Brother Who Determines the Fate of the Nation: My Great Emperor's Cultivation Level Exposed by

The sect leader slammed his hand on the armrest, and a corner of the sandalwood broke off.

"I am not dead yet, and the backbone of the Vajra Sect is still intact. Anyone who dares to utter the word 'human' again, get out of the sect."

The white-bearded elder looked ashen-faced, opened his mouth, but ultimately remained silent.

No one spoke in the main hall anymore.

But everyone knew that the sect leader's tough stance wouldn't last long.

The crushing power of a Nascent Soul cultivator cannot be withstood by mere physical strength; it is the physical force that could annihilate an entire sect.

three days later.

Outside the Vajra Sect's mountain gate, two streaks of light cleaved through the clouds from the eastern horizon, moving at a moderate speed.

They were even quite leisurely, drifting over as if taking a stroll.

The streak of light dissipated, revealing a middle-aged man draped in a silver sword robe.

His face was cold and stern, with a deep sword scar between his brows that revealed the bone, and his sword intent was so intense that it could cut through the air.

Peak of Nascent Soul stage.

Half a step behind him stood Chen Tiangang, the Lord of Thunder City, with purple-gold lightning arcs swirling around his body and an uncontrollable look of pleasure on his face.

The two of them swaggered over and landed in front of the Vajra Sect's mountain gate.

The protective array for the sect lit up, and a cyan light curtain enveloped the entire mountain gate, with the array patterns humming loudly.

The middle-aged man in the silver robe glanced at the light screen, and his lips twitched as if he had seen something ridiculous.

He raised his hand, and a wisp of sword energy shot out from his fingertip, lightly touching the light screen.

Click.

A crack appeared in the light barrier of the sect's protective formation, and the crack spread outward from the point of contact.

Three breaths later, the entire light screen shattered into countless points of light and dissipated.

The Vajra Sect's proud protective formation shattered with a single sword strike.

The Foundation Establishment disciples guarding the mountain gate were pale-faced, their magical treasures jingling in their hands, but none of them retreated.

The middle-aged man in the silver robe didn't even glance at them, and strode inside, heading straight for the Alchemy Peak.

Chen Tiangang followed behind, and when his gaze swept over the Foundation Establishment disciples, he chuckled.

"Don't try to stop her, you can't stop her."

The two figures walked along the main road of the Vajra Sect, their spiritual pressure spreading out without any concealment.

The flowers, plants, and trees along the way were pressed flat against the ground, and even several of the spirit stone lamps by the roadside were cracked.

The middle-aged man in silver robes walked to the center of the inner gate square of the Vajra Sect, stopped, looked up and spoke towards the direction of the Alchemy Peak, his voice infused with spiritual power, spreading throughout the entire mountain gate.

"Vajra Sect, heed my command! Elder Lu Qingyun of the Divine Sword Sect, White Crane Peak, is here."

"You have half an hour to hand over Su Xuan."

"If no one is seen in half an hour, the Nascent Soul Ancestor of my Divine Sword Sect will personally come here, and at that time, not a single one of the three thousand disciples of the Vajra Sect will be spared."

The sound echoed among the mountains, lingering for a long time.

The entire Vajra Sect heard it.

Chen Tiangang stood behind Lu Qingyun, arms crossed, his smile almost overflowing.

Nineteen years. He had waited for this day for nineteen years, and now it had finally come.

The two continued walking forward, in the same direction, heading straight for the Alchemy Peak.

When we got halfway up the mountain, the road was blocked.

A young man dressed in the robes of an inner disciple stood in the middle of the road, holding a low-quality flying sword in his hand. His aura as a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator trembled slightly, but he did not move his feet.

Lu Qingyun frowned.

Behind the young man, three more people emerged—two men and one woman, all at the Foundation Establishment stage. They possessed different magical artifacts and had different expressions, but they all stood in the same position, blocking the road.

Then there were ten people.

Twenty.

Fifty.

One hundred.

Along the path from the foot of Liandan Peak to the mountainside, disciples of the Vajra Sect emerged one after another from the forests, behind rocks, and in caves on both sides, holding magical weapons and standing in the middle of the road.

Disciples in the Foundation Establishment stage, elders in the Golden Core stage, and even several white-haired Supreme Elders walked out shakily, leaning on their canes.

More than 300 people.

They didn't form a formation or shout slogans; they just stood there, blocking the way.

Blue Star, Dragon Kingdom Live Stream Room.

The screen was flooded with comments so much that the image was no longer visible.

"Damn, the entire Vajra Sect has come out."

"Look at that young disciple at the very front, who's in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage. His hands are shaking, but he just won't move aside. My eyes are getting hot."

"How many people did Su Shen save by refining pills for ten years? These people remember it all."

"The Vajra Sect is truly capable; they even protected their own people at a time like this. I cried."

On the sky.

Chen Tiangang looked at the wall of flesh and blood in front of him and laughed out loud.

"Interesting, very interesting."

"Do you even know what you're doing?" Chen Tiangang's voice was mocking.

"To drag tens of thousands of people from the entire sect down with one person?"

"What kind of bewitching potion did Su Xuan give you? Or are all the people in the Vajra Sect mentally unstable?"

No one answered him.

A young female cultivator in the front row gritted her teeth and exhaled through her nose. Blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, the price she paid for enduring the spiritual pressure.

Chen Tiangang shook his head: "Stupid."

He turned to look at Lu Qingyun: "Elder Lu, there's no need to waste words with these ants, just go over there."

Lu Qingyun raised his hand, sword intent gathering at his fingertips, and said calmly, "Get out of the way. I don't want to kill innocent bystanders."

A black figure emerged from behind the human wall and landed at the front.

The Grand Elder, Li Xuanfeng, still had bloodstains from three days ago on his black robe.

The Gengjin Divine Sword hung on his shoulder, its golden light dimmed considerably, but its sword intent remained sharp.

There was a crack at the corner of his mouth that hadn't healed yet; his lips moved, and he spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground.

"In our Vajra School, there are only ghosts who die standing up, not dogs who are born kneeling."

The elder raised his head, stared into Lu Qingyun's eyes, and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"If you want to mess with Su Xuan, you'll have to step over my dead body first."

Chen Tiangang's smile froze on his face.

Lu Qingyun's brow scar twitched. Looking at the old man before him, who clearly bore old wounds, his tone turned colder: "Li Xuanfeng, you are in the early Nascent Soul stage, while I am in the peak Nascent Soul stage. Do you think you can stop me?"

The Grand Elder did not answer the question. With a flick of his hand, he obtained the Gengjin Divine Sword, which then shone with golden light.

More than three hundred people behind him simultaneously activated their spiritual power, and their magical artifacts lit up all at once.

Although most of them were faint lights from the Foundation Establishment stage, the more than three hundred rays of light combined were dazzling.

Lu Qingyun's expression finally changed. Not because of these people's combat strength, but because of the look in their eyes.

That wasn't despair born of being driven to the brink; it was a genuine willingness to die for the person behind you.

Why would so many people be willing to die for a late-stage Foundation Establishment alchemist?

The comments section on Blue Star went crazy.

"The Grand Elder is awesome!"

"The entire Vajra Sect: We don't know any Su Xuan, but Elder Su's medicine saved my life."

"You dog, Lord of the City, if you're so capable, why don't you do it yourself? What kind of hero uses someone else to do the dirty work?"

"Wait, the scene has cut, there's movement from Su Shen's side!"

The image on the sky was split in two.

To the left is a tense standoff outside the Alchemy Peak, while to the right lies a secluded cave chamber.

Inside the secret chamber, the gray-robed youth, who had been sitting cross-legged for a whole year, had five-colored spiritual light intertwining and surging all over his body. At this moment, the earthy yellow light was three points brighter than the other four colors.

Su Xuan frowned, veins bulging on his forehead. The five elements of spiritual power within his body were like five giant dragons tearing at each other, but the earth element dragon was finally suppressed and forced into a cycle by the other four.

The spiritual power of the core of the earth completely merged into the dantian.

The five elements are complete.

Su Xuan's eyes snapped open.

A flash of five-colored light passed through his pupils, and the vortex of spiritual energy in his dantian changed direction in that instant. It was no longer a chaotic collision of the five elements, but rather a continuous flow.

Water generates wood, which in turn generates fire; fire generates earth; earth generates metal; and metal generates water—the perfect cycle of the five elements is thus formed.

The barrier of the late-stage Foundation Establishment shattered at this moment.

His spiritual energy surged, his meridians expanded, and the concentration of spiritual energy in his dantian doubled in just a few breaths. The aura of a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator burst forth from the cave, causing the five-layered defensive array to vibrate and hum.

But it didn't stop.

The five-colored spiritual energy spun faster and faster in the dantian, becoming increasingly concentrated and compressed towards the center. The five colors devoured and merged with each other, gradually transforming into a chaotic ball of light.

That was the prototype of the Golden Elixir.

The reversal and fusion of the five elements has officially begun.