Qin Renhuang just became an immortal, and you told me this is the prehistoric time

An invisible spatial ripple spread out from him, instantly enveloping the thousands of top-notch inner guards and imperial guards!
Swish!
Thousands of figures, along with their terrifying aura that soared to the heavens, vanished without a trace in an instant! As if they had never existed!

The next instant, Ying Xuan's figure faded and disappeared from the top of the palace.

Shu region, Xuzhou.

The waters of the Yangtze River still surge and roar, crashing against the cliffs on both banks.

Back then, Ying Xuan opened the Stone Gate here, connecting the two worlds and bringing prosperity to Xuzhou.

After the stone gate was closed, this place returned to silence. Today, Ying Xuan's figure reappeared on this cliff by the river.

His gaze swept across the somewhat desolate riverbank, and he raised his hand in a gesture of pressing down.

Deep in the river, the current suddenly parted, revealing a small stone gate, barely wide enough for a few people to pass side by side, emitting faint spatial fluctuations, silently imprinted on the riverbed rock strata.

Although it is not as magnificent as the stone gate that connected the world of Jade Dynasty back then, it is still enough to become a secret passage for future communication between the two worlds.

"With this gate reopened, Xuzhou... will once again flourish."

Ying Xuan muttered to himself, then stopped.

He stood suspended in mid-air, his hands holding the He Shi Bi jade disc. A vast amount of primordial spiritual power flowed into it, connecting with the very origin of the Qin world!
The He Shi Bi jade burst forth with unprecedented brilliance, its light condensing into a tangible substance as it fiercely pierced the void ahead!
Tsk-!
A piercing sound, like cloth being torn apart!
A dark and unstable spatial rift, barely wide enough for one person to pass through, was forcibly torn open!

At the edge of the rift, spatial turbulence raged wildly, emanating a destructive aura!

Even with the Great Qin World Origin exerting its full energy output from behind in an attempt to stabilize the passage, the crack still trembled violently, as if it would collapse at any moment!
Without the slightest hesitation, Ying Xuan transformed into a streak of light and instantly disappeared into the raging spatial rift!

Inside the passage, bizarre and fantastical lights distorted spacetime! The raging spatial turbulence was like a billion sharp blades, frantically cutting through the intruders!
If Ying Xuan hadn't been protected by the immortal artifact He Shi Bi, making his primordial spirit incomparably powerful, anyone else would have been reduced to dust in an instant!

Even so, he felt a tremendous tearing force acting on his primordial spirit, and the stability of the passage was worse than expected.

He dared not delay, and accelerated to the limit, speeding toward the faint aura of the world coming from the other end of the passage!
I don't know how much time passed; perhaps it was just a moment, yet it felt like an eternity. Finally, a glimmer of light appeared ahead!
Ying Xuan suddenly accelerated, smashed through an invisible barrier, and rushed out of the spatial passage!

With feet firmly on the ground, the view before one's eyes suddenly becomes clear.

This is a magnificent palace complex with golden beams and painted rafters. The flying eaves and glazed tiles reflect dazzling light under the sun, showing the grandeur of royalty.

Beneath this magnificent exterior lies an indescribable sense of decay and desolation.

The vast palace complex was sparsely populated.

Occasionally, a few palace maids and eunuchs could be seen hurrying by, all with frightened faces, unsteady steps, and shifty eyes, like birds startled by the mere twang of a bow.

A suffocating sense of oppression filled the air.

Ying Xuan's divine sense, like an invisible tide, instantly covered the entire palace and spread outwards.

Outside the palace walls, the scene was even more shocking!
Squads of imperial guards, gleaming in bright armor and wielding sharp blades, were rampaging through the streets.

Their faces were fierce, their eyes greedy, and they had absolutely no military discipline.

At a street corner, several imperial guards were roughly dragging a crying and struggling girl. The girl's family members knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, but were kicked away, drawing angry but resentful glances from the surrounding crowd.

"These damned soldiers! They're even more ruthless than bandits!"

"Keep your voice down! Are you out of your mind? Even the emperor doesn't care, what can we do?"

"I heard that the one in the palace... Sigh, this world is truly unbearable..."

The suppressed curses and desperate sighs of the people clearly reached Ying Xuan's ears.

His divine sense swept across the depths of the palace, quickly locking onto an aura—a high-level ordinary life form, considered a top expert in this world. The source of this aura, however, caused Ying Xuan to raise an eyebrow slightly.

He flashed and appeared outside a most luxurious yet equally lifeless bedroom.

The palace door was ajar, and suppressed coughs and a woman's low sobs could be heard from inside.

Ying Xuan pushed open the door and entered.

The interior of the hall was lavishly furnished, filled with gold and jade, yet it could not conceal an air of decay.

On the dragon bed, a middle-aged man, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, with a emaciated figure and sunken eyes, leaned against the bed weakly.

His face was sallow, his breath weak, and his eyes cloudy; where was the slightest trace of an emperor's aura? It was none other than the ruler of this realm, Yang Guang!

Beside the bed, several elegantly dressed concubines were carefully attending to him, their faces filled with fear and numbness.

When Ying Xuan appeared in the hall, the concubines screamed in fright and collapsed to the ground.

Yang Guang, lying on the dragon bed, suddenly looked up. The moment his cloudy eyes saw Ying Xuan's face, an incredulous look of horror and... a faint hope burst forth!

“You…you?!”

Yang Guang's voice was hoarse and dry. He struggled to sit up, but failed due to weakness. He could only stare at Ying Xuan as if he had grasped the last straw.

"Save me...save me! Please save me!"

Ying Xuan's gaze calmly fell on Yang Guang, with a hint of inquiry.

He could clearly sense that Yang Guang's body was completely empty, and his once formidable internal strength had vanished entirely!
His meridians were withered and his dantian was shattered, making him look like a cripple whose martial arts had been completely destroyed!
This is by no means caused by natural aging or injury; it is more like being forcibly crippled by someone using domineering means!

"Yang Guang".

Ying Xuan spoke, his voice flat and emotionless.

"I am very curious. How did you lose all your cultivation? Why is there not a single decent expert guarding this vast palace? And why do your imperial guards act like bandits outside the palace?"

Ying Xuan stood before the dragon throne, his aura as deep and unfathomable as the sea.

He did not deliberately conceal it; the invisible pressure belonging to a peak Nascent Soul expert quietly spread out.

The air inside the hall instantly became thick and heavy, as if even the light was distorted!
The space of this Tang Dynasty world was as fragile as paper in his eyes; it would shatter at the slightest thought from him!

He had no worries about this world, which was far weaker than the Qin Dynasty.

Yang Guang lay paralyzed on the dragon bed, feeling the terrifying pressure that almost froze his soul. His withered face was completely bloodless, and his eyes were filled with despair and fear.

He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and dry.

"Since...since you left, I...I followed your advice and spread the Great Absorption Technique far and wide..."

He spoke haltingly, panting.

"I ordered all eunuchs and imperial guards to learn this skill, and then commanded them to carry out a full-scale purge. No aristocratic families, the lower ranks of Buddhist and Taoist sects, those small clans, collateral branches, or even those small Taoist temples and Buddhist monasteries in the countryside—leave no one unscathed! And those unruly martial arts forces should also be dealt with."

Yang Guang's cloudy eyes were filled with ruthlessness and lingering fear.

"But I kept a trick up my sleeve. When I was passing on my skills, I deliberately concealed the crucial final step of refining the alien internal energy. Those who practiced the skill would explode and die if the conflict between the alien internal energy in their bodies became irreconcilable when they reached a certain level! Otherwise, I would have been torn to pieces by those treacherous lackeys long ago!" Ying Xuan listened quietly, his eyes showing neither sorrow nor joy.

Yang Guang's move was exactly what he expected.

Although this person was muddle-headed, he still possessed the ruthlessness and imperial wisdom of a ruler.

With a slight thought, he took out a thousand-year-old ginseng from the stone gate space, which was full of spiritual energy, and casually tossed it next to Yang Guang.

"Take this to replenish your lost vital energy."

Yang Guang looked at the ginseng that exuded a strong vitality, his eyes filled with longing. He struggled to grab it and began to gnaw on it, not caring about his image.

A warm current quickly flowed through his withered limbs and bones, and his sallow face finally regained color, and his breathing became much more stable.

How is power distributed across the world today?

Ying Xuan waited for him to calm down before asking, his voice calm yet authoritative.

Yang Guang swallowed the ginseng whiskers in his mouth, took a breath, and his eyes were filled with resentment and anger.

"The Li family is entrenched in Taiyuan, with deep roots. Wang Shichong occupies Luoyang, holding considerable military power. The traitor Li Min controls the Wagang Army, wielding great influence. Yuwen Huaji guards Yangzhou, harboring ambitious plans. Lingnan is the Song family's territory, far from the reach of the emperor..."

He paused, a strange smile appearing on his face.

"As for the Demonic Sect... hehe... your Absorption Technique, though incomplete, is just what they want."

The Yin Gui Sect, the Flower Sect, and the Butian Pavilion—those demonic forces—have grown immensely, frantically plundering the power of others, crushing the Buddhist and Taoist sects and those barely surviving aristocratic families to the point of being unable to raise their heads... Now, only these top-tier forces are still causing trouble in the world..."

Ying Xuan nodded slightly, not surprised by the "activity" of the Demonic Sect.

The incomplete Absorption Technique was nothing short of opening Pandora's box for the demonic sects, who were already bound by the law of the jungle.

"Issue the decree," Ying Xuan said to Yang Guang in a detached tone.

"I summon those in your palace who are still close to you and trust you to come to see me."

Upon hearing this, Yang Guang suddenly looked up, his cloudy eyes fixed on Ying Xuan.

He was not a dull man; from Ying Xuan's calm tone and the words "trustworthy person," he keenly sensed something unusual.

This is not about helping him regain power and stabilize the court!
"You...you want to take me away?"

Yang Guang's voice suddenly became sharp, trembling with disbelief.

"Leave...leave this palace? Leave...my empire?"

Ying Xuan did not answer, but simply looked at him calmly.

"Do not!!"

Yang Guang suddenly struggled to his feet, his withered hands gripping the edge of the dragon bed tightly, his knuckles turning white, and his eyes bursting with an almost insane stubbornness and pride.

"I am the Son of Heaven! I am the Emperor of this Great Sui Dynasty! I... would rather die than leave this palace! I will never... be taken away by you like a stray dog! I... would rather die here! Die on this dragon throne!"

He roared, his voice echoing in the empty and deathly silent hall, carrying the sorrow and final dignity of a dying emperor.

Even in his current state of destitution, even having lost all his inner strength, the imperial pride that was inherent in him had not been completely extinguished.

Ying Xuan looked at Yang Guang, who was acting like a madman, but his eyes remained calm and unwavering.

He understands this obsession, but he won't change his plans because of it.

An emperor who has lost his power and his kingdom is far less valuable than the battle-hardened soldiers under his command.

"If that's the case, then you'd better take care of yourself."

Ying Xuan said something indifferently, then ignored Yang Guang, turned around, and looked into the void outside the hall.

His divine sense had already locked onto several powerful auras.

These auras, cold, eerie, and predatory, are rapidly converging on the imperial palace from different directions in Luoyang!

They were top experts from the Yin Gui Sect, the Hua Jian Sect, and the Butian Pavilion of the Demonic Sect!
Clearly, the terrifying aura he exuded upon his arrival in this realm, along with Yang Guang's unusual behavior within the palace, had already alarmed these powerful figures of the demonic sects entrenched in Luoyang!

Swish!Swish!Swish!
Several figures appeared outside the sleeping quarters, their auras merging together, chilling and piercing, enveloping the entire palace.

The group consisted of three people: one woman and two men.

The woman was dressed in a plain white dress, with an exquisite face but an icy demeanor. She was none other than Zhu Yuyan, the current sect leader of the Yin Gui Sect!

Beside her stood a young man with a folding fan, elegant demeanor but with a sinister look in his eyes—Hou Xibai, a successor of the Huajian School.

The other figure, tall and thin, with an aura that seemed to blend into the shadows, was Yang Xuyan, the top assassin of the Butian Pavilion!
Behind the three were more than ten powerful elders and protectors of the Demonic Sect, all of whom were top-notch experts of the time!
"Who is this extraordinary person who has graced the palace with their presence and disturbed His Majesty's presence?"

Zhu Yuyan's voice was clear and cold, like ice beads falling onto a jade plate, but her gaze was sharp as a knife, piercing through the palace door and landing on Ying Xuan.

She was filled with doubt and unease. The person in front of her had an aura as deep as the sea, which made her feel as insignificant as an ant looking up at the sky!
I've only felt this way before, back when I faced that mysterious stone gate opener!

Hou Xibai waved his folding fan, a playful smile on his face, but his eyes were filled with vigilance.

Yang Xuyan's aura was completely locked inside the hall, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.

The palace doors opened silently.

Ying Xuan appeared at the doorway, his gaze calmly sweeping over the group of demonic sect experts outside the hall.

That gaze was indifferent and calm, as if he were looking not at a group of demons capable of stirring up the world, but at a group of insignificant ants.

"Kneel down."

The two words were plain and unremarkable, without any inner strength or spiritual impact.

The moment those two words were uttered!

An indescribable, irresistible, terrifying pressure that seemed to originate from the very source of heaven and earth!
It instantly enveloped all the members of the Demonic Sect outside the hall!
Pfft!Pfft!Pfft!
Including the three top experts, Zhu Yuyan, Hou Xibai, and Yang Xuyan, all the powerful figures of the Demonic Sect had no power to resist. Their knees buckled and they all knelt down on the ground!
The sound of knees hitting the ground was dull and rhythmic!
Their bodies are stiff!
The demonic internal energy that he was so proud of instantly melted and solidified in the face of this pressure, and he couldn't move it even a little bit!

A fear and tremor originating from the depths of their souls instantly overwhelmed all their consciousness!

The color drained from Zhu Yuyan's beautiful face, leaving only boundless horror!

She tried to lift her head, but felt as if her neck was being crushed by a huge boulder, and even moving a finger became a luxury!

Hou Xibai's folding fan had already slipped from his hand and fallen to the ground. The playful smile on his face froze, replaced by extreme terror!
Yang Xuyan felt as if his spine had been removed, and he lay prostrate on the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably!
"I will give you two choices."

Ying Xuan's voice rang out again, still calm, yet it resonated deep within the souls of every member of the Demonic Sect! (End of Chapter)