Immortality began with the Demon Suppression Division

The top of the Imperial Road Mountain.

A crimson glow filled the sky, and a pillar of light, reaching to the heavens, shot straight into the sky.

The isolation array that enveloped the mountaintop instantly collapsed.

The clouds in the dome were torn apart by an invisible force.

At that very moment, nine crimson-gold pillars of light, piercing the heavens and earth, rose from the depths of the Northern Dragon Vein across the Northern Territory.

Like the scales and claws of a giant dragon, they all fell toward the center of the Northern Territory, the summit of Mount Huangdao!

At the center of the altar, the lid of the Phoenix Nirvana Furnace was suddenly blown off.

At the heart of the furnace, a long sword burst forth from the void. The sword was seven feet and three inches long, with nine dragons carved on the hilt and a Xuanhuang celestial pearl inlaid at the pommel. The sword's flow was not a sharp, cold light, but rather a royal dragon aura surging like a vast galaxy.

The moment the Imperial Sword was born.

On the northern lands, all the royal banners trembled in unison, exuding the imperial aura of the Prince of Zhenbei, the vitality of the common people in the countryside, and the valiant spirit amidst the flames of war on the border...

Even the spirit of loyal souls slumbering underground.

Like rivers flowing into the sea, they surged forth along the nine dragon vein pillars of light.

The condensed fortune transformed into a torrent of crimson gold, coiling around the blade of the Imperial Sword.

Between heaven and earth, it seemed like the whispers of the wandering people, like a hymn, like a heart yearning for home, pushing the dragon energy on the sword to its peak.

At this moment, the Prince of Zhenbei stepped forward and gently stroked the sword.

The Imperial Sword trembled slightly, as if it possessed a spirit, cheering and celebrating its own birth.

A large hand gripped the sword hilt tightly, and the sound of the sword resounded through the heavens. It was not a sound of killing, but rather the majestic aura of an emperor holding court!

May all living beings in the universe bow down, and may the land of China return to silence!

The surging fortune no longer flowed into the Imperial Sword, but instead rushed into the body of the Prince of Zhenbei.

hold head high!

A dragon's roar resounded, and the dragon's fortune transformed into a layer of golden light, condensing into a spiraling golden dragon of fortune behind the King of Zhenbei!

Even though the Golden Dragon of Fortune is still very weak at this time.

But in the end, they still took the final step.

At this time, the Prince of Zhenbei had established his power and was showing his true colors as an emperor!

A solemn atmosphere prevailed as people looked up in reverence, a sense of submission rising in their hearts.

In the Ancient Sword Abyss, Li Haotian stood atop a mountain, holding a long sword, with a protector beside him.

He began to speak.

"Old Gu, did he succeed?"

The protector's eyes were deep. "Halfway there!"

After saying that, the two of them looked up at the sky together.

the other side.

The Kunpeng chariot rested quietly above the colorful clouds, and a slender hand gently lifted a corner of the curtain.

The goddess of the Thirty-Six Heavens of the North Sea gazed at the Imperial Sword with her beautiful eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

"This is an imperial weapon, a sword of the emperor's way. The King of Zhenbei used this sword to gather the dragon's fortune and suppress the destiny. Now the great trend has been formed."

"From now on, all thirty-six grotto-heavens of the North Sea will give their full support!"

"I obey the goddess's command!"

……

The top of the Imperial Road Mountain.

Above the sky, dark thunderclouds pressed down like ten thousand layers of black iron, while nine purple-gold tribulation lightning bolts coiled among the clouds like dragons and pythons.

A lightning bolt tore through the sky, illuminating all directions.

Beneath the thunderclouds, the Prince of Zhenbei held his Imperial Sword high, his eyes unusually calm.

The divine artifact that carried the destiny of the Northern Territory slipped from his hand and hung suspended beneath the lightning tribulation.

The first lightning bolt crashed down, a thick, pillar-like purple divine lightning bolt hurtling wildly through the sky.

But at the very moment it touched the body of the Imperial Sword,

Entangled and refined by the surging imperial aura on the sword, the lightning arcs transformed into a purple-gold rain of light.

It fell softly to the ground.

The clouds of tribulation surged, and the lightning tribulations followed one after another.

The second course, the third course...

Each tribulation of lightning carries with it a world-destroying black divine fire, which once again forges and tempers the divine artifact.

Just as the last bolt of divine lightning struck.

The Prince of Zhenbei stepped forward and stood beneath the clouds of tribulation, reaching out to grasp the Imperial Sword and activating the dragon veins of the Northern Territory.

The flow of fortune reversed, and between heaven and earth, beneath the thunderclouds, it condensed into a ten-thousand-foot-tall phantom of a human emperor.

The illusory figure of the Human Emperor raised his hand, and the Imperial Sword swelled in the wind before falling into his palm.

The ninth bolt of world-destroying divine lightning followed closely behind, its entire body pitch black, carrying the power to annihilate the world.

The Imperial Sword unleashed a strike, transforming into a torrent of fortune and a pillar of crimson-gold light, which crashed into the world-destroying lightning pillar.

The moment the two made contact, the world fell into a deathly silence, and then exploded with a deafening roar.

The shockwave overturned the clouds for miles, and even the thunderclouds vanished into nothingness.

The illusory image of the Human Emperor gradually dissipated, and the Imperial Sword returned to its normal size, with the flowing fortune on its blade resembling a mighty river.

A beam of golden light descended from the sky, illuminating the imposing figure of the Prince of Zhenbei.

"From this day forward, I shall be Emperor Wu!"

"The coronation ceremony will be held on a date to be selected!"

All was silent.

It's urgent.

All beings offered their congratulations and shouted in unison!

"Greetings, Emperor Wu!"

Even the inheritors of the Ancient Sword Abyss and the Thirty-Six Caves of the North Sea are no exception.

The goddess stepped out of the chariot, and the world paled in comparison.

She was stunningly beautiful, with a delicate nose sculpted from ice and jade, and skin as white as snow, but not a soft, warm white; rather, it shone with a cold light, like ice and jade.

The goddess bowed slightly and paid her respects to Emperor Wu.

【Cold Dream Shadow (Dharma Realm): 98/1400.】

This was the first time Luo Chen had ever seen such a... stunning beauty, aloof and noble, making people unable to look away, yet not daring to approach.

Is his surname also Leng?

Luo Chen thought of Leng Ruxue, the Princess Consort of Zhenbei, whom he had met once.

These two people have some similarities in their eyebrows.

Indeed, how could the Princess Consort of Zhenbei be an ordinary woman? It's normal for her to have powerful backers.

……

When the Imperial Sword was forged

Far away in the heart of Kyushu, atop the Tianji Pavilion's Star Gazing Platform.

The majestic Tianji Pavilion, supported by towering white jade pillars, stands atop the Nine Provinces.

The former Grand Preceptor of the Great Qian Dynasty, now the head of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, slightly opened his eyes.

A soft sigh.

Before him, a magnificent landscape painting slowly unfolded.

The golden dragon of fortune that was once trapped within has long since dissipated, leaving only the mountains and rivers of the Nine Provinces.

Today, the vast landscape above the map of mountains and rivers, specifically the northern region, is like ink spreading out, gradually rippled and transforming into a dreamlike illusion.

"So quickly he's displaying the qualities of an emperor!"

"good!"

His words were bland, devoid of any emotion.

The observatory fell silent once again.

……

The Ten Thousand Mountains of Southern Xinjiang.

With his hands behind his back, Zhenyue King gazed intently at the far north and asked a question.

"What do you think we should do?"

Behind him, a thin, middle-aged man's eyes flashed with a shrewd light as he smiled and spoke.

"Your Highness, rest assured, being fast in one step does not mean being fast in every step."

"Now that the balance of power among the three parties has been broken, the Prince of Zhenbei will face the hostility of all the forces in the world."

"We just need to proceed steadily and surely, and the matter of becoming emperor can proceed in a stable manner."

King Zhenyue nodded and looked toward the center of Kyushu.

"I don't know what that old man was thinking! He disrupted the fate of the Great Qian Dynasty, yet he did nothing about it."

The staff behind him also looked puzzled.

The Lord of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion brought an end to the Great Qian Dynasty, but he had no ambition to become emperor and allowed various forces in the Nine Provinces to divide up the territory.

Although those people outwardly all revered the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion.

However, the various forces are intertwined and have complex relationships. How many forces can truly obey the orders issued by the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion?

On the other hand, the two kings located in the north and south have surrounded the Nine Provinces from the front and back, and are gradually eroding and annexing them.

Thus, it won't be long before the world becomes a battleground for two emperors vying for supremacy.