeed has great prestige! They announced to all directions, inviting them to witness the ceremony. I thought it was just an empty gesture, but unexpectedly, I never imagined that Lord Zili of Ziyun Mountain would personally appear! Remarkable! Remarkable!!"
Boom!
Behind the purple light, a sonic boom pierced the air. The powerful aura of Qi directly broke through the divine radiance of Lord Zili. A sword energy emerged, potent and imposing, with the momentum of a thunderclap and a torrential storm!
"That is! That is Lord Taishang of Jian Gong!"
The old dragon was terrified. Following closely behind Lord Zili was Lord Taishang of Jian Gong. Among the six lineages of Jian Gong, Taishang was renowned for its powerful sword energy!
Although he had not traveled the world, in Wolong Yuan, he had encountered prominent figures from the major powers of the west.
If even Jian Gong had come from so far away, Tuobajing would surely lead his army to sweep through this area. Even if he didn't come, it was likely that Tuobali would personally arrive to capture him and refine him into a pill.
"What... what is that?"
Just as the old dragon was worried, in the southern part of Chang'an city, waves of sea surged across thousands of miles. The approaching aura sent a tremor of immense fear through all beings within Chang'an.
Even the talented individuals of the Great Han couldn't help but break out in cold sweat and tremble all over.
"Such a powerful aura!"
Bixi's face changed drastically. Cracks appeared on the ground beneath his feet. The bricks and stones here were made of the finest spiritual materials and had been constantly bathed in the aura of national destiny, making them incredibly sturdy.
Boom!
Meng Tian, Xie Luguan, Zhan Deli, and Guan Yu stepped into the void simultaneously, guarding the south, their eyes fixed on the surging, turbulent waves.
Each wave was enough to shatter the four of them on the spot. That aura was far more powerful than theirs, and they were nowhere near capable of resisting it.
Guan Yu, at this moment, was reminded of the day he first emerged and went to the Blood Sea's Suspended Coffin. The scene today, while not as despairing as that time, was still enough to make his heart tremble.
"It's Supreme Guihai!"
"It's Supreme Guihai!"
Countless observing beings cried out in terror.
Supreme!
That was far, far more powerful than a being at the Holy Lord realm, a difference of two major realms!
All beings were shocked. How could a Supreme, who stood high above, come to witness the advancement of a power of ants?
"That's right!"
"It's Supreme Guihai!"
"Three million years ago, I saw him. He was a prodigy of the younger generation of the Zhulu Holy Sect. With a lifespan of only five million years, he had already reached the Supreme realm and become an unparalleled powerhouse!"