Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

The towering purple lightning pillar, which had brought prosperity to the nation for three hundred years, was shattered by the combined efforts of everyone.

With no more pressure on him, Xie Xiaoyi slapped the ground with one hand, lifted himself up, and stood firmly.

The next second, his toes touched the ground, his feet stepped into the void, and he soared into the air, standing in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, the Heaven-Opening Heavy Sword in his hand suddenly shone brightly, pointing directly at the pillar of the dynasty's fortune drawn by the qi of Wang Jiling and the other qi cultivators.

He shouted loudly: "With one sword, I cleave the imperial destiny; from now on, there will be no more great prosperity in the world!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the world changed color.

A transparent, dragon-shaped stream of true energy rose from Xie Xiaoyi's body, swirled for a moment, and then drilled straight into the Heaven-Opening Heavy Sword.

Immediately following, the Phoenix-shaped True Qi burst forth from his body and entered the sword blade.

Then, a heavy, illusory image of a Qilin appeared, carrying an aura that could suppress heaven and earth, and merged into the sword.

Finally, the gentle, tortoise-spirit true energy slowly rose, firmly binding itself to the back of the sword and completely merging into it.

All the true energy of the four auspicious beasts flowed into the sword, causing the sword intent of the Heaven-Opening Heavy Sword to surge suddenly. The sharp sword energy soared into the sky, almost tearing the heavens apart.

Hua Youwu gazed at the Heaven-Opening Sword in mid-air, its sword intent soaring to the heavens, and sighed in a deep voice, "Such heavy sword intent, it weighs more than ten thousand jin."

Xie Daoyun raised his hand and gently stroked his long beard, gazing at the four streams of auspicious beast energy that had entered the sword in succession, and said calmly:

"With the four elements gathered, the heavens are shattered and the cauldron is broken. This sword intent is unprecedented and unparalleled. Unless one is a sword immortal in the heavens, no one in the world can withstand it."

Fu Yaoqin was engrossed in watching. She gently tugged at Ning Hua's sleeve and asked softly, "Daoist Master, what is Xiao Yi trying to do?"

Ning Hua turned to look at her and saw that she had beautiful features and a gentle figure, and was momentarily lost in thought.

She thought to herself, "No wonder that boy would risk his life for her. With such beauty, she is worthy of being called the most beautiful woman in the world, except for Xie Lingyun."

Ning Hua composed himself and said in a deep voice, "Little Xie Mo... wants to sever the destiny of the Great Sheng Dynasty with a single sword strike."

Fu Yaoqin was so shocked that she couldn't speak.

Yu Shinan, standing beside Wang Jiling, had already grasped the key point, and his expression changed drastically:

"Your Majesty, this is terrible! He's going to sever the three-hundred-year-old fortune of our Great Sheng Dynasty!"

"Damn it, those traitorous officials and rebels deserve to die!"

Wang Jiling staggered, roaring with all his might, "Xie Xiaoyi, how dare you!"

"What do I have to be afraid of?"

"Wasn't it said that the First Emperor of Qin reappeared, shaking the heavens, and his sword's roar shook the dynasty?"

"We are completely unrelated, yet some critics have accused me of being a scourge to the country and its people."

"Hmph! There's nothing inherently wrong in the world; it's just that mediocre people create their own troubles!"

Having said that, Xie Xiaoyi held his sword with both hands and fiercely slashed at the pillar of destiny that carried the dynasty's fate!

"boom--!!!"

With a single strike, the Ancestral Dragon True Qi within him, along with the power of the Four Symbols, surged forth from the Heaven-Opening Heavy Sword.

A dragon-shaped sword aura poured down like a celestial river, striking straight at the pillar of great fortune.

"Bang—!!!"

A deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth; the pillar of destiny, which had carried the fate of a three-hundred-year dynasty, was shattered.

The beam of light shattered at the point where the sword struck, disintegrating inch by inch, and the purple aura scattered across the sky, as if the heavens were collapsing.

The nation's prosperity, spanning three hundred years, vanished completely under this single sword strike.

At that very moment, the expressions of the more than two hundred Qi cultivators in mid-air all changed.

They originally used their own energy to guide the dynasty's fortune, but now that the fortune has been severed, the backlash is like a thunderbolt pouring down on their entire bodies.

"puff--!"

"puff--!"

"puff--!"

A series of blood mists exploded simultaneously, and more than two hundred people coughed up blood, their meridians severed, and they died on the spot.

The figure that was originally suspended in mid-air suddenly lost its support and crashed down from the sky with a series of cracks.

bang bang bang-

They fell to the ground one after another, and in a short time, a group of Qi Refiners lay dead beneath the city.

The winds and clouds swirled across the heavens and earth, spiritual energy surged chaotically, and the aftershocks of the dynasty's collapse swept across all directions, causing mountains and rivers to tremble and the earth to crack.

The great prosperity of the dynasty has come to an end.

In the distance, Wang Yan and Situ Rui's army had already achieved a great victory.

The earth-shattering scene on the city wall left everyone stunned and speechless for a long time.

"don't want......."

Yu Shinan roared fiercely, his knees slamming heavily on the ground, his hands pounding the ground frantically, completely distraught and heartbroken.

He knew it was all over...

An emperor without the blessing of imperial fortune will lose all favorable timing, geographical advantages, and popular support.

The most fundamental destiny of a dynasty lies in the foundation of heaven, earth, and humanity.

When one's luck is broken, heaven will not bless them, earth will not support them, and they will not return home; from then on, there will be no chance of turning their life around.

Wang Jiling's vision went black, and he collapsed. The eunuchs on both sides rushed forward to support him.

The world was deathly silent, with only Xie Xiaoyi standing alone in mid-air.

The Heaven-Opening Heavy Sword hung diagonally at his side, and his body exuded an arrogant aura that looked down upon the world, as if there was nothing in the world that could make him fear.

Just then, Ning Hua and Xie Daoyun both looked up at the sky and exclaimed in surprise:

"No, could this aura be... the imminent arrival of a celestial being?"

Before anyone could react, a thunderous and majestic roar suddenly erupted from the depths of the sky:

"Xie Xiaoyi, how dare you!"

Xie Xiaoyi and the others all looked up upon hearing the sound.

The once gloomy sky was now filled with rolling clouds, and a burst of rosy light appeared. From within the clouds, a blurry yet majestic and awe-inspiring phantom of a deity suddenly emerged.

His robes fluttered, and he exuded an ethereal aura, yet his face was contorted with rage, and an oppressive aura swept across the heavens and earth.

The illusory immortal figure fixed its gaze on Xie Xiaoyi, extended a golden finger, and roared angrily, its voice resounding throughout the heavens and earth:

"Xie Xiaoyi! How dare you arbitrarily shatter the three-hundred-year fortune of my Great Sheng Dynasty, disrupt the order of heaven and earth, and go against the will of heaven!"

Even if it means destroying my own immortal foundation, defying the laws of heaven, and suffering divine punishment, I will personally grind you to dust!

The celestial might was overwhelming, causing the people on the ground to tremble violently. They subconsciously held their breath, and even moving was difficult.

Xie Xiaoyi has now reached a state of supreme confidence, and he feels no fear when facing celestial beings.

"What does the dynasty's fate have to do with you? And who are you anyway?"

Xie Daoyun gazed at the illusory figure of the immortal, his eyes narrowing slightly, and softly revealed the answer to the crowd:

"This person should be Prince Jian, the sword god who dominated the world during the Great Sheng Dynasty more than a hundred years ago."

The moment those words were spoken, the entire room erupted in uproar.

Lu Fang had already put the Seven Star Sword back into its sheath. Upon hearing this, his expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed in shock:

"Wang Zijian? Is that the legendary swordsman Wang Zijian who slew the First Emperor and whose skill astonished all ages?"

Tiger Rhino, puzzled, asked, "Brother, have you heard of this person?"

Lu Fang nodded: "I've heard my master talk about his deeds, but I don't know why he's in heaven..."

Ning Hua helped Fu Yaoqin, who almost lost her balance, and softly continued:

"Back then, everyone said that all the sword intent in the world was shared, and Wang Zijian alone possessed eight-tenths of it... It turns out that he had already ascended to immortality."

Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked and their gazes toward the illusory figure in the clouds were instantly filled with horror.