Film and Television: The Villain's Life Begins with Joy of Life

The heavy snowfall obscured all the colors of Kyoto.

Even elderly people who have lived most of their lives will lean on their canes and exclaim in admiration, "What a heavy snow!"

In their memory, there hadn't been such a thorough and exhilarating snowfall in decades.

People in Kyoto, if they don't live long enough, will probably never see such a sight in their entire lives.

Outside the palace gates, a figure clad in armor sat atop a tall warhorse.

Nearly twenty years later, Qin Ye put on this set of black armor again.

His warhorse, which once galloped across the land, has long since died of old age in its stall.

The horse I'm riding now is almost identical to the one from back then, in terms of coat color, physique, and spirit.

Snowflakes fell on his deeply lined face, melting into water as they heated up, dripping down his gray beard and making soft, pattering sounds as they hit the breastplate of his armor.

At this moment, the nearly seventy-year-old man had long since shed his drowsy pretense in the court, with only a burning flame surging in his eyes.

He gazed at the palace gate before him, at the snow falling all around him, and in a daze, he was transported back to the days of war and conquest.

These twenty years of concealing his talents and keeping a low profile have not diminished the passion in his bones.

The moment the news of Emperor Qing's death arrived, the last embers in his decaying body transformed into ambition, burning wildly.

"I will not become another Lin Ruofu!"

Looking at the soldiers charging forward in formation, Qin Ye secretly hardened his heart.

Lin Ruofu's death affected him far more than others.

One of them stood at the pinnacle of civil official power, and the other at the peak of military power.

As a result, a flower-viewing party that was nothing new led to the lowly death of a dignified prime minister.

With Lin Ruofu's death, the biggest beneficiary was undoubtedly Emperor Qing.

Furthermore, the fact that Emperor Qing convened the flower appreciation party ahead of schedule made him suspect that it was a staged drama to eliminate powerful ministers.

After much thought, he concluded that Emperor Qing could no longer tolerate the prime minister's power threatening the imperial authority.

Emperor Qing could not tolerate Lin Ruofu, so naturally he could not tolerate Qin Ye either.

He believed that he had not fallen to the same level as Lin Ruofu, entirely because he possessed martial arts skills at the ninth rank.

If he were as weak as Lin Ruofu, he would probably have died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

Before Emperor Qing decided to hold a temple ceremony at Mount Dadong, he could only suppress his many thoughts in his heart.

With Emperor Qing and Grandmasters around, he can't cause any trouble no matter what.

But who would have thought that the accident would come so suddenly.

Emperor Qing is dead! The Grandmaster of Qing Kingdom is also trapped in Da Dong Mountain.

With no ruler in Kyoto, only an elderly empress dowager remained to oversee the situation!

How could this not excite him?

Supporting the crown prince was his decision.

Of course, his aim was not to support another Emperor Qing, nor to continue being a powerful minister who was constantly feared.

What he wants is to become the second Zhan Mingyue.

It is the path of Zhan Mingyue, the founding emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty!

He wanted powerful ministers to seize power and use the emperor to command the disobedient! He wanted to change the imperial regalia and transform the Li family's empire into the Qin family's empire.

He originally thought that to achieve this, he would have to plan step by step and wait for several years, or even more than a decade.

Unexpectedly, the opportunity came again so suddenly!

Prince Cheng actually used weapons and the Imperial Guards to control the palace and seize the throne!

Upon receiving this message, he took a long time to process it.

His original plan was simply to lead the army into the city to bolster the crown prince's power and suppress unruly officials.

Now, however, he has an opportunity to go even further.

"Eliminate the false emperor and restore the legitimate dynasty!"

Countless soldiers shouted, their voices like a tidal wave, as they charged toward the palace gates.

Qin Ye's eyes were colder than ice and snow.

On this day, he intends to use the pretext of "serving the emperor and suppressing the rebellion" to sweep away all obstacles, turn the crown prince into a puppet, and lay the foundation for the Qin family's eternal rule.

.......

Inside the Taiji Hall.

The deafening shouts of battle could be faintly heard, and even through the layers of palace walls, the slogan "Remove Prince Cheng, Depose the False Emperor" could be faintly heard.

The Crown Prince still wore a happy expression, but the Empress Dowager's expression had subtly changed.

The sounds of fighting had already entered the palace.

If Qin Ye simply wanted to support the Crown Prince, why would he need to go to this extent?

Having served three emperors, the Empress Dowager saw through Qin Ye's thoughts almost instantly.

On the other hand, neither the Crown Prince nor Qin Heng noticed Qin Ye's growing ambition.

Those fighting alongside Qin Ye's garrison were naturally the imperial guards from the palace.

The Imperial Guard was a more elite force than the Kyoto Garrison, and it had always maintained a strength of 5,000.

Emperor Qing took three thousand men with him before leaving the capital, and now there are less than two thousand left to guard the palace.

Even the most elite of the two thousand Imperial Guards could only retreat in defeat when faced with a garrison ten times their size.

Soon, the palace gates fell one after another. The imperial guards fought and retreated, while the garrison troops advanced rapidly. The sounds of clashing swords, screams, and horses' hooves crushing the snow mingled together, growing ever closer.

"Chengcheng, run away now!"

Li Yunrui's voice was urgent and very low.

She knew very well that once the Crown Prince ascended the throne, Zhou Cheng would be the first to die among everyone in the palace.

Zhou Cheng's only way out now is to escape—to escape the palace and the Qing Kingdom!

She glanced at the Empress Dowager, implying that Zhou Cheng was holding her hostage.

Now that the Taiji Hall is surrounded by Tiger Guards, Zhou Cheng cannot escape using conventional methods; he can only threaten the Empress Dowager.

The Crown Prince was originally the best candidate, but unfortunately, Zhou Cheng had him dragged off the steps, and with Qin Heng by his side, it was really difficult for him to get close.

Among Zhou Cheng's associates, only the Empress Dowager was an easy target.

Zhou Cheng's expression shifted slightly as he looked at Li Yunrui with surprise.

He never expected that Li Yunrui would let him escape at this critical moment.

Based on his understanding of this woman, it would be normal for her to turn on him and sell him out right now.

Let him escape? That's quite unexpected.

Li Yunrui's voice wasn't loud, but Qin Heng still heard it.

Qin Heng sneered, "Prince Cheng, your mother is still in Hanguang Palace, and all your wives and concubines are in the capital. If you know what's good for you, surrender obediently, and perhaps you can save their lives. If you don't—"

Before Qin Heng could finish speaking, a chill suddenly ran through him.

Then he saw Zhou Cheng's expression change.

Gone was the blandness and frivolity; instead, there was coldness, and an indifference colder than coldness itself.

Are you threatening me?

Zhou Cheng's voice was very soft.

It was so soft that Qin Heng suspected only he could hear it.

He sensed something was amiss, but continued his threat, "This isn't a threat, it's a fact. Tiger Guards, what are you waiting for? Take down Prince Cheng first!"

Having received the order, the Tiger Guards were about to step onto the imperial steps.

"presumptuous!"

The two words struck like a thunderclap.

In that instant, both Tiger Guard and Qin Heng felt as if their hearts were being gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand.

An invisible, vast, and irresistible force poured down from above, sweeping across the sky and engulfing everything.

That wasn't true qi, nor was it killing intent; it was simply a purer, more fundamental form of spiritual oppression.

Grandmasters may have mortal bodies, but their spirits transcend that of humans.

Wherever the mind and will go, there is absolute crushing of mortals.

The air in the Taiji Hall seemed to freeze, time seemed to stand still, and everyone felt a great terror in that instant.

Sweeping across Zhou Cheng's cold gaze,

Even the Tiger Guards, who had been brainwashed, trained, and molded into killing machines since childhood, forgot their orders and stood frozen in place.

They dared not move, not even a little bit.

Their instincts, those ingrained, most primitive survival instincts, were screaming wildly, warning them—to move would mean death.

It's not just the Tiger Guards.

Inside the entire Taiji Hall, everyone froze in place, stunned by the immense terror.

Li Yunrui and the Empress Dowager, who were by Zhou Cheng's side, were in better condition, but they felt a tightness in their chests and some discomfort.

Beneath the imperial throne, the Crown Prince, the First Prince, the Second Prince, and all the civil and military officials were trembling and weak.

They felt as if a mountain was pressing down on them, trying to squeeze out the last bit of air from their lungs.

No one could remain standing. Even the prince, who refused to submit, turned pale and trembled as he stepped down.

The officials who had just stood up knelt down again, trembling and prostrate on the ground.

Their feelings were more profound than others'.

They could almost smell the approaching death.

The one standing in front of the dragon throne is simply inhuman!

Rather, it is a god who cannot be looked at directly, cannot be disobeyed, and cannot be offended!

A god who can decide their life or death with just a single thought.

"I can threaten others," Zhou Cheng's voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to come from the heavens, carrying an irresistible majesty, "but no one can threaten me."

He looked down at Qin Heng.

What Qin Heng felt was no longer simply suffocation, but... freezing.

Like a tiny insect falling into a pool of amber, it can only watch helplessly as it is swallowed up inch by inch.

"What do you think gave me the right to rebel, to call myself 'I,' and to sit on this chair?"

Zhou Cheng's gaze swept across the hall, passing over every horrified face.

"I have always relied on myself!"

As soon as Zhou Cheng finished speaking, an unbelievable thought rose uncontrollably in Qin Heng's mind.

He doesn't understand Grandmasters, but he does understand the Ninth Rank.

He had been taught martial arts by Qin Ye since childhood and was very familiar with the martial arts will of the ninth rank.

However, the immense pressure his father, Qin Ye, had exerted on him was worlds apart from the current state of Zhou Cheng.

What is above the ninth rank?

The answer is obvious.

"Grandmaster!"

Qin Heng strained with all his might, uttering three words with great difficulty, each one barely squeezed out between his teeth.

After uttering those three words, he was filled with nothing but despair.

As a martial artist and a Privy Councilor, he deeply understood that the consequences of offending a Grandmaster would be far more severe than offending the Emperor!

The moment those three difficult words were uttered, they resounded like a thunderclap, echoing in everyone's minds.

Zhou Cheng's imposing presence at this moment was too overwhelming, almost unbearable.

So much so that after Qin Heng finished speaking, no one doubted him in the slightest.

Li Yunrui's beautiful eyes widened, and her lips parted slightly.

The reason she supported Zhou Cheng was not only because of their close relationship, but also because she guessed that Zhou Cheng had a Grandmaster behind him.

She had guessed many times, doubting Ku He, Si Gu Jian, Ye Liu Yun, and even Hong Si Xiang, but she had never doubted Zhou Cheng.

This little man of hers turned out to be the Grandmaster she had always suspected!

His trump card has always been himself?!

Unbelievable! Inconceivable!

After a brief moment of shock, Li Yunrui was overjoyed!

The Empress Dowager was equally shocked, her wrinkles crinkling together.

She knew the weight of a Grandmaster.

Originally, after Emperor Qing passed away, Hong Sixiang was trapped in Dadong Mountain and her fate was unknown. In addition to worrying about the succession of the Qing Kingdom, she was also worried about the vacancy of the Grandmaster.

She knew all too well that only a Grandmaster could guarantee the long-term stability and security of a nation.

Having lost the Grandmaster, she hadn't dared to think about the fate of the Qing Kingdom before, fearing some terrible outcome.

Upon suddenly learning that her rebellious grandson was a Grandmaster, her mind went blank, and she was momentarily at a loss for how to react.

After regaining her senses, she felt a surge of resentment.

If you're a grandmaster, just say so!

But if she had known beforehand that Zhou Cheng was a Grandmaster, she would never have supported the Crown Prince's succession.

She really couldn't understand why someone who could rightfully inherit the throne would choose to rebel. Was rebellion some kind of fun?

"As expected of a family of military generals, they do have a good eye."

Zhou Cheng nodded slightly, acknowledging Qin Heng's answer.

He then looked into the hall and continued in a low voice:

"I was precocious from a young age, a prodigy. I began learning martial arts at thirteen and became a grandmaster in three years. A year later, I absorbed the strengths of many masters and believed myself to be invincible in the world."

He paused.

"Throughout my life, I have always upheld fairness and justice! In principle, if I can rebel, you can also rebel, but alas..."

I am the principle!

Zhou Cheng didn't say the last half of the sentence. He simply turned his gaze back to Qin Heng, without pity or anger, only a condescending indifference, as if looking at an ant.

"Qin Heng, your Qin family has lost the bet. Your treacherous schemes and disobedience are unforgivable!"

Qin Heng's internal energy circulated wildly, and his face quickly turned from pale to red, as if he were about to bleed.

He tried his best to resist Zhou Cheng's mental pressure, but how could he possibly shake the absolute gap in their realms?

"I sentence you to death!"

Zhou Cheng's words were like divine decree, each syllable carrying the weight of murderous intent.

Qin Heng's spirit was pushed to its limit.

In his vague perception, the primordial energy of heaven and earth, like a mountain, was violently shaken, lifted, and then hurled straight at him by a pair of invisible giant hands.

He had nowhere to hide, nowhere to avoid, and couldn't even move. He could only watch helplessly as that equally invisible mountain crushed down upon him.

He could only open his chest and let out one last roar:

"No--"

The roar abruptly ceased.

Qin Heng, whose body was already stiff, suddenly trembled.

From the perspective of the crown prince and other princes in the front row, one could clearly see that the expression on his face was frozen in a moment of fear.

Qin Heng fell straight backward.

"Bang!"

The heavy armor struck the gold bricks with a dull thud.

Even the Crown Prince and the First Prince, who were skilled in martial arts, did not notice what was happening around Qin Heng, let alone the other officials who were standing further away and who were not even skilled in martial arts.

All they saw was Zhou Cheng speaking, as if a god had pronounced Qin Heng's death sentence.

Then, Qin Heng died.

For a long time, everyone has only regarded "holding the imperial authority in one's mouth" as an exaggerated expression to describe the majesty of an emperor.

When an emperor is also a grandmaster, the phrase "holding the mandate of heaven in one's mouth" takes on a concrete meaning in their minds.

The officials had previously dismissed the claim that "the Grandmaster is a man who can rival a nation, transcends the ordinary and is almost like a god" as an exaggeration.

Only now do they know what a Grandmaster is.

At this moment, their reverence for the Grandmaster instantly surpassed their awe of imperial power.

died.

He just died like that?

The crown prince stared blankly at the scene.

Qin Heng is much stronger than him.

Such a person was no match for a single glance from Zhou Cheng.

Suddenly he realized just how tolerant his third brother had been of him.

Pushing him twice at the Hanging Temple was probably like teasing a child.

He had been holding a grudge about those two pushes, but now he was completely at peace with them.

After feeling relieved, I felt lingering fear, followed by resentment.

You're a grandmaster, you should have said so earlier!

Inside the Taiji Hall, a deathly silence fell.

Conversely, the shouts of battle outside the hall became incredibly clear and grew ever closer.

Qin Ye led the garrison troops with unstoppable momentum, and the Imperial Guards had retreated to the square in front of the Taiji Hall, where they fought desperately against the garrison troops' attack in the snow.

The sounds of clashing swords and screams were particularly jarring in the wind and snow. The thick snow on the square was stained red with blood as it melted, leaving behind horrifying traces.

The Imperial Guard was small in number and fought a retreat.

Suddenly, an arrow shot into the Taiji Hall, nearly hitting an official in the back row.

"Enough! Stop!"

A thunderous sound emanated from the Taiji Hall, like the voice of a god, suppressing all other noises in the world.

The soldiers on both sides, locked in fierce combat, all paused in their movements.

Their faces were still contorted with a desperate ferocity. They didn't know where the voice came from, but instinctively dared not defy the authority in it.

Zhou Cheng walked down the steps of the Danbi Gate and through the main hall of the Taiji Hall.

Wherever he went, the officials knelt down and retreated like a tide, making way for a wide road.

No one dared to look up, no one dared to make a sound, and they even suppressed their breathing to a minimum.

Only after Zhou Cheng stepped out of the palace gate did they dare to cautiously peek at his tall and straight back.

The wind and snow lashed at his face, melting into tiny, icy droplets that brought a chill. But these droplets didn't linger on him; they evaporated into wisps of mist that rose gently into the air.

When the Imperial Guards saw Zhou Cheng emerge, they quickly closed in, forming a semicircle in front of him, holding swords and shields, protecting Zhou Cheng and the Taiji Hall behind them.

The opposing garrison also began to form ranks and array themselves, a dark mass of troops with spears like a forest and crossbows nocked.

The crowd automatically parted to make way for them.

A tall, black warhorse slowly emerged.

Qin Ye reined in his horse, his gaze passing over the Imperial Guards' defenses and landing on Zhou Cheng, his brows furrowing slightly.

The scene was different from what he had expected.

However, he still said in a deep voice, "Prince Cheng! I, Qin, led the loyal and righteous garrison to protect the emperor and safeguard the state. You have usurped the throne and plotted rebellion, a heinous crime. Surrender now!"

Zhou Cheng: "Serving the king? Which king are you serving?"

Qin Ye clasped his hands in a fist salute towards the Taiji Hall, his voice booming: "I, Qin Ye, naturally address the Crown Prince! The Crown Prince is the rightful heir to the throne. Now that our army has arrived, where is the Crown Prince? Where is my son, Qin Heng?"

Zhou Cheng replied calmly, "The Crown Prince is still inside the palace. However, Qin Heng is dead."

Qin Ye's expression changed drastically, but before he could ask, Zhou Cheng continued:

"It was I who killed them!"

Qin Ye's hands, gripping the reins, bulged with veins.

"What did you say?"

Zhou Cheng didn't repeat himself, he just looked at him:

"Qin Heng has committed treason and disobedience, and deserves to die. You, Qin Ye, led troops to storm the palace, which is tantamount to rebellion, and your crime is unforgivable!"

Qin Ye laughed in extreme anger:

"Ridiculous! Prince Cheng, do you really think you're the emperor? Hand over the Crown Prince and Qin Heng immediately! My tens of thousands of troops have already entered the city and quelled the rebellion. Your power is gone. If you know what's good for you, surrender and perhaps you can still—"

"Qin Ye".

Zhou Cheng interrupted him.

"Qin Heng is dead. I killed him. If your Qin family had simply chosen sides, I might have spared your life. But you went too far!"

Zhou Cheng stepped forward step by step, raising his hand to signal the Imperial Guards to retreat.

The Imperial Guards hesitated for a moment, but finally obeyed the order and retreated, only forming a formation at the entrance of the Taiji Hall.

To the astonishment of the imperial guards, the side doors of the main hall behind them were opened, and many officials gathered around, gazing at the figure in the square with expressions ranging from awe and trepidation to fervor.

As Zhou Cheng stepped forward, an invisible, terrifying aura surged from his body, spreading in all directions like a tide.

The garrison, numbering in the tens of thousands, stood densely packed in front and behind the square. At this moment, Zhou Cheng's aura alone was equal to that of the ten thousand men.

Qin Ye's expression finally changed!

As the person who is closest to the pinnacle of martial arts in the world, he has a more acute sense than anyone else!

He sensed that power that transcended the ninth rank, transcended the mortal realm, and was almost divine.

"Impossible..." he murmured, his voice filled with disbelief.

But the instinctive trembling in his body told him that it was all real.

"How could this be...?"

A flush rose to Qin Ye's face.

He finally believed Zhou Cheng's words.

If Zhou Cheng is truly as he suspects, then the Crown Prince will certainly not be able to succeed to the throne, and his son Qin Heng will naturally be dead.

Qin Ye spent his life fighting and had two sons.

His eldest son died at the hands of the Black Knights of the Censorate at a young age, and he never had the chance to take revenge.

Qin Heng was his only remaining son, but now he is also dead.

Qin Ye aged ten years in an instant, and then he went into a hysterical frenzy!

"With my son dead, all is lost! Even if you truly are a Grandmaster, you will be buried with my son and the Qin family!"

Qin Ye drew his sword and roared:

"Archers—ready!"

Behind him, hundreds of archers raised their bows in unison, arrows nocked on the strings, their arrowheads gleaming coldly in the snow, aimed at Zhou Cheng, who was less than ten feet away.

Although they were acting in the name of serving the king, after fighting for so long, they had no choice but to continue to obey Qin Ye.

"put!"

"Whoosh—!"

Hundreds of arrows, like a black rainstorm, accompanied by wind and snow, rained down on Zhou Cheng. The arrows pierced the air with a sharp, shrill sound, tearing through the air and carrying a deathly howl.

What terrified the officials even more was that the arrows were not only aimed at Zhou Cheng, but also at the imperial guards and the palace gates.

The Imperial Guards used human shields, braving the wind and snow, ready to defend against the rain of arrows.

Some of the people who had been watching the commotion at the entrance of the hall screamed in terror and desperately tried to hide inside.

Zhou Cheng didn't move, just let his hands hang down.

The invisible true energy, however, was like an extension of his limbs, forming an invisible barrier in front of him.

Arrows rained down, accompanied by wind and snow.

however,

An unbelievable scene unfolded.

The rain of arrows vanished into thin air before they could even touch Zhou Cheng.

Except for a few arrows that were shot particularly crookedly, all the arrows vanished like phantoms the moment they entered that invisible boundary.

Except for a few arrows that were shot particularly crookedly, all the arrows vanished like phantoms the moment they entered that invisible boundary.

There were no sounds of collision or landing; apart from the initial whooshing sound, the rain of arrows vanished, leaving only the rustling of wind and snow.

The archers on the other side began to tremble.

Inside the palace gates, those who had been desperately trying to squeeze in had stopped moving at some point.

They were stunned, staring at the miraculous scene, forgetting to flee and forgetting to breathe.

Qin Ye found it equally unbelievable.

The Grandmaster is said to be inhuman, but he is still human after all, and he knows that.

He was aware that some of the Grandmaster's methods were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

But what he saw before him was completely beyond his imagination!

Is this really the kind of behavior a human being should use?

Is this really the kind of skill a grandmaster should possess?

"Release! Keep releasing!" he roared again, unwilling to give up.

A second volley of arrows was fired, but the result was the same.

Some archers dared not make another move.

The third volley of arrows was fired, but the arrows that had been tearing through the wind and snow were visibly thinner, and the result was still the same.

After three waves of arrows, within a few feet of Zhou Cheng, only snowflakes fell silently; there was not a single arrow, not a trace of blood, as if it were a pure land isolated from the world.

Whether it was the garrison on the opposite side or the imperial guards behind them.

Their hands, gripping bows and swords, and knives and shields, were trembling.

One reason was fear, and the other was excitement.

All eyes were drawn to the figure standing tall in the wind and snow.

This isn't a human being.

This is clearly a demon, an immortal, or a god!

The three waves of arrows did not end the ordeal.

Zhou Cheng raised his hand and pointed lightly at the opposite side.

In the void, countless arrows reappeared out of thin air, like a black storm, with a sharp whistling sound, seemingly shooting back at an even faster speed than when they came!

"ah--!"

Screams echoed throughout the room.

Aside from highly skilled experts, few on the opposing side could react in time.

By the time the soldiers behind them began to raise their shields, Zhou Cheng's retaliatory rain of arrows had ended.

The snow on the ground was stained with a new crimson hue, a shocking sight.

Qin Ye tumbled out from under the horse's belly in a disheveled state, his armor covered in snow and mud.

The black warhorse was riddled with arrows and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

This rain of arrows was naturally not enough to kill Qin Ye, a ninth-rank official, but this method completely baffled him.

He was a ninth-rank official, the top military officer in the Qing Kingdom, and a man who had seen it all.

It can make arrows disappear into thin air and then reappear out of thin air.

This is no longer within the scope of martial arts!

"Can a Grandmaster...go that far?"

He had no answer.

He even began to doubt whether he was facing a human being.

On the other side, Zhou Cheng was also tired of this farce.

After the arrow rain killed a wave, very few people on the other side still harbored any murderous intent towards him.

Although he didn't care how many people died, the large number of deaths was ultimately not something that would make him happy.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Then, he opened his eyes.

In that instant, the entire spiritual energy of Kyoto was stirred up.

The spirit of a great master is in harmony with heaven and earth.

Without other grandmasters vying for control of the primordial energy of heaven and earth, he could influence this world, with the influence radiating further and higher.

Like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, he stirred up the vital energy within a radius of several miles, even tens of miles.

The world was filled with ripples invisible to the naked eye, spreading outwards in concentric circles from Zhou Cheng.

The highly condensed primordial energy vibrated violently, slowly generating a hazy arc of light.

Soon, a faint glow appeared around Zhou Cheng's body. This was a plasma phenomenon caused by the high concentration and condensation of radiant energy, an unusual phenomenon that occurred when a Grandmaster resonated with heaven and earth.

The light grew brighter and brighter, casting a sacred glow upon him.

What's even more shocking is—

Behind Zhou Cheng, a huge figure outlined by arcs of light began to appear.

The figure was hazy and indistinct, like a mirage, with a simple yet clearly discernible outline.

Hundreds of meters? Or thousands of meters?

No one could say for sure how tall that figure was.

That figure stood tall and upright, as if supporting the heavens and overlooking the entire capital.

From the east to the west of the city, from the south to the north, no matter where you stand in Kyoto, you can see that giant standing between heaven and earth as long as you look up.

The Grandmaster's skills, combined with the techniques of the Western Continent, created this dreamlike scene.

Fighting a Grandmaster is a useless tactic; it's merely used to intimidate mortals, but it's far more effective than a Grandmaster killing someone.

Everyone was stunned.

At that moment, countless soldiers, whether from the garrison or the imperial guards, instinctively dropped their weapons and knelt down.

Even ordinary people outside the palace, who had no idea what was happening, felt an irresistible awe when they saw the strange phenomenon above the imperial city, that towering figure.

More and more people who had taken refuge in their homes due to the turmoil in the capital rushed out of their homes, knelt in the streets, and lay prostrate in the snow, praying and worshipping that figure.

"Kneel down, or you'll be spared!"

Zhou Cheng's voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth, like a divine decree.

The clanging sound of armor clashing together filled the air.

The next moment, Zhou Cheng saw that apart from Qin Ye, there was no one else standing.

Having spent half his life on the battlefield and never known fear, Qin Ye was now enveloped by the unknown and fear.

Compared to that towering giant, his existence was so insignificant it was almost a joke.

However, he didn't believe it!

He didn't believe that this was something a human could do, and he didn't believe that a grandmaster could have such supernatural powers!

"It's a trick! It must be a trick! Kill! Kill them all!"

Qin Ye gave a stern order to the kneeling assassins around him. But he himself dared not move an inch.

"Qin Ye, that's enough!"

Zhou Cheng was too lazy to waste any more time with Qin Ye.

He raised his hand and pointed.

A huge beam of light extended its fingers along with his movements.

As a ninth-rank expert, Qin Ye was nearly invincible below the Grandmaster level, so he could naturally feel the overwhelming spiritual energy of heaven and earth!

His eyes widened in fury as he tried to resist, only to discover that what was coming at him was not a finger, but a colossal pillar reaching for the sky.

"Bang!"

In the original novel, the top military officer, whom Fan Xian and several other ninth-rank officials risked their lives to kill, was simply turned into a cloud of blood mist in a casual manner.

At this point, the amount of spiritual energy drawn in was too great, and Zhou Cheng was starting to lose control.

The image of the giant changed from a simple line drawing to a pixelated one, becoming blurry, distorted, and shaky.

Zhou Cheng began to exert all his energy to release into the sky.

The thick, dark clouds were suddenly torn open.

A golden beam of light descended straight down from the hole in the clouds, reaching the heavens and the earth, and struck Zhou Cheng precisely.

That was sunlight.

Pure, intense, golden sunlight.

However, at this moment, in front of the Taiji Hall, no one thought it was just ordinary sunlight; everyone thought it was the halo of a deity.

The violent energy of heaven and earth was blasted into the clouds, causing them to churn and spread outwards in concentric circles, like ripples created by a pebble thrown into a lake.

The cloud cave visibly expanded, hundreds of meters, thousands of meters, with more and more golden light pouring down.

The giant's figure had vanished without a trace, and the wind and snow stopped almost abruptly.

From afar, the entire imperial city was enveloped in an ever-expanding golden pillar of light.

Only when the clouds had completely disappeared from the sky above Kyoto did people realize, in a daze, that the golden light was not the radiance of the gods, but simply sunlight.

The midday sunlight.

The clouds were so heavy and thick, and the snow so heavy and fast, that time seemed to stand still.

The next moment, Zhou Cheng saw that apart from Qin Ye, there was no one else standing.

Having spent half his life on the battlefield and never known fear, Qin Ye was now enveloped by the unknown and fear.

Compared to that towering giant, his existence was so insignificant it was almost a joke.

However, he didn't believe it!

He didn't believe that this was something a human could do, and he didn't believe that a grandmaster could have such supernatural powers!

"It's a trick! It must be a trick! Kill! Kill them all!"

Qin Ye gave a stern order to the kneeling assassins around him. But he himself dared not move an inch.

"Qin Ye, that's enough!"

Zhou Cheng was too lazy to waste any more time with Qin Ye.

He raised his hand and pointed.

A huge beam of light extended its fingers along with his movements.

As a ninth-rank expert, Qin Ye was nearly invincible below the Grandmaster level, so he could naturally feel the overwhelming spiritual energy of heaven and earth!

His eyes widened in fury as he tried to resist, only to discover that what was coming at him was not a finger, but a colossal pillar reaching for the sky.

"Bang!"

In the original novel, the top military officer, whom Fan Xian and several other ninth-rank officials risked their lives to kill, was simply turned into a cloud of blood mist in a casual manner.

At this point, the amount of spiritual energy drawn in was too great, and Zhou Cheng was starting to lose control.

The image of the giant changed from a simple line drawing to a pixelated one, becoming blurry, distorted, and shaky.

Zhou Cheng began to exert all his energy to release into the sky.

The thick, dark clouds were suddenly torn open.

A golden beam of light descended straight down from the hole in the clouds, reaching the heavens and the earth, and struck Zhou Cheng precisely.

That was sunlight.

Pure, intense, golden sunlight.

However, at this moment, in front of the Taiji Hall, no one thought it was just ordinary sunlight; everyone thought it was the halo of a deity.

The violent energy of heaven and earth was blasted into the clouds, causing them to churn and spread outwards in concentric circles, like ripples created by a pebble thrown into a lake.

The cloud cave visibly expanded, hundreds of meters, thousands of meters, with more and more golden light pouring down.

The giant's figure had vanished without a trace, and the wind and snow stopped almost abruptly.

From afar, the entire imperial city was enveloped in an ever-expanding golden pillar of light.

Only when the clouds had completely disappeared from the sky above Kyoto did people realize, in a daze, that the golden light was not the radiance of the gods, but simply sunlight.

The midday sunlight.

The clouds were so heavy and thick, and the snow so heavy and fast, that time seemed to stand still.

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The next moment, Zhou Cheng saw that apart from Qin Ye, there was no one else standing.

Having spent half his life on the battlefield and never known fear, Qin Ye was now enveloped by the unknown and fear.

Compared to that towering giant, his existence was so insignificant it was almost a joke.

However, he didn't believe it!

He didn't believe that this was something a human could do, and he didn't believe that a grandmaster could have such supernatural powers!

"It's a trick! It must be a trick! Kill! Kill them all!"

Qin Ye gave a stern order to the kneeling assassins around him. But he himself dared not move an inch.

"Qin Ye, that's enough!"

Zhou Cheng was too lazy to waste any more time with Qin Ye.

He raised his hand and pointed.

A huge beam of light extended its fingers along with his movements.

As a ninth-rank expert, Qin Ye was nearly invincible below the Grandmaster level, so he could naturally feel the overwhelming spiritual energy of heaven and earth!

His eyes widened in fury as he tried to resist, only to discover that what was coming at him was not a finger, but a colossal pillar reaching for the sky.

"Bang!"

In the original novel, the top military officer, whom Fan Xian and several other ninth-rank officials risked their lives to kill, was simply turned into a cloud of blood mist in a casual manner.

At this point, the amount of spiritual energy drawn in was too great, and Zhou Cheng was starting to lose control.

The image of the giant changed from a simple line drawing to a pixelated one, becoming blurry, distorted, and shaky.

Zhou Cheng began to exert all his energy to release into the sky.

The thick, dark clouds were suddenly torn open.

A golden beam of light descended straight down from the hole in the clouds, reaching the heavens and the earth, and struck Zhou Cheng precisely.

That was sunlight.

Pure, intense, golden sunlight.

However, at this moment, in front of the Taiji Hall, no one thought it was just ordinary sunlight; everyone thought it was the halo of a deity.

The violent energy of heaven and earth was blasted into the clouds, causing them to churn and spread outwards in concentric circles, like ripples created by a pebble thrown into a lake.

The cloud cave visibly expanded, hundreds of meters, thousands of meters, with more and more golden light pouring down.

The giant's figure had vanished without a trace, and the wind and snow stopped almost abruptly.

From afar, the entire imperial city was enveloped in an ever-expanding golden pillar of light.

Only when the clouds had completely disappeared from the sky above Kyoto did people realize, in a daze, that the golden light was not the radiance of the gods, but simply sunlight.

The midday sunlight.

The clouds were so heavy and thick, and the snow so heavy and fast, that time seemed to stand still.

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The next moment, Zhou Cheng saw that apart from Qin Ye, there was no one else standing.

Having spent half his life on the battlefield and never known fear, Qin Ye was now enveloped by the unknown and fear.

Compared to that towering giant, his existence was so insignificant it was almost a joke.

However, he didn't believe it!

He didn't believe that this was something a human could do, and he didn't believe that a grandmaster could have such supernatural powers!

"It's a trick! It must be a trick! Kill! Kill them all!"

Qin Ye gave a stern order to the kneeling assassins around him. But he himself dared not move an inch.

"Qin Ye, that's enough!"

Zhou Cheng was too lazy to waste any more time with Qin Ye.

He raised his hand and pointed.

A huge beam of light extended its fingers along with his movements.

As a ninth-rank expert, Qin Ye was nearly invincible below the Grandmaster level, so he could naturally feel the overwhelming spiritual energy of heaven and earth!

His eyes widened in fury as he tried to resist, only to discover that what was coming at him was not a finger, but a colossal pillar reaching for the sky.

"Bang!"

In the original novel, the top military officer, whom Fan Xian and several other ninth-rank officials risked their lives to kill, was simply turned into a cloud of blood mist in a casual manner.

At this point, the amount of spiritual energy drawn in was too great, and Zhou Cheng was starting to lose control.

The image of the giant changed from a simple line drawing to a pixelated one, becoming blurry, distorted, and shaky.

Zhou Cheng began to exert all his energy to release into the sky.

The thick, dark clouds were suddenly torn open.

A golden beam of light descended straight down from the hole in the clouds, reaching the heavens and the earth, and struck Zhou Cheng precisely.

That was sunlight.

Pure, intense, golden sunlight.

However, at this moment, in front of the Taiji Hall, no one thought it was just ordinary sunlight; everyone thought it was the halo of a deity.

The violent energy of heaven and earth was blasted into the clouds, causing them to churn and spread outwards in concentric circles, like ripples created by a pebble thrown into a lake.

The cloud cave visibly expanded, hundreds of meters, thousands of meters, with more and more golden light pouring down.

The giant's figure had vanished without a trace, and the wind and snow stopped almost abruptly.

From afar, the entire imperial city was enveloped in an ever-expanding golden pillar of light.

Only when the clouds had completely disappeared from the sky above Kyoto did people realize, in a daze, that the golden light was not the radiance of the gods, but simply sunlight.

The midday sunlight.

The clouds were so heavy and thick, and the snow so heavy and fast, that time seemed to stand still.

The next moment, Zhou Cheng saw that apart from Qin Ye, there was no one else standing.

Having spent half his life on the battlefield and never known fear, Qin Ye was now enveloped by the unknown and fear.

Compared to that towering giant, his existence was so insignificant it was almost a joke.

However, he didn't believe it!

He didn't believe that this was something a human could do, and he didn't believe that a grandmaster could have such supernatural powers!

"It's a trick! It must be a trick! Kill! Kill them all!"

Qin Ye gave a stern order to the kneeling assassins around him. But he himself dared not move an inch.

"Qin Ye, that's enough!"

Zhou Cheng was too lazy to waste any more time with Qin Ye.

He raised his hand and pointed.

A huge beam of light extended its fingers along with his movements.

As a ninth-rank expert, Qin Ye was nearly invincible below the Grandmaster level, so he could naturally feel the overwhelming spiritual energy of heaven and earth!

His eyes widened in fury as he tried to resist, only to discover that what was coming at him was not a finger, but a colossal pillar reaching for the sky.

"Bang!"

In the original novel, the top military officer, whom Fan Xian and several other ninth-rank officials risked their lives to kill, was simply turned into a cloud of blood mist in a casual manner.

At this point, the amount of spiritual energy drawn in was too great, and Zhou Cheng was starting to lose control.

The image of the giant changed from a simple line drawing to a pixelated one, becoming blurry, distorted, and shaky.

Zhou Cheng began to exert all his energy to release into the sky.

The thick, dark clouds were suddenly torn open.

A golden beam of light descended straight down from the hole in the clouds, reaching the heavens and the earth, and struck Zhou Cheng precisely.

That was sunlight.

Pure, intense, golden sunlight.

However, at this moment, in front of the Taiji Hall, no one thought it was just ordinary sunlight; everyone thought it was the halo of a deity.

The violent energy of heaven and earth was blasted into the clouds, causing them to churn and spread outwards in concentric circles, like ripples created by a pebble thrown into a lake.

The cloud cave visibly expanded, hundreds of meters, thousands of meters, with more and more golden light pouring down.

The giant's figure had vanished without a trace, and the wind and snow stopped almost abruptly.

From afar, the entire imperial city was enveloped in an ever-expanding golden pillar of light.

Only when the clouds had completely disappeared from the sky above Kyoto did people realize, in a daze, that the golden light was not the radiance of the gods, but simply sunlight.

The midday sunlight.

The clouds were so heavy and thick, and the snow so heavy and fast, that time seemed to stand still.

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The next moment, Zhou Cheng saw that apart from Qin Ye, there was no one else standing.

Having spent half his life on the battlefield and never known fear, Qin Ye was now enveloped by the unknown and fear.

Compared to that towering giant, his existence was so insignificant it was almost a joke.

However, he didn't believe it!

He didn't believe that this was something a human could do, and he didn't believe that a grandmaster could have such supernatural powers!

"It's a trick! It must be a trick! Kill! Kill them all!"

Qin Ye gave a stern order to the kneeling assassins around him. But he himself dared not move an inch.

"Qin Ye, that's enough!"

Zhou Cheng was too lazy to waste any more time with Qin Ye.

He raised his hand and pointed.

A huge beam of light extended its fingers along with his movements.

As a ninth-rank expert, Qin Ye was nearly invincible below the Grandmaster level, so he could naturally feel the overwhelming spiritual energy of heaven and earth!

His eyes widened in fury as he tried to resist, only to discover that what was coming at him was not a finger, but a colossal pillar reaching for the sky.

"Bang!"

In the original novel, the top military officer, whom Fan Xian and several other ninth-rank officials risked their lives to kill, was simply turned into a cloud of blood mist in a casual manner.

At this point, the amount of spiritual energy drawn in was too great, and Zhou Cheng was starting to lose control.

The image of the giant changed from a simple line drawing to a pixelated one, becoming blurry, distorted, and shaky.

Zhou Cheng began to exert all his energy to release into the sky.

The thick, dark clouds were suddenly torn open.

A golden beam of light descended straight down from the hole in the clouds, reaching the heavens and the earth, and struck Zhou Cheng precisely.

That was sunlight.

Pure, intense, golden sunlight.

However, at this moment, in front of the Taiji Hall, no one thought it was just ordinary sunlight; everyone thought it was the halo of a deity.

The violent energy of heaven and earth was blasted into the clouds, causing them to churn and spread outwards in concentric circles, like ripples created by a pebble thrown into a lake.

The cloud cave visibly expanded, hundreds of meters, thousands of meters, with more and more golden light pouring down.

The giant's figure had vanished without a trace, and the wind and snow stopped almost abruptly.

From afar, the entire imperial city was enveloped in an ever-expanding golden pillar of light.

Only when the clouds had completely disappeared from the sky above Kyoto did people realize, in a daze, that the golden light was not the radiance of the gods, but simply sunlight.

The midday sunlight.

The clouds were so heavy and thick, and the snow so heavy and fast, that time seemed to stand still.

The next moment, Zhou Cheng saw that apart from Qin Ye, there was no one else standing.

Having spent half his life on the battlefield and never known fear, Qin Ye was now enveloped by the unknown and fear.

Compared to that towering giant, his existence was so insignificant it was almost a joke.

However, he didn't believe it!

He didn't believe that this was something a human could do, and he didn't believe that a grandmaster could have such supernatural powers!

"It's a trick! It must be a trick! Kill! Kill them all!"

Qin Ye gave a stern order to the kneeling assassins around him. But he himself dared not move an inch.

"Qin Ye, that's enough!"

Zhou Cheng was too lazy to waste any more time with Qin Ye.

He raised his hand and pointed.

A huge beam of light extended its fingers along with his movements.

As a ninth-rank expert, Qin Ye was nearly invincible below the Grandmaster level, so he could naturally feel the overwhelming spiritual energy of heaven and earth!

His eyes widened in fury as he tried to resist, only to discover that what was coming at him was not a finger, but a colossal pillar reaching for the sky.

"Bang!"

In the original novel, the top military officer, whom Fan Xian and several other ninth-rank officials risked their lives to kill, was simply turned into a cloud of blood mist in a casual manner.

At this point, the amount of spiritual energy drawn in was too great, and Zhou Cheng was starting to lose control.

The image of the giant changed from a simple line drawing to a pixelated one, becoming blurry, distorted, and shaky.

Zhou Cheng began to exert all his energy to release into the sky.

The thick, dark clouds were suddenly torn open.

A golden beam of light descended straight down from the hole in the clouds, reaching the heavens and the earth, and struck Zhou Cheng precisely.

That was sunlight.

Pure, intense, golden sunlight.

However, at this moment, in front of the Taiji Hall, no one thought it was just ordinary sunlight; everyone thought it was the halo of a deity.

The violent energy of heaven and earth was blasted into the clouds, causing them to churn and spread outwards in concentric circles, like ripples created by a pebble thrown into a lake.

The cloud cave visibly expanded, hundreds of meters, thousands of meters, with more and more golden light pouring down.

The giant's figure had vanished without a trace, and the wind and snow stopped almost abruptly.

From afar, the entire imperial city was enveloped in an ever-expanding golden pillar of light.

Only when the clouds had completely disappeared from the sky above Kyoto did people realize, in a daze, that the golden light was not the radiance of the gods, but simply sunlight.

The midday sunlight.

The clouds were so heavy and thick, and the snow so heavy and fast, that time seemed to stand still.

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The next moment, Zhou Cheng saw that apart from Qin Ye, there was no one else standing.

Having spent half his life on the battlefield and never known fear, Qin Ye was now enveloped by the unknown and fear.

Compared to that towering giant, his existence was so insignificant it was almost a joke.

However, he didn't believe it!

He didn't believe that this was something a human could do, and he didn't believe that a grandmaster could have such supernatural powers!

"It's a trick! It must be a trick! Kill! Kill them all!"

Qin Ye gave a stern order to the kneeling assassins around him. But he himself dared not move an inch.

"Qin Ye, that's enough!"

Zhou Cheng was too lazy to waste any more time with Qin Ye.

He raised his hand and pointed.

A huge beam of light extended its fingers along with his movements.

As a ninth-rank expert, Qin Ye was nearly invincible below the Grandmaster level, so he could naturally feel the overwhelming spiritual energy of heaven and earth!

His eyes widened in fury as he tried to resist, only to discover that what was coming at him was not a finger, but a colossal pillar reaching for the sky.

"Bang!"

In the original novel, the top military officer, whom Fan Xian and several other ninth-rank officials risked their lives to kill, was simply turned into a cloud of blood mist in a casual manner.

At this point, the amount of spiritual energy drawn in was too great, and Zhou Cheng was starting to lose control.

The image of the giant changed from a simple line drawing to a pixelated one, becoming blurry, distorted, and shaky.

Zhou Cheng began to exert all his energy to release into the sky.

The thick, dark clouds were suddenly torn open.

A golden beam of light descended straight down from the hole in the clouds, reaching the heavens and the earth, and struck Zhou Cheng precisely.

That was sunlight.

Pure, intense, golden sunlight.

However, at this moment, in front of the Taiji Hall, no one thought it was just ordinary sunlight; everyone thought it was the halo of a deity.

The violent energy of heaven and earth was blasted into the clouds, causing them to churn and spread outwards in concentric circles, like ripples created by a pebble thrown into a lake.

The cloud cave visibly expanded, hundreds of meters, thousands of meters, with more and more golden light pouring down.

The giant's figure had vanished without a trace, and the wind and snow stopped almost abruptly.

From afar, the entire imperial city was enveloped in an ever-expanding golden pillar of light.

Only when the clouds had completely disappeared from the sky above Kyoto did people realize, in a daze, that the golden light was not the radiance of the gods, but simply sunlight.

The midday sunlight.

The clouds were so heavy and thick, and the snow so heavy and fast, that time seemed to stand still.

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The next moment, Zhou Cheng saw that apart from Qin Ye, there was no one else standing.

Having spent half his life on the battlefield and never known fear, Qin Ye was now enveloped by the unknown and fear.

Compared to that towering giant, his existence was so insignificant it was almost a joke.

However, he didn't believe it!

He didn't believe that this was something a human could do, and he didn't believe that a grandmaster could have such supernatural powers!

"It's a trick! It must be a trick! Kill! Kill them all!"

Qin Ye gave a stern order to the kneeling assassins around him. But he himself dared not move an inch.

"Qin Ye, that's enough!"

Zhou Cheng was too lazy to waste any more time with Qin Ye.

He raised his hand and pointed.

A huge beam of light extended its fingers along with his movements.

As a ninth-rank expert, Qin Ye was nearly invincible below the Grandmaster level, so he could naturally feel the overwhelming spiritual energy of heaven and earth!

His eyes widened in fury as he tried to resist, only to discover that what was coming at him was not a finger, but a colossal pillar reaching for the sky.

"Bang!"

In the original novel, the top military officer, whom Fan Xian and several other ninth-rank officials risked their lives to kill, was simply turned into a cloud of blood mist in a casual manner.

At this point, the amount of spiritual energy drawn in was too great, and Zhou Cheng was starting to lose control.

The image of the giant changed from a simple line drawing to a pixelated one, becoming blurry, distorted, and shaky.

Zhou Cheng began to exert all his energy to release into the sky.

The thick, dark clouds were suddenly torn open.

A golden beam of light descended straight down from the hole in the clouds, reaching the heavens and the earth, and struck Zhou Cheng precisely.

That was sunlight.

Pure, intense, golden sunlight.

However, at this moment, in front of the Taiji Hall, no one thought it was just ordinary sunlight; everyone thought it was the halo of a deity.

The violent energy of heaven and earth was blasted into the clouds, causing them to churn and spread outwards in concentric circles, like ripples created by a pebble thrown into a lake.

The cloud cave visibly expanded, hundreds of meters, thousands of meters, with more and more golden light pouring down.

The giant's figure had vanished without a trace, and the wind and snow stopped almost abruptly.

From afar, the entire imperial city was enveloped in an ever-expanding golden pillar of light.

Only when the clouds had completely disappeared from the sky above Kyoto did people realize, in a daze, that the golden light was not the radiance of the gods, but simply sunlight.

The midday sunlight.

The clouds were so heavy and thick, and the snow so heavy and fast, that time seemed to stand still.