Two Realms High Martial Arts: Gathering the Heavens to Become a Great Luo Immortal

Chapter 319 Fist is power, power controls all laws

Deep within the palace,

The library stands majestically, its eaves and brackets gleaming in the sunlight, yet it exudes an aura that is more ancient and serene than the surrounding palaces.

This place is the most important part of the Great Xia Forbidden Garden. Ordinary palace servants are not allowed to approach it. The outer perimeter is guarded by layers of elite imperial guards, and inside there are unknown array formations and restrictions that flow continuously. They are invisible and intangible, but enough to make anyone with ill intentions hesitate to enter.

Li Xijun arrived alone, walking slowly.

He was dressed in a black, dragon-embroidered prince's robe, and walked with a leisurely gait. Wherever he went, the imperial guards all bowed their heads and stood at attention.

As he approached the pavilion, the seemingly ordinary vermilion gate opened silently inward, as if it had already sensed his arrival.

The interior was dimly lit, and a unique aroma, a blend of ancient scrolls, sandalwood, and the dust of time, wafted out.

An elderly man, dressed in a simple gray robe, with white hair and beard and a face covered with deep wrinkles, appeared silently in the shadows inside the doorway like a ghost.

He carried a dim, yellow lantern in his hand; its orange glow could only illuminate a foot or so of ground beneath his feet.

"This old servant greets His Highness the Crown Prince." The old man's voice was hoarse and slow, like the friction of withered wood. He bowed slightly, his movements appearing somewhat sluggish.

Li Xijun's gaze fell on the old man, and his pupils contracted slightly, almost imperceptibly.

With his current cultivation at the fourth level of the Outer Realm and having condensed the Dharma Image, his spiritual perception is far more acute than that of ordinary grandmasters.

however,

When faced with this seemingly dying old man, his spiritual perception was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, unable to fathom its depths.

The old man's aura was intimately connected with the library and even the imperial palace grounds beneath his feet, forming a unified whole, as if he himself were a part of this forbidden garden, a living fossil that had been preserved for hundreds of years or even longer.

"After all, the imperial court has been passed down for thousands of years. The royal family's foundation is indeed unfathomable. If it weren't for the fact that the Crimson-Blooded Marquis was also a member of the Li family's clan, he would have been dead long ago, given his previous jumpy behavior." Li Xijun felt a chill in his heart, but he was not afraid.

He now possesses the legitimate title of royalty, is certified by the Book of Mortals, and is the Crown Prince overseeing the country. His presence here to study the royal secrets is perfectly legitimate and in accordance with the law.

As long as he does it openly and honestly, there won't be any problems.

"Thank you for showing me the way, senior." Li Xijun's tone was calm, showing no disrespect despite the other party's apparent servant status.

The old man's cloudy eyes seemed to shift slightly as he gave Li Xijun a deep look, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate the surface and see directly into the nascent, magnificent imperial image within him.

He didn't say much, but silently turned around, carrying the lantern, and led Li Xijun deeper into the library with seemingly unsteady but unusually steady steps.

The interior was not filled with bookshelves as one might have imagined; instead, it was unusually spacious.

Sunlight streamed through the high windows, casting dappled beams of light into the dusty air.

As you spiral up the ancient wooden staircase, the space becomes increasingly narrow, and the heavy atmosphere of time grows ever stronger, as if each step is treading on the dust of history.

at last,

They arrived at the top floor of the library.

The light here is actually brighter, not from outside the window, but from the center of the top floor.

The entire top floor was empty except for one object standing in the center.

It was not the jade slip or book that I had expected, but an ancient stone tablet about ten feet tall, with a deep, dark black color all over.

The stone tablet is made of neither gold nor jade, and it is cool to the touch. Its surface is smooth as a mirror, as if it has been polished by countless years and thoughts, reflecting the blurry scene at the top.

At the very center of the stone tablet are four ancient seal characters, seemingly carved with supreme power, flowing like dragons and phoenixes, each stroke imbued with an ineffable charm.

————The Emperor's Dragon Fist!

These four words alone are no longer static inscriptions.

In Li Xijun's eyes, they seemed to have transformed into four bound golden dragons, struggling and roaring on the surface of the monument.

An overwhelming imperial aura, as powerful as a mountain, crashed down upon his mind, encompassing the eight wastelands, ruling the world, bearing the weight of the nation, and controlling its rise and fall.

The pressure was far stronger than when he faced the Crimson Gallant Marquis, and even caused his Dharma form to spontaneously resonate and tremble slightly.

The gray-robed old man led Li Xijun to a spot about ten feet in front of the stone tablet, then silently retreated again, disappearing into the shadows of the corner. His presence vanished instantly, as if he had never existed.

Li Xijun took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart.

He could feel that the True Dragon Destiny within him, which contained a portion of the Great Xia Kingdom's fortune and the wishes of all living beings, was circulating uncontrollably at an accelerated pace, and a faint golden imperial dragon aura rose around him like smoke and mist.

At the same time, deep within the sea of ​​consciousness between the eyebrows, the ancient mark representing the White Dragon's [Power] and containing the power of time seemed to be awakened by some kind of power of the same origin, radiating a warm and mysterious glow.

Without further hesitation, he slowly stepped forward until the stone tablet was within reach.

Then, he raised his right hand and slowly pressed his palm against the smooth, mirror-like, and icy-cold surface of the monument.

"Buzz—!!!"

The moment his fingertips touched the stone tablet, a strange change occurred.

The entire stone tablet stopped vibrating and instead emitted a booming sound like a primordial bell being struck.

The four seal characters instantly came to life, radiating golden light and transforming into four incredibly solid, scale-covered five-clawed golden dragons. With deafening roars, they no longer rushed into the space between Li Xijun's eyebrows, but instead, like four golden torrents, instantly and completely engulfed Li Xijun's entire sea of ​​consciousness.

The scene before my eyes suddenly blurred and distorted, then suddenly cleared up!

Li Xijun discovered that his mind had left his body and was in a boundless, chaotic, and undeveloped void.

There is no up, down, left, or right here, no sense of the passage of time, only the most primordial primordial energy flowing slowly, with occasional rudiments of earth, fire, water, and wind flashing by before being swallowed up by chaos.

In the very center of that chaotic void, a figure stood with his back to the viewer.

The man was dressed in a black dragon robe embroidered with the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, and the state. He wore a white jade imperial crown with twelve tassels, the beads of which hung down to obscure his face.

He simply stood there, without making any movement, yet he seemed to be the absolute center of the entire chaotic void.

Its size was not particularly tall, but in Li Xijun's perception, it was more majestic than any mountain he had ever seen, and more expansive than the vast starry sky.

An indescribable aura spread out, which was the great talent and strategy of the founding emperor, the iron-fisted tyranny in pacifying the chaotic world, the supreme achievement in establishing the world, and the magnificent fortune that carried the mandate of heaven.

Its profound and vast aura made Li Xijun instantly realize that this was no ordinary Dharma body!

It was countless times more powerful, ancient, and majestic than the holy aura of light he had experienced in the main world.

This is at least the peak of the Dharma Body realm, and may even... have touched upon the legendary higher realm!

And he was none other than Li Yu, the founding emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty!

Seemingly sensing the arrival of Li Xijun, who carried the destiny of a true dragon and the fortune of the imperial way, that figure, which seemed to have existed since time immemorial, slowly... turned around.

The imperial crown tassels swayed gently, but the face beneath remained indistinct, as if shrouded in a mist of history.

however,

Those eyes, however, clearly entered Li Xijun's mind.

In those eyes, there was no joy or anger, no emotion, only the ever-evolving scenes of the sun and moon revolving, the stars rising and falling, the mountains and rivers changing, and the rise and fall of civilizations. Wherever the gaze fell, even chaos seemed to be swayed by it.

The founding emperor remained silent; perhaps in this space of spiritual transmission, words were superfluous.

He simply raised his right hand, a large hand with distinct knuckles that seemed to contain the power to support the heavens, and slowly clenched his fingers into a fist.

at that moment,

Li Xijun naturally heard the other person's words:

"The fist is power, and power governs all laws. The 'Emperor's Dragon Fist' is about ruling humanity, harnessing dragon energy, and acting with the majesty and dominance of an emperor. Wherever the fist's intent goes, it's like the Heavenly Emperor on a tour, causing all laws to crumble. It uses humanity to replace the Way of Heaven!"

Before Li Xijun could react, he began to demonstrate this fist technique, which was derived from the five supreme divine skills.

"The First Punch - Settling the Fate of the Empire!"

A fist rises, and intent arises!

It was not an outburst of violent power, but a grand declaration originating from the laws of heaven and earth.

As he unleashed his fist, the surrounding chaotic energy surged like boiling water, only to be forcibly suppressed and regulated by an irresistible, invisible force.

The pure Yang energy rises, while the turbid Yin energy sinks, forcibly restoring the chaotic elements of earth, fire, water, and wind to their proper places, each following its own path.

Where his fist pointed, a vast and boundless phantom of a land and its people, brimming with endless vitality and order, slowly coalesced and materialized! Ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers, crisscrossing paths, cities scattered like stars, its destiny like a dragon.

"The essence of this fist technique lies in 'stability' and 'composure'!"

"With a single punch, one can stabilize the earth's veins and dragon energy, suppress the nation's fortune, and pacify the hearts of the people. It is the fist that forms the foundation of the imperial way, bearing the weight of the nation!"

As soon as he finished speaking,

Regardless of whether Li Xijun understood or not, Emperor Taizu continued his demonstration and said:

"The Second Punch - Reign Supreme!"

Without withdrawing his fist, Li Yu Taizu suddenly shifted from stillness to movement, taking a step that seemed to transcend endless time and space, stepping from ancient legends into reality.

His figure became incredibly tall at that moment, filling the heavens and the earth, as if his majestic face could be seen from any angle.

A punch thrown is no longer directed at a specific object, but rather an ultimate display of will and authority.

The majestic imperial dragon aura no longer swirled around him, but transformed into a golden sea of ​​light that swept across the eight directions and six realms, permeating the past and present.

Wherever the sea of ​​light passes, all things bow down, all beings worship, and even the laws of nature retreat!

"The essence of this fist lies in 'overwhelming authority' and 'respect.' It is a domineering fist that demonstrates the supreme authority of the emperor, establishes absolute rule, and commands all living beings, all forces, and even the laws of heaven and earth to acknowledge its supreme status!"

Li Xijun's mind was completely blank at this moment. The consecutive demonstrations of two Dharma Body level fist techniques were too much for him, even with the White Dragon's [Power] and the divine soul level of the Thunder Tribulation Heart Form.

But Li Yu did not stop; instead, he continued explaining and punching.

"The Third Punch - Dragons Battle in the Wild!"

The emperor's authority and solemnity suddenly transformed into brutal slaughter.

Emperor Taizu Li Yu let out a dragon's roar that seemed to come from the ancient primordial era, and his body became completely one with a five-clawed golden dragon that soared into the sky from within him.

The golden dragon roared, carrying the aura of blood and fire, and fiercely charged into the depths of chaos.

There, countless powerful yet blurry hostile figures emerged, including trolls, demon gods, and powerful high-ranking cultivators who refused to submit to the king's rule... The Golden Dragon Fist's intent roamed freely, each claw and each strike containing terrifying power capable of tearing apart the heavens and earth and annihilating all laws.

The fists were like halberds, and the dragon's roar was like a howl, filled with the tragic scene of blood staining the battlefield and corpses wrapped in horsehide, and also carrying a resolute will to sweep away everything and wipe out the enemy.

"This fist is a fist of conquest, a fist of slaughter, used to eliminate all enemies who hinder the establishment of the dynasty and suppress all rebels who challenge imperial authority!"

At this moment, Li Xijun, who had always been proud of his spiritual strength, was completely blank-minded and unable to react. He could only listen blankly as the other person threw punches and recounted:

"The Fourth Punch - Fate's Will!"

At the height of the battle, the intent of the fist changed once more!

Emperor Taizu of Li Yu shed his dragon form and reappeared as an emperor.

He retracted his fist, as if he had gathered all the momentum, power, and cause and effect accumulated from his previous conquests and expansions into his fist.

Immediately, he drew upon the vastness of the heavens with his fist, as if he were receiving the supreme will of the heavens from the darkness.

Endless golden willpower gathers from the void, representing the thoughts of all people; the majestic fortune of mountains and rivers rises from the earth, signifying the submission of territories; even fragments of time and threads of destiny are forcibly drawn in.

All of these ultimately converged on his fist, transforming into a divine light that was pure to the extreme, brilliant to the extreme, and domineering to the extreme.

This punch transcends the realm of mere power; it represents the grand trend, the inevitability. With a single punch, it seems as if all things in heaven and earth are aiding it, and the long river of history is making way for it.

The enemy was no longer facing Li Yu Taizu alone, but the torrent of the entire era, the crushing force of destiny, which could not be resisted or avoided. Under the glorious mandate of heaven, they could only vanish like smoke!

Li Xijun was completely immersed in the four unparalleled styles of the "Emperor Dragon Fist".

This boxing style is not just a martial art, but also an epic of imperial rule and a symbol of authority.

It resonated with his condensed Dharma form like never before, blended seamlessly with his true dragon destiny, and even evoked some vague insights into the power of the white dragon and the power of time.

After practicing the final move, "The Mandate of Heaven," Emperor Taizu Li Yu's figure slowly became transparent, eventually dissipating into the chaotic void like a flickering candle in the wind.

The overwhelming imperial pressure that filled the heavens and earth also receded like the tide.

Li Xijun knew that this might not be the complete picture of "Eight Desolate Dragon Control True Chapter", but perhaps only a fragment of its core essence, or the first test left by Emperor Li Yu for future generations who were destined to inherit it.

But these four techniques alone have already opened a door for him to a higher level of power and authority, allowing him to reach a completely new level of understanding of his own path.

His consciousness returned to his body like the receding tide.

On the top floor of the library, Li Xijun slowly opened his eyes, and then withdrew his hand from the stone tablet.

The stone tablet has regained its former simplicity and tranquility, and its smooth surface is no longer abnormal.

Li Xijun, who meticulously verified the essence of "Emperor's Dragon Fist" with his own path, couldn't help but sigh:

"The Emperor's Dragon Fist...bearing the mandate of heaven and ruling the eight wastelands...truly living up to its name."

So it is said,

He unconsciously looked at the familiar message in his field of vision.

[Your "Emperor Dragon Fist: Stabilizing the World" skill level has increased from 0% to 100%.]

Your mastery of "Emperor Dragon Fist: Stabilizing the World" has increased from 0% to 100%.

[Your "Emperor Dragon Fist: Establishing the Empire" skill level has increased from Master 0% to Master 100%.]

[Your "Emperor Dragon Fist: Reign Supreme" level has improved from 0% to 87% of beginner level.]

"Although I've only grasped the first two moves so far, and only the first move has reached this level, but..."

Li Xijun, unable to contain his excitement, muttered to himself:

"Every move of the Emperor Dragon Fist is a supreme technique of the Dharma Body. Such progress is far superior to the Thunder God Saber Technique, which is still wandering on the outside and has not even entered the door."

"With this ultimate Dharma Body technique, even without condensing my Golden Core, I am confident that I can activate the White Dragon King state and give the Seven Western Gods of the Great Sheng World a shock from martial arts from another world!"

(End of this chapter)