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Chapter 775 6. Lord of the Nine Skies

The Northern Royal City is located at the end of this permafrost wasteland, and behind it is the holy mountain that separates it from the North Sea.

The bronze spires pierced the leaden sky, and the sound of the North Sea waves and the thunder in the sky fell into the royal city.

The carriage swayed, the scarlet curtains fluttered, the Son of God lit the incense in the room and brewed tea.

Seeing the tea smoke rising, the Holy Son said: "The royal city of Cangjue, the pearl of the Northern Plains, is one of the largest cities in the entire Nine Provinces. The imperial capital of Yan State is not majestic enough, and the holy land of Taoism is not grand enough. When people see Cangjue, they all say that there is no other royal city besides Cangjue."

Li Xi'an looked outside the carriage. He had only caught a glimpse of it before, but only now did he truly notice the magnificence of this huge city.

The towering white gate is carved with the totems of all the tribes in Beiyuan: the gray wolf, the sky fox, the snow girl, the fierce tiger, and all kinds of totems are condensed on both sides of the gate, just like all the tribes guarding this pearl of Beiyuan.

The Ice Phoenix with wings covered in snow hovered above the dome of the city gate with its head held high. The Panlong held lightning in its mouth, which flickered with every breath. The silver threads of the pilgrims' robes stepping into the city floated in the static electricity, and tiny sparks of electricity continued to explode at the ends of their hair. This was a power that belonged exclusively to the Lord of Beiyuan. The lightning floating in the air symbolized that he had never taken his eyes off them.

The snake caravan was winding across the ice bridge, the scales rubbing against the bronze tiles and sparks flying, the priest of the Snow Plain White Elephant Clan used his long trunk to roll up the scepter and knocked the ground, knocking out poems praising the Lord of the Nine Skies, and there were dark shadows approaching in the distance, pilgrims from other tribes. This place was much more lively than Li Xian had imagined, as if Beiyuan had given all its warmth to Cang Jue.

"I used to lament the bustle of Cangjue, which seemed incompatible with the desolation of Beiyuan." The Holy Son saw what Li Xian was thinking.

Li Xi'an noticed the hidden meaning of the Holy Son, so he asked, "Weren't you a Beiyuan spirit in the past?"

"I was originally a fox demon from Changbai Mountain. My father was burned to death in a forest fire, my mother was taken away by a tiger, and my brothers and sisters were eaten by wolves." said the Son of God.

Li Xi'an had a blank expression on his face, thinking to himself that you've had quite a rough life.

The shrunken nightmare on the carpet nearby looked up blankly, without any feeling. After all, it was born without a father or a mother and had no ties. But it was very gossipy. Once it raised its head, it did not shrink it back, waiting for the next words from the Holy Son.

"I heard there was a grandfather." The Holy Son waved his hand, "It's a pity that he followed Lord Changbai and died in battle. He didn't even leave me a fox hair."

“But now you are the crown prince of the North, the Holy Son of Jiuxiao, and all the sufferings of the past are far away from you. The war in Jiuzhou is also over, and the predecessors have flattened the suffering for the creatures of this era.” Li Xian rarely acts as a caring older brother.

"Lord Feng." The Holy Son suddenly shouted.

"What's the matter?" Li Xian keenly felt that the Holy Son wanted to say something to him.

But suddenly, the ancient bronze bell on the gate of the royal city was struck by a thunderstorm, and cracks appeared in the clouds. A dragon-shaped thunder entity hovered above the clouds. It was huge and majestic, with each scale made of solidified lightning and its eyes flickering like stars.

"Lord Jiuxiao!"

The pilgrims on the ground instantly froze into silent silhouettes, their shadows burned into the ice field by the lightning.

The prayers of all races are extremely clear at this moment.

The King of the North, Lord of the Nine Skies!

Unlike everyone else, Li Xian's eyes were fixed on the giant dragon shadow above the clouds. The spirituality hidden in his body became restless, and he sensed the fragments of the cosmic law on the giant dragon shadow.

It is rumored that the true form of Lord Jiuxiao is the thunder above the nine heavens, which condensed into a dragon-shaped body in the mortal world. It seems that this is true.

There was a look of confusion on Shengzi's face, as if he had not expected the teacher to suddenly appear.

The flashing lightning and bronze pillars cast huge shadows, as if cutting Cang Jue into hundreds of pieces.

The entire royal city turned into a living conductor, and the ancient energy surging in the earth's veins was introduced into the sky through the bronze pillar in the center of the royal city. Li Xian heard a roar, and the roar of the Thunder King turned into continuous thunder, building a violent sacred field between the frozen soil and the clouds.

This is an astonishing diffusion of energy, which is in no way inferior to the consumption required to establish a Holy Road of Law.

Nightmare quickly covered his head with his bat wings. The thunder was so loud that he felt like his head was going to explode!

"This is the coronation ceremony." The Son of God said, brushing the back of the nightmare's head to free it from the intimidation of thunder.

"Every once in a while, the teacher would set up a thunder field like this. When it is fierce, its power can spread to the distant North Sea. The creatures on this ice field have long been accustomed to it. According to the teacher, only by using such a ceremony can his crowning power be gradually integrated into the dragon veins of the earth, so as to give birth to new crowning creatures."

"Can Chengmian really be returned to the earth? Then why is there no new Chengmian born after the war?" Nightmare said.

“Because Chengmian died in battle outside the starry sky, he was unable to complete such a complicated ceremony. Only one in ten Chengmian remains in the present world. Just like the Wolf King led his cavalry to fight to the death in the wilderness and obtained the real dragon vein of Taihang Mountain, but Chengmian of the Mobei Dragon Vein will never be born again.” The Son of God answered. Although it seemed that he was answering Nightmare’s doubts, his eyes were on Li Xian.

"Performing the coronation ceremony is tantamount to suicide for the creature who is to be crowned." Li Xi'an said calmly.

"Lord Feng Shiyu is worthy of being the Wolf King's right-hand man. He knows the creatures of Chengmian very well." The Holy Son chuckled, his phoenix eyes slightly curved, really like a cunning fox.

"I'm afraid I'll have to ask Master Feng to wear the Panlong helmet of the Nine Heavens Guards in a while. After all, your eyes are very unique, and I'm worried that someone with ulterior motives will remember them."

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The Son of God's chariot rolled over the main road, heading north, passing dozens of bronze pillars.

The thunder in the sky gradually subsided, and Nightmare became active again, looking around in the carriage.

"Sir." A young lady greeted him at the palace gate. She took the jade from the Holy Son and swung her tail behind her pale pink skirt. "Thank you, Sir!"

Li Xi'an had already put on the Panlong Helmet, and others thought he was just an ordinary Nine Heavens Guard. "Okay, go have fun, and remember not to let irrelevant people disturb me." The Son of God touched the girl's head and said softly.

"As ordered!"

After passing through the gate and entering the courtyard, Li Xian found that the palace was very quiet, and there was not even a servant. There were peach trees planted in the courtyard. In this cold northern plain, the peach trees were blooming beautifully, and the stone road was covered with peach petals.

"Your people?" Li Xian remembered the fluffy tail swaying behind the girl.

“No.” The Holy Son shook his head. “She is a wolf demon, a descendant of the Gray Wolf. The Gray Wolf clan went through a great purge, and many of its descendants were left stranded outside. I took pity on her and adopted her. It’s been a few hundred years, right? Rather than being a maid, she’s probably more like my poor sister who was eaten by wolves.”

After saying this, the Son of God wiped his tears with his sleeves hypocritically.

The nightmare was gnashing.

Is the descendant of the Gray Wolf similar to your sister who was eaten by a wild wolf?

Entering a temporary palace, Li Xian knew that this was the residence of the crown prince of Beiyuan. The incense in the room smelled the same as on his clothes, a cool and refreshing fragrance like wintersweet.

The Holy Son suddenly stopped and looked at the nightmare on Li Xi'an's shoulder, "Your Excellency the Demon King, please wait outside the door."

Nightmare was smart. It realized that the conversation between the two big men that was about to begin was not something it could interfere with.

As if they were deliberately selecting one place after another, in the end only Li Xian and the Holy Son were left sitting at the desk in the palace.

Smoke rose from the incense burner and the palace was quiet. Li Xian took off his Panlong helmet and placed it on the table. The knocking sound of the metal against the wooden table was like a start signal.

The Holy Son said, "I would like to ask, why does Lord Feng want to see Lord Jiuxiao?"

Li Xi'an made up a reason at random, "After I came to the ice field with the pilgrim team, I found traces of filthy activities. Those things are hidden under the ice, and there are a lot of them. If we want to solve the problem of filth, we naturally need to ask to see Jiuxiao Shenjun."

The Holy Son did not seem surprised that filth appeared on the ice field. He said, "Filth? I think it is the remnant of the old ancestors when they caused chaos. There are many of them. The ice field is very vast, so it is normal for the teacher to miss some things. The revived filth will not be able to make a difference."

The Son of God lowered his eyebrows and found that there was something extra on the table.

A pitch-black relic.

"It was produced by filth. This thing is not from the ancient times. It was created not long ago."

The Saint's knuckles turned white as he held the teacup, but a deeper smile appeared on his face: "Master Feng, you don't know, the filth of this ice field..."

Before he could finish his words, the wolf girl ran in, stepping on peach petals all over the ground, with unmelted snow still in her hair.

"What's wrong?" The Son of God frowned. He had clearly instructed not to disturb them.

Before the girl could open her mouth, a deep, magnetic laugh suddenly rang out in the palace.

"Wuya, have you met new friends?"

After this sentence was finished, the nine-fold bell rang outside the hall. Li Xian observed that a trace of surprise suddenly flashed in the eyes of the Holy Son in front of him.

The wolf girl stuttered to the Holy Son, "Sir, it's... it's the Lord of God who has arrived!"

The beaded curtains rolled up without wind, and frost and mist seeped out from the gaps between the floor tiles.

The tall and upright figure stood in the frosty mist, like a half-drawn sword.

An armored hand pressed on the Son of God's thin shoulder.

The frost and mist were dispersed by the warmth, and Li Xian could clearly see the appearance of the person who came.

Her hair was half tied up and half loose, black with a hint of frost. She wore a light armor of flowing clouds on the left half of her body, and a wide sleeve of moon-white on her right shoulder. On the hem of her clothes was an embroidered scroll of lightning circling a green lotus.

The man had a very cold temperament, and there was a solemn and murderous air between his brows, but the man's gaze at the Son of God was filled with some fatigue, like a scholar who was distressed that his students were not understanding what he was learning.

"Teacher... why are you here?" The Son of God hurriedly stood up and bowed, the hair hanging in front of his forehead instantly frosted.

Jiuxiao Divine Lord's gaze swept across the trembling Canglang girl, and finally stopped at Li Xian. "I saw you talking happily with a strange man during the coronation and return ceremony above Cang Jue, so I thought of coming to see you after it was over. It seems that I disturbed you."

The man helped the Holy Son up and asked, "Is this your brother?"

The Son shook his head.

Jiuxiao Shenjun looked very surprised and gently stroked the Holy Son's cheek, "If he is not your brother, why does he have the same eyes as you?"

(End of this chapter)