After all the sacrifices have been made to speed pass, who is still practicing hard skills?

Sitting blankly on the red chair with carved dragons, Ji Wenhao fell into silence. He really didn't expect that there was such a secret within the royal family. The throne is both the supreme power and a dead end.

That's why Ji Chengdao was willing to push him to the position.

Before this, he only knew that the emperor would be bound by the fate of the country and his life span would be shorter than that of ordinary people. However, his great-uncle Ji Nantian's words undoubtedly disrupted his cognition.

At this moment, he himself didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

With his qualifications, if he had not sat on the throne, relying on the royal family's background, he would have had a good chance of becoming a great master of divine physiognomy, and his life span would have increased to hundreds of years.

But the emperor's honor far exceeds that of the so-called grand master, and even ordinary martial saints are inferior to him.

"When you break free of your restraints and enter the holy realm, you will not only be able to live to eight hundred years old, but you will also be able to sit on the throne. The emperors of future generations will no longer be harmed by the laws of nature."

Ji Nantian did not comfort Ji Wenhao, but just gave him hope.

As an emperor, he shouldn't have such a bad character.

"According to my uncle, how many people do I need to sacrifice blood?"

Ji Wenhao was silent for a moment, then he cheered up again.

If it is true as his great uncle said, then this is indeed a great opportunity for him.

"The backlash of heaven is on your lineage. How much blood sacrifice you make depends entirely on your own ideas. In addition, I need to tell you that the closer the bloodline, the better the effect of the blood sacrifice."

Ji Nantian explained quietly.

Ji Wenhao's expression changed slightly.

Blood sacrifice for close ones?
His plan just now was to offer a blood sacrifice to some branches of the Ji royal family. After six hundred years of reproduction, although the Ji family had intentionally controlled them, the entire Ji clan still numbered hundreds of thousands.

Even if it involves some blood sacrifice, he doesn't mind.

But if it was from his lineage, then he would be a little hesitant.

Kill sons and daughters, kill uncles and aunts.

This is not something that most people can make up their minds about.

But after hesitating for only three breaths, Ji Wenhao reaffirmed his determination to seek the truth. As long as he could break free from the shackles, the hundreds of years of life he would have in the future would be enough for him to have hundreds or even thousands of descendants.

His lineage will never be cut off!

"I understand."

Ji Wenhao nodded slightly, but then he asked again:

“But uncle, even if I entered the holy realm, I was only relying on the power of national destiny to exert the fighting power of a human immortal. But Jiang Che killed two human immortals.

Add Feng Wuji, even if I invite Sumeru Bodhisattva back again, it still seems not enough."

This was also a huge constraint that trapped him, and an important reason for his previous decadence. Even if he became a martial saint, it seemed that it was still not enough.

After all, in today's chaotic world, besides Jiang Che and Feng Wuji, there is also Duan Yuntian from the Qingtian Sect. Once this person conspires with Jiang Che, what's the use of his efforts?
It's just like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Ji Nantian smiled when he heard this:
"As an emperor, you don't know enough secrets, but I have lived for hundreds of years, and the Ji family has some trump cards that can turn the tables."

"Uncle, please speak clearly!"

Ji Wenhao was immediately delighted and asked immediately.

If the Ji family still has any trump cards, there might be hope of consolidating their power. This is definitely great news for him at the moment.

Ji Nantian paused, then continued:
"Do you know the Confucian saints?"

“Of course I know that the Confucian sage assisted Taizu in establishing the country for 600 years. He was a founding hero who made great contributions to our Great Zhou. He also founded the White Deer Academy and set a precedent.

In addition, the Confucian saints once followed Taizu to fight in Tianyuan and sacrificed their lives."

Ji Wenhao did not know some hidden secrets, but the news about the Confucian sage was not a secret. When he was studying at the Bailu Academy in his early years, he heard too much about the achievements of the Confucian sage.

Unfortunately, with the death of the Confucian Sage, Confucianism, which was once on par with Buddhism and Taoism, has completely declined. Now in Bailu Academy, there is only one great Confucian scholar who is comparable to the Martial Sage.

In terms of strength, it is not even as good as any of the six major families.

It is just an empty title of Immortal Gate, and now the position of Immortal Gate has been replaced by Qingtian Sect. He has never even thought of relying on the power of Bailu Academy.

"What if I say that the Confucian sage is still alive?"

Ji Nantian said with a faint smile.

The reason why he had never panicked was because he knew too many secrets in the spiritual realm and had more confidence.

"Is what my uncle said true?"

Ji Wenhao stood up suddenly. At this moment he could no longer sit still.

Because if it is true as my great-uncle said, that the Confucian sage is still alive, then the Great Zhou will be saved. Even if he did not succeed in becoming a saint, the Confucian sage alone is enough to intimidate the world.

After all, the Confucian Sage is a truly powerful man. Hundreds of years ago, if it were not for the assistance of the Confucian Sage, the Ji family would not have been able to wipe out the troubled times so easily.

His strength is so strong that he has definitely reached the peak of human immortal.

With the support of several hundred years of foundation, who in the world can stop it?

Furthermore, the relationship between the Ji family and the Confucian Sage is complementary. Even after so many years, the Ji family has never treated the Bailu Academy unfairly, if the Confucian Sage had not left any bloodline.

The Ji family would even die with him and the country.

“This is what Taizu said himself. However, at that time, Taizu also said that the friendship between him and the Confucian sage had been mostly severed, and asked the royal family members of my Ji family not to pursue him.

Just remember this and never treat Bailu Academy unfairly."

"Then uncle, do you know where the Confucian sage is? I can visit him in person." Ji Wenhao said in a deep voice.

“The Confucian Sage is in charge of Shenghai City. The reason why Ji Chengdao and I are promoting the autonomy of Shenghai City is not because of Xiang Yuan, but because of the Confucian Sage.

But it is not appropriate for you to go. You are sacrificing blood to a living being, which is taboo. The Confucian sage who follows the right path will absolutely not tolerate this. Let me go there myself."

Ji Nantian said bluntly.

Ji Wenhao's face changed, but he had nothing to refute. After all, what he did could be hidden from the general public, but it could never be hidden from such a top figure.

But then, as if he realized something, he suddenly asked:
"Uncle, since the Confucian saint was able to sacrifice himself to the abyss of heaven and survive, then isn't it possible for the emperor's uncle to survive as well?"

Ji Wenhao widened his eyes, desperately wanting to find an answer.

He both hated and respected Ji Chengdao. He hated him for pushing him into a desperate situation and repeatedly suppressing him, but at the same time, he had great awe for Ji Chengdao.

After all, Ji Chengdao is the undisputed strongest man in the world. If he were still alive, who in the world would dare to rebel?

Even if he is the now famous King Wu Jiang Che, he will immediately surrender if he meets Ji Chengdao.

It can be said that as long as Ji Chengdao appears, the current crisis of the Great Zhou can be resolved immediately.

Ji Nantian shook his head with some regret:
"I'm afraid Cheng Dao has indeed fallen."

"Why is Uncle so sure?"

Ji Wenhao was somewhat unwilling.

"Cheng Dao is different from Senior Ru Sheng. Senior Ru Sheng had left many backup plans before he sacrificed himself, and he already possessed great power, so there was still hope for him to survive. But Cheng Dao is still far behind Senior Ru Sheng. Moreover, when Cheng Dao was in my hands, he left a soul thread, but when he sacrificed himself to Tian Yuan.

That trace of soul was annihilated immediately afterwards."

Ji Nantian was also very sorry about Ji Chengdao's death. Although he and Ji Chengdao had different opinions, no matter what, Ji Chengdao was also a member of the Ji family.

He has the blood of the Ji family and is the most talented person among the Ji family's descendants of Taizu in hundreds of years.

He even thought that Ji Chengdao had a hope of reaching the realm of true immortal.

However, God did not fulfill people's wishes.

The other party eventually fell into the abyss.

Ji Wenhao's face suddenly turned pale.

Although he is not an orthodox practitioner, he also knows some common sense. Soul threads are more accurate than soul lamps and other things. Once they are destroyed, it means that the main soul is dead.

This is an iron rule passed down from ancient times.

Even if Ji Chengdao possessed the strongest power in the world, it would be impossible for him to disobey.

"I have too high expectations of my uncle."

Ji Wenhao forced out a helpless smile.

Ji Nantian continued:

"There are countless secrets in this world. In fact, in addition to the Confucian saints, there are many old monsters in this world. Some of them can even be traced back to before the establishment of the Great Zhou."

"Uncle, please enlighten me."

Ji Wenhao was eager to know more at this moment.

Ji Nantian pointed to the south and said:
“According to Taizu, there is definitely a powerful person sleeping in the Wushen Temple. In addition to him, there are also powerful people in the Barbarian Temple of the Northern Barbarian Grassland who chose to seal off their physical vitality due to the great changes in the world.

As for our Central Plains China, it is no less impressive. Apart from the Confucian saints, as far as I know, there are several former top powers who are sleeping in some very dangerous places.

These are the teachings left by Taizu. More than a hundred years ago, I actually looked for some traces of these old monsters, but most of them could not withstand the passage of time and passed away.

At present, there are probably three or four old seniors who are still alive. I will visit them one by one tomorrow. With the background of my dynasty, I will see if I can invite them to come out of retirement.

Even if we only invite one of them, it will be a great blessing for the court. In addition, I will also go into seclusion in the near future to seek a breakthrough.

The Great Zhou will not perish, and my Ji clan will not perish either!"

Ji Nantian spoke in a firm tone.

Ji Wenhao was also deeply moved. The six hundred years of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the thousands of years of Ji family heritage must not be cut off, especially in his hands.

"Uncle, please go ahead and ask for it. As long as it is available in the empire, I can use it as a bargaining chip. In addition, I will help you with your breakthrough at all costs.

Also, regarding the Buddhist sect, I will also do my best to request the Bodhisattva Sumeru to return to the imperial court to stabilize the Ji clan of the Great Zhou!"

Ji Wenhao said word by word.

At this moment, as his great-uncle revealed the background and secrets of the Ji family, all the depressed emotions he had felt before due to the blow from Jiang Che were swept away, and he regained his confidence.

"it is good."

Seeing that Ji Wenhao was finally no longer desperate, Ji Nantian nodded with satisfaction, although he himself was not sure whether this trip could be successful and invite those old monsters who had been sleeping for many years.

But he was willing to give it a try.

At this moment of life and death, he no longer cared about so much.

He even felt that the reason why Taizu left these words was to serve as the foundation of the Great Zhou.

now.

In Yuezhou City.

Jiang Che was completely unaware of Ji Wenhao's actions, but after seeing the old monster in the Witch God Temple, Jiang Che already felt a sense of urgency.

His current strength is still a little lacking, not enough to match this old monster who has comprehended the power of rules.

But he is not an ordinary person after all. With the sacrificial monument, he still has hope of catching up or even surpassing in a short period of time. Of course, the premise is that he can find enough sacrifices.

In the secret room.

Jiang Che's mind slowly sank into the space of the Heavenly Monument.

And set your next goal.

[Sacrificial goal: peak of manifestation of holiness, great perfection of holy body.]

On the Heavenly Stele, divine patterns lit up, covering the entire stele. This lasted for several breaths before a line of familiar font appeared.

[Price of sacrifice: 100 years of imperial fortune, the blood and souls of all spirits, the dark bamboo tree, three drops of Nine Heavens Immortal Dew, three Immortal Yuan Jade Crystals, seventy years of lifespan reduced. The remaining lifespan is three hundred years. Do you want to sacrifice? ]

Looking at the offerings given by the Heavenly Monument, Jiang Che was not surprised at all.

difficult!
Extremely difficult!

Cultivation itself becomes more difficult as time goes by. It is common for a normal Martial Saint to be trapped in one state for a hundred years, not to mention his behavior of taking shortcuts. Moreover, he is different from an ordinary Martial Saint.

He is the kind of person who has cultivated both the Dharma and the body, a supreme martial god, which is rare in the world.

It was similar to the previous one. Among the above sacrifices, reducing one's lifespan by seventy years was actually the simplest one. However, his lifespan was indeed not enough.

As his thought progressed, something appeared in Jiang Che's hand.

It is the Nine Heavens Fairy Dew.

Back when he was in Tianyuan City, Master Wen gave him two drops of Nine Heavens Fairy Dew because of his great contributions. He sacrificed one drop as a sacrifice, and gave the other drop to the Red Blood Demon Lord to enrich his foundation.

It's completely exhausted.

Fortunately, in the previous battle of Yuezhou, Master Wen died, and he seized a few drops of Jiuxiao Xianlu from the opponent's storage treasures. This sacrifice was completed ahead of schedule.

But the remaining ones are difficult.

The Immortal Yuan Jade Crystal is different from ordinary Yuan Crystals. It is a spiritual object used in the fairyland and is extremely precious. However, with the great changes in heaven and earth and the closure of the fairyland, this object has become non-renewable.

If he wanted to find this item, he had no choice but to seek help from Xuantian Wuji Palace. If even such a long-standing immortal sect did not have the Immortal Yuan Jade Crystal, then he might have to go to the capital.

After all, among the above offerings, there is one that is the destiny of the dynasty!

And there are only two that can be called dynasties in the entire spiritual realm.

One is the Great Zhou Dynasty in the Central Plains, and the other is the Northern Barbarian Royal Court.

Only these two are qualified to be called dynasties!

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