Chapter 530: Chapter 174: Six Years Passed, the Blade Unleashes Dragon Breath, Divine Techniques of the Six Paths and Human World Transformation

South of the Great Zhou, it was early summer.

Amidst the mountains, a faint cool fragrance lingered, intermittently accompanied by the strange roars of wild beasts...

In the canyon, yellow sand rose, sweeping the lush green grass like long blades.

The peculiar gray mountain wind blew cold and hot by turns, giving an extremely uncomfortable feeling. If hunters or woodcutters had come here decades ago, they might have fallen ill from just a few gusts of this strange wind.

Inside the Golden Dragon Palace Carriage, the Emperor was observing the distant scene.

In the shadows, a pair of deep, narrow eyes appeared, not seeming like those of a monarch, yet they gave an impression of ruthless indifference.

The four carriage bearers were all tall, with strange protrusions on their backs. If Tang Nian were here, she would immediately recognize them all as Puppets, at a level she had not yet reached.

Besides, there were people standing on both sides of the carriage.

On the left was Lü Xuanxian.

On the right stood a fair-skinned, smirking man in a funeral robe, gentle and androgynous.

This man naturally lacked the masculine vigor, yet he was not as beautiful as the Sect Leader Peng Mingyi of the Black Lotus Sect.

He resembled a "burly man, after shaving his beard, dressed in a festive red funeral robe", causing chills to run down one’s spine.

But this man... was the current National Preceptor — Zhao Guyue.

He was also the core figure connecting the Lianyi House, the Emperor, and the Lotus Sect.

These important figures should have been busy outside, but after the establishment of the "Wendao Palace, Exotic Beast, Cyan Lotus Secret Soldiers" industrial chain, the original layout began to revolve around this.

They just needed to quietly invest resources, guard the grounds, and wait for the "mass deployment of troops". Is there a more comfortable strategy in the world?

Know that if Wendao Palace produces one Sixth Grade, a Fifth Grade Exotic Beast, and a more terrifying Sixth Grade Secret Soldier will appear.

Exotic Beast, Secret Soldiers, and if combined with a suitable weapon, what does that mean?

It means an invincible cavalry.

The Cyan Lotus Secret Soldiers ride atop their self-memory-formed Exotic Beasts, armed with suitable weapons, this unprecedented Iron Cavalry, along with the Great Zhou Royal Family’s heritage and the original Lotus Sect’s layout, would be enough to sweep across the world.

For this, the Emperor opened the Weapon Forging legacy in the Great Zhou Treasure Vault, and the Lotus Sect invited seven precious Weapon Forgers, aiming to produce an even more powerful Weapon Forger.

At this moment...

Seven figures successively walked toward the entrance of the canyon, but after advancing about a hundred steps, they suddenly vanished in the air.

A long time passed, yet more time passed.

In the shadow, those deep, narrow eyes were covered with a layer of haze.

The Emperor interlaced his hands, placing them on his knees, slightly leaning back.

His features were obscure in the dark, but anyone could feel a brewing wrath and fury.

Zhao Guyue croaked with a hoarse voice, "Your Majesty, these Weapon Forgers are useless. This way, it won’t be easy to explain to the Lotus Sect, hehehe..."

He raised his hand, covering his lips with the back of it, emitting a sharp and eerie laugh like a woman.

Lü Xuanxian raised his head arrogantly and said, "Dead means dead. A single Fifth Grade Spiritual Artifact no longer suffices. If they can’t keep up with the pace of the new world, then let them die at its doorstep.

As for the Lotus Sect..."

He said indifferently, "Let their four Sect Leaders come together."

The Emperor raised his hand, gently stroking his chin, and continued to wait patiently.

A long time passed, yet more time passed...

The Emperor’s patience was nearly exhausted.

And just as he was about to say, "It seems those seven have all perished in the treasure vault," a solemn figure suddenly emerged from the canyon entrance.

It was a middle-aged man, his eyes bloodshot, hair disheveled.

Zhu Ban stepped out of the canyon one step at a time, looking around, frowning, "Am I really the first to come out?"

In the distance, from the Golden Dragon Palace Carriage, a smile appeared in the Emperor’s shadow.

It was a row of neat white teeth.

He said, "Please."

Upon this word, no one moved.

Suddenly, two white sheets flew out from Zhao Guyue’s sleeve, fluttering in the air, and upon hitting the ground, transformed into two charming beauties.

These beauties exuded small drops of putrid water from all over their bodies. From afar, one could not tell what was wrong, but up close, a strange feeling arose: it was as if these were papermen soaked in corpse water.

The paper on their bodies quickly vanished, turning into flesh color.

The stench from the beauties dissipated, and a white, silk garment appeared around them, with a long sword strapped to their backs.

The whole scene looked real, as if they were Sword Immortals walking barefoot gracefully and elegantly among the clouds wrapped in spiritual mist.

If any mortal saw these beauties, those slightly entranced might immediately kneel, babbling nonsense like "greetings to the Immortal".

At this moment, the two Sword Immortals, their white sleeves fluttering, gracefully walked on the grass and appeared in front of Zhu Ban, saying, "The Emperor invites you."

Zhu Ban nodded, and with the two Sword Immortals, he approached the distant carriage, stopping before it, respectfully saying, "Greetings, Your Majesty."

The Emperor nodded, kindly saying, "We are deeply fated, aren’t we?"

Zhu Ban paused, and then understood the Emperor was referring to the matter with Princess Consort Yin.

But upon mentioning this, Zhu Ban’s expression displayed a trace of unfamiliarity.

Firstly, when the Emperor fled back then, he didn’t bring Princess Consort Yin.

Secondly, Princess Consort Yin was no longer the Emperor’s consort; she had her husband, though that husband was likely already deceased.

Nevertheless, that man had genuinely earned Zhu Ban’s recognition, even admiration.