Zhatian: I really have the qualities to be an emperor!

Chapter 27 Entering the Dao Palace
The empty hall is very quiet and will not be disturbed in any way. It is an ideal place for retreat and practice.

As for whether those big sects can attack, there is no need to worry too much. The Bronze Immortal Palace is very famous, and it is not so easy to enter.

If Yang Zhu was not also a holy body and had not offered up the stone plate, with the power of the Bronze Immortal Palace, it would have been impossible to penetrate so deeply.

The Flower Blooming in a Thought is a unique skill of ruthless people with astonishing power. After being practiced to perfection, it can easily wipe out anyone below the level of the Great Emperor. Even fellow emperors are very afraid of it.

Because of this, the complexity of the Flower Blooming in a Thought is no less complicated than an imperial scripture. If one is not from a ruthless lineage, it is extremely difficult for other cultivators to practice it.

Combining the Dao trace with the imprint of the word "Immortal", Yang Zhu circulated the Wu Shi Jing gradually to deduce it, and his natural physique that was close to the Dao played a huge role at this moment.

Half a day later, the complete version of "A Thought Blossoms" was deduced. After just a quick glance, even Yang Zhu couldn't help but admire the talent of this ruthless man.

"As expected of the ruthless emperor, his skills are truly exquisite."

Yang Zhu did not hesitate and started practicing immediately. After a while, the surrounding scene changed and the hall disappeared again.

At this moment, Yang Zhu was like a god, sitting on the red petals that were nearly one meter wide.

The lake is as calm as a mirror, the water meets the sky, and the mist is lingering, just like a fairyland.

Looking up, I saw endless petals fluttering down from the sky. Each petal was as bright as a drop of blood, exuding a little brilliance, and was extremely holy.

Although the delicate and gorgeous petals are beautiful, each one releases a terrifying murderous intent that makes people's heart palpitate. When the flowers bloom, the opponent will die.

Yang Zhu's body and soul merged with the surrounding scenery. Every falling petal moved infinitely slowly in his eyes, and even the tiny veins on it were sensed clearly.

While comprehending, Yang Zhu engraved all the truth contained in the blooming of a flower in one thought on the surface of his precious body.

Those Taos were intertwined with his original laws. His flesh and bones were tempered to become more crystal clear, and his every move was the flow of Tao.

The last time he was in seclusion, he was only one step away from the Divine Bridge realm. After experiencing the repeated cycles just now, the sea of ​​suffering had expanded a lot again.

Yang Zhu wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to step into the Divine Bridge realm in one fell swoop.

For ordinary cultivators, increasing realm too quickly will definitely do more harm than good. Not only will it cause the actual combat power to be inflated, but in serious cases it will also affect future promotions, making it difficult to gain any more strength.

Yang Zhu doesn't have to worry.

His father Wu Shi was of extremely noble birth, his mother was a great emperor, and his father's fighting power was also comparable to that of an emperor. He was a true emperor's son.

As the son of Emperor Wu Shi, Yang Zhu has a very powerful background. He can be said to be the strongest son of an emperor in history. It is impossible to find another emperor with such a strong lineup.

This makes him like Wu Shi, born a saint, born into the realm of a saint!
In this age when saints are rare, his starting point is a height that countless people cannot reach in their entire lives.

In order to successfully attain enlightenment, part of his origin was cut off before the divine source was sealed, causing him to start practicing from the secret realm of the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

Therefore, no matter how fast Yang Zhu is promoted, there will not be any hidden dangers.

Inside the hall, Yang Zhu was completely submerged in a thought of blooming flowers.

Outside the temple, a growing crowd has gathered over the past two days.

Several major holy places and major immortal religions sent many powerful people. Even the four dynasties far away in Zhongzhou sent people with powerful magic weapons.

They would work together to open the bronze immortal palaces of all generations, and finally share the many opportunities they got equally.

Otherwise, none of them would dare to say that they are absolutely sure.

Even the powerful could not remain calm when hearing the news of the Bronze Immortal Palace's birth, and they rushed to the scene from all over the Eastern Wilderness.

Among them are the Peacock Dance, which has become famous during this period, and powerful figures of the same level as the head of the Taixuan Sect.

Even some old monsters who had been in seclusion have come out. Many of them have been in seclusion for hundreds or thousands of years, just to reach a higher level and gain more lifespan.

With not much time left to live, they placed all their hopes for a breakthrough on the Bronze Immortal Palace, hoping to explore the chance to become immortals.

Three days later, when the team was almost gathered, the big shots among them took action together, offering a large number of treasures in an attempt to open a breakthrough.

The Bronze Immortal Palace, this magnificent bronze palace comparable to a city, is majestic, covered with green rust, and engraved with the breath of time.

Those powerful attacks were blocked by a strange energy wave before they got close, and were instantly dissolved into nothingness. The bronze immortal palace exuded a terrifying murderous intent, sweeping through like a whirlwind.

Nearly 40% of the people present were instantly crushed without any chance to fight back under this murderous intent, and blood mist bloomed like fireworks.

The most precious treasures were blown away, and nearly 20% of them exploded, causing heavy losses.

So many injuries were caused by just one encounter. The scene was quite bloody.

"Let's take action together."

The masters made slight adjustments and continued to attack together. They knew that this was just the beginning and even greater dangers were waiting for them.

Round after round of attacks were launched, and the aftermath evaporated the water surface by several meters, and many mountains in the distance were cracked.

Half a quarter of an hour later, thousands of monks had died. Their bodies fell from the sky to the bottom of the lake, drifting with the undercurrent below, unlikely to see the light of day again.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the blood of the fallen monks dyed a large area of ​​the lake red, making it like a horrible blood lake.

Some broken limbs and arms were unable to sink and floated on the lake, mixing with the blood, as if purgatory on earth had come to the human world.

Many people were so frightened when they saw this scene that their backs felt cold and their scalps felt like they were about to explode.

This is how the Bronze Immortal Palace was born. Every time it happened, it would cause rivers of blood to flow. No one could resist the temptation of becoming an immortal.

Half a day later, after countless efforts and several casualties, the Bronze Immortal Palace was still the same, shrouded in mist, plain and unpretentious, without a single change.

When everyone saw this, their hearts sank. Unexpectedly, before they could continue their attack, the Bronze Immortal Palace suddenly sank and disappeared in a moment.

Several major holy places became anxious all of a sudden. They had lost so many people and gained nothing, and they had to watch the Bronze Immortal Palace disappear.

If we wait until it sinks into the ground, we don't know how many years it will take before it is opened again.

"Ah~ Forget it, this kind of magic weapon wants to leave, we can't stop it."

Everyone sighed, knowing that they could not stop it, and could only leave in disappointment.

The old monsters who had just come out of the world refused to believe it. They risked their entire fortunes and had no way to retreat, so they all chased after them and sank into the ground along with the Bronze Immortal Palace.

Although there are mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the outside world, everything is peaceful in the empty hall.

Yang Zhu was carried by the Bronze Immortal Palace and swam under the Five Realms.

After an unknown amount of time, the golden sea of ​​suffering began to change.

The spring of life gushed out in the center of the sea of ​​suffering, and the source of divine power boiled, gushing out continuously, with rays of light bursting out from time to time.

Yang Zhu's precious body shone brightly, and the strange golden energy turned into a stream, sinking into the center of his eyebrows, shining with golden light.

At this moment, Yang Zhu's golden sea of ​​suffering had opened up to the size of a human head, with a dazzling rainbow hanging high above, spanning the sky, extremely gorgeous.

He formed a small section of divine vein, which was suspended above the Sea of ​​Bitterness. A large number of fragments of the Dao rose from the Sea of ​​Bitterness and condensed into sections of divine bridges, which continued to extend and expand.

It is like a spreading galaxy, with countless stars rotating, shining with brilliant light, extremely dazzling.

The divine bridge stretches across the sky, extending from the other end of the sea of ​​suffering to the other shore. There is mist in front, and a majestic fairy palace stands above the clouds, which makes people yearn for it.

It is not enough to build a divine bridge from the Life Spring to the other side. Yang Zhu wants to step into the Taoist Palace in one fell swoop!
The Dao Palace focuses on cultivating the five internal organs, and each organ corresponds to a small realm, namely: the divine storage of the heart, the divine storage of the liver, the divine storage of the spleen, the divine storage of the lungs, and the divine storage of the kidneys.

Every time one is opened, it is like opening a secret place in the body, which has infinite uses.

A divine treasure can give birth to a deity, which can evolve into the deceased self, the original self, and the Tao self, representing the past life, the present life, and the future, and constantly chants scriptures in the body.

After entering the Dao Palace, the stronger the scriptures you practice, the more solid the foundation you lay, and the more powerful divine power you can release. As long as the gods are immortal, you can live forever.

Yang Zhu did not hesitate at all and resolutely chose the Divine Treasure of the Heart to start cultivating it.

The heart has the closest relationship with the other four internal organs. It is the root of Qi and gives birth to gods. It can not only wash away impurities in the body, but also greatly strengthen the soul. It is the first choice!
Pushing open a huge immortal door, the divine treasure of the heart was opened, and began to slowly be built and shaped.

(End of this chapter)