Cultivation Helped by Ancestors-Chapter 398 - 320: Rise and Fall (Part 2)

Rumble!!

It was as if the sound of the heavens and the earth splitting apart, the entire forbidden stone chamber was on the verge of collapse.

The earth seemed to have turned upside down.

In the midst of this shockwave, concubines and princes were unable to withstand it and fainted.

"Your Majesty!"

At this moment, Empress Qi clutched her abdomen, a look of extreme discomfort in her eyes, and beside her, Dong Jue Daoist felt pity and quietly sent a surge of magical power into the Empress’s body.

This instantly eased the Empress’s expression considerably.

Seeing this scene, Jingming Daoist’s face changed: "Master Aunt, you shouldn’t..."

But then a cold voice came from above.

"Found you all!"

The cold voice followed, accompanied by a killing intent as chilling as frost, clinging like a bone-deep disease.

Whoosh!!

The chamber formed by the Seven Luminaries Stone above shattered in an instant, and an ancient sword with countless dragon patterns flew through the air, slashing towards Emperor Jingwu.

At that moment, a furious Dragon’s Roar suddenly emanated from deep within Emperor Jingwu’s brow, and an imposing formless Black Dragon soared up from behind him, its intense black light rushing towards the dragon-patterned ancient sword.

But in an instant, the Black Dragon let out a wail, and the dragon-patterned ancient sword went straight through its skull.

"Foolish, to dare confront my Red Holy Magical Sword with just the Dragon Soul!"

On the Observatory Platform, the Primordial Spirit of the Saint King Ancient Race named Prince Shun couldn’t help but sneer!

Just as the Red Holy Magical Sword was about to further penetrate the Black Dragon, a hand suddenly materialized from the void. The hand was covered with countless azure lightning patterns.

The sword light, sharp enough to cleave the heavens and obliterate souls, was effortlessly caught by that hand.

The hand, with lightning dancing around it, seemed to wield the power to turn heaven and earth, to melt creation.

In an instant, the Magic Sword began to melt bit by bit in that hand!

At this time in the stone chamber, countless voids shattered, and an elderly Daoist in a purple robe with wide sleeves appeared, his temples graying but his face like that of an infant. His gaze swept around, heaved a sigh, and said.

"I, the State Preceptor, just went for a little stroll, and when I returned, the capital city was nearly destroyed!"

Upon seeing this figure, the people in the stone chamber were first taken aback, then overjoyed.

"Master!"

"Sect Ancestor (Senior Brother)!"

"State Preceptor!"

Jingming Daoist’s eyes brightened, and looking at this figure, deep in his heart, waves surged, and his Dao Heart could no longer be suppressed, although his demeanor remained barely composed.

In his excitement, Emperor Jingwu rushed forward, but after just a few steps, he suddenly cried out, almost collapsing straight back, fortunately being supported by Empress Qi.

"Your Majesty!"

The concubines were in chaos at this moment, and Dong Shen Ancestor watched the scene, shaking his head secretly.

Emperor Jingwu and the National Destiny Dragon Soul were already one, and with the Dragon Soul critically wounded by the Magic Sword, Emperor Jingwu was naturally gravely injured as well.

At this moment, Dong Shen Ancestor’s vast Divine Sense swept over the void above, and he sensed the presence of several grand Spiritual Mechanisms.

Dong Shen Ancestor sighed inwardly at the trouble.

Upon receiving Jingming Daoist’s warning, he decisively gave up maneuvering, rushing back to Haojing City with all his might.

But he was still a step late.

Thinking quickly, Dong Shen Ancestor looked at Jingming Daoist and shouted: "Jingming, take His Majesty and the princes and leave the Imperial City at once, find a place to hide, and let the Master first deal with these old guys!"

A stream of light fell into Jingming Daoist’s hand with a wave.

Jingming Daoist opened his palm, revealing an ice-crystal-like Talisman.

"Ancient Realm King Talisman!"

Upon seeing this Talisman, Jingming Daoist’s eyes lit up.

But his face immediately changed, realizing that Dong Shen Ancestor could not stop the intruding powerhouses either?

"Seize the opportunity, as it is fleeting, bring as few people as possible to avoid being bogged down!"

With these words, Dong Shen Ancestor soared into the sky. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"Dong Shen Old Monster!"

And in the forbidden area of Dong Shen Temple, Prince Shun, who was attacking Emperor Jingwu, suddenly changed his expression, but in the blink of an eye, he found his Primordial Spirit sluggish, unable to move.

"Not good!"

Alarm bells rang in his heart, and almost simultaneously, his pre-prepared Lifebound Spiritual Treasure in his Primordial Spirit burst forth, a strong bell sound and wave emanating around him, carrying a magnificent and vast light, the Emperor’s Dao Qi Mechanism.

In the depths of his brow, countless dragon patterns and light condensed into a bell-shaped Spirit Treasure.

The bell-shaped Spirit Treasure largely performed similar functions.

The morning and evening bell, mostly for awakening, or using pure bell sound to vibrate the origin of heaven and earth, forming sonic attacks.

Or for defense, suppression.

The ancient bell deep within Prince Shun’s brow was a Saint King’s Relic left by the Saint King Ancient Race.

It not only awakened but also had peculiar abilities for defense, suppression, and amplifying one’s Dao Practice.

But as the sound of the ancient bell pierced through the Secret Technique, awakening Prince Shun’s Primordial Spirit in an instant, the figure of Dong Shen Ancestor was already above him, full of malice.

"Young man, the name ’Old Monster’ is not something you can casually call out!"

With malice appearing, he waved his hand, and Haojing City shook violently, suddenly countless Dragon’s Roars resounded around him, countless lightning bolts condensed into azure Thunder Dragons roaming the void, seemingly alive, descending upon Prince Shun’s form.

Countless destructive Three Caverns Divine Thunder interwove, as Prince Shun emitted a series of screams, some high, some low, while the dragon patterns on the magnificent brass-colored ancient bell completely melted under the thunder, and the figure beneath the bell, Prince Shun, turned to ash in an instant.