Suddenly, a fierce wind arose, causing the flags around the altar to flutter in the wind, making a whistling sound.

This sudden wind came without warning, yet it was full of force, causing the surrounding towering trees to creak, as countless green leaves were swept up by the wind and danced freely in the sky.

A mysterious aura began to envelop the area around the altar, and it seemed as if the sound of a dragon’s chant arose in the air.

The faces of the nearby Taoists were solemn, and some even showed a look of fear, but then they saw the Tianqing Daoist gently shake the bronze bell on the table.

The crisp sound resonated around the altar, and everyone immediately felt the previously overwhelming fear disappear without a trace, and they dived back into chanting their incantations.

However, the Tianqing Daoist did not stop; he continued stepping the Strength Step, and with a light point of his Treasured Sword, the direction of the flag he pointed at suddenly surged with Spiritual Energy, as if a ferocious beast was roaring.

As time went on, beads of sweat gradually appeared on the Tianqing Daoist’s forehead, and the wind grew even fiercer.

The spirit beasts on the flags around them seemed to come to life, and the air was suddenly filled with various roars of beasts.

In the ears of the people around, in this small area, there seemed to be a True Dragon fighting against many spirit beasts, with the sounds of their clash unceasing.

Although all present were cultivators, this was the first time they had witnessed such a scene, and they all pricked up their ears, listening to this invisible war.

At that moment, the Tianqing Daoist seemed like the commander of the battlefield, and his Treasured Sword was the Command Flag, commanding the direction of the spirit beasts’ charge.

This invisible war did not last very long, but it was extremely intense. Although the fight was not visible, the area around the altar was a complete mess.

Centuries-old, massive trees that took several people to embrace were snapped in half, and the surrounding earth seemed ploughed, exposing the dark soil beneath.

Many of the flags on the altar had fallen, and even the Tianqing Daoist had a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, strikingly red. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

The Tianqing Daoist slowly exhaled and placed the Treasured Sword on the ground, his face showing a look of relief mixed with fear.

"Temple Master, has it been accomplished?" a Taoist asked cautiously.

"It has!" the Tianqing Daoist nodded weakly and said.

Upon hearing this, joy appeared on everyone’s faces.

The Tianqing Daoist sat down wearily on the ground, panting heavily, and after a long while, he said, "That was truly dangerous, we underestimated the destiny of a kingdom that had established itself for so many years, we were almost defeated just now."

"The methods left by the sages of Mankind are really powerful. When that destiny True Dragon roared just now, our minds were taken away by it, unable to muster even a hint of resistance," one Taoist said with a sigh.

"I heard that this method was established by the human sages in imitation of the Heavenly Emperor’s Great Way, truly domineering. If successful, all cultivators must bow down."

The crowd talked at once, discussing their earlier discoveries, still shaken by the close call. The destiny of Mankind, having been stable for so long, had nearly capsized them in the gutter after only three hundred years.

Thus, someone spoke up, "The destiny of Mankind must not be underestimated. If we want to nip problems in the bud, perhaps the reign of future kingdoms cannot exceed three hundred years."

Everyone agreed deeply, still vividly recalling the fierce struggle of Mankind’s destiny, which had made even these cultivators tremble with fear.

They knew deeply that this was because the dynasty had existed for just under three hundred years, if it were a unified dynasty of five hundred years, they estimated that all of them would have died here today.

In their hearts, they were even more determined that such a situation must never arise again.

"Temple Master, now that the great task is accomplished, how should we proceed in the future?" a Daoist asked with concern.

To sever the destiny of a dynasty is no small matter. The National Master of Da Ning, Golden Light Master, naturally understood that this was an irreconcilable vendetta. The Imperial Family would certainly spare no effort in retaliating against them.

"Having done this, it’s time for us to leave. We will depart from this bustling capital city for now and quietly watch it collapse. As for the Imperial Family’s revenge, we are all cultivators. If we truly hide, how could they easily find our whereabouts? The only thing we need to guard against is those Buddhist Sect cultivators," Tianqing Daoist said with disdain.

His words were filled with scorn for the Imperial Family.

"It’s just a pity that our actions like this will likely bring disaster upon the Daoist disciples all over the world in the future," an older Daoist said with a sigh.

The Imperial Family, unable to capture them, would inevitably take out their anger on the Daoist disciples. Those with no Cultivation Level in their bodies would find it difficult to preserve themselves in this storm.

Tianqing Daoist fell silent for a moment upon hearing this before saying, "This is an unavoidable matter. We can hardly protect ourselves, let alone care for them."

"It’s not necessarily a bad thing, though. After so many years of hard work, our Daoist disciples are already spread all over the world. If the Imperial Family cuts off our way of life because of this, it will surely plunge the world into chaos, which would be an excellent opportunity for those Hidden Dragons to rise."

The Daoist’s words were ice-cold, causing the others to turn their heads, but they also felt that he had a point. The Daoist followers were numerous; if the Imperial Family sought trouble with the Daoist Sect, it would likely only lead the world into chaos.

At the same time, Golden Light Master was sitting cross-legged in his mansion, practicing cultivation. He recited Buddhist Scriptures silently, his hands clutching a string of Glazed Buddha beads that glowed brightly in the dark chamber.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and there was a burst of golden light in his gaze. He looked up at the sky and seemed to be listening attentively to something.

After a while, he sighed and said, "The Daoist Sect really has a ruthless heart. This is a rhythm for world chaos!"

No sooner had he spoken than the voice of a young novice monk came from outside, "Master, the Emperor invites you to the Imperial Palace."

"I know!"

By the time Golden Light Master arrived at the Imperial Palace, it was deep into the night. Mingyue was high in the sky, and everyone had long since fallen into slumber, except for the Imperial Palace, which was brightly lit. The aging Emperor had become increasingly frantic lately, often killing people without rhyme or reason, causing all the eunuchs and palace maids to tremble in fear.

The Emperor was particularly angry today, like an enraged lion, roaring continuously in his palace.

With a "smash", a fine piece of porcelain—his favorite colored porcelain, invaluable if put on the market—was shattered to pieces.

The inner attendants and palace attendants knelt on the ground, shivering, not daring to raise their heads. They had never seen the Emperor so furious.

Even from a great distance, Golden Light Master could hear the old Emperor’s angry roars.

The leading eunuch said softly, "The Emperor had already retired to bed, but for some reason, a nightmare awoke him, and since waking up, he has been in this irate state. Several palace attendants have already lost their lives."

Golden Light Master well knew that this was due to the severing of destiny—when one part is damaged, all parts suffer, leading to this state.