Chapter 561: Ten Thousand Immortals Arrive at the Imperial Capital "It's so lively." Zhen Yangzi's voice came to his ears, and Jiang Wen looked sideways towards Chenxi. At 3:30 in the morning, the sky began to light up. The thousand layers of glazed tiles in the imperial capital were still condensed with night dew, and a blue-gray crack suddenly appeared in the east, as if a giant Kun had stirred up the sea of ​​clouds. When the first ray of golden light pierced through the sky, a hundred thousand swords suddenly rang out from all directions - three thousand blue rainbows rose from the northwest, like waves in a sea of ​​bamboo; in the southeast, a cloud boat broke through the morning mist, and the stardust dragged by the boat's stern left silver marks on the clouds; a hundred ice lotus platforms floated from the cold abyss in the far north, and the dark blue soul fire in the lotus's heart dyed the morning light into the cold moonlight. Wherever the monks passed, the sky was torn. The sword riders turned rainbows into formations, and the bronze bells tied to the sword tassels shattered the remaining stars; the talisman treaders took empty steps in the air, and the cinnabar and yellow paper behind them burned into a flock of golden butterflies; the old man riding a crane rolled up the flowing clouds with his sleeves, and the crane's cry startled the hundreds of birds roosting in the corner towers of the imperial city. There were also Buddhist monks sitting on the top of the pagoda, and the Sanskrit words spread out into a path of light as the cassock fluttered, and golden lotuses bloomed with every step they took. By the time of Chen, the sky was already full of spiritual veins. A mirage suddenly appeared where the purple air came from the east. It turned out to be a southern cultivator driving a coral chariot pulled by a dragon. The dragon scales reflected the rainbow light and splashed half of the city. Thunder rumbled in the west. The thunder cultivator stepped on a dragon formed by lightning. The clouds exploded into spider web cracks where the dragon's whiskers swept. A dark yellow earth dragon rose from the bottom of the moat, carrying eight hundred elixir furnaces. The green smoke in the furnaces condensed into four characters "Ziwei Wuchang", which stayed in the clouds for three breaths. The sundial pointed to the third quarter of the morning, and thousands of streams of light converged on the sky above the imperial capital's jade tower. At this moment, the morning sun completely jumped out of the horizon, and the golden morning light wrapped around the monks in the sky, as if the nine-day gods and Buddhas were wearing armor. Sword shadows, talisman lights, Zen chants, and dragon roars cast colorful shadows on the glazed tiles, and the entire imperial capital seemed to sink into a flowing star rain. It's just that ordinary people can't see this star rain, and can't see it. Even if the anger is as fierce as a bull and the fire is as bright as the sun, the mortals in the imperial capital still live peacefully. The immortal world and the mortal world have never been related to each other. I have only heard the legends of the immortals, but rarely seen the mysteries of the immortals. "This is the Taishen Palace." Zhen Yangzi said with a smile. "Even after so many years, even though a saint has died, the Taishen Palace is still the great sect of the eight wastelands and nine states. Among the hundreds of sects, who dares not give face to the Taishen Palace?"

"The headmaster doesn't seem happy?" Jiang Wen heard him say this, and felt that his tone was somewhat sarcastic and mocking. He did not have any good intentions just because he was the headmaster of Taishen Palace. "Happy? How can I be happy, old man?" Zhen Yangzi said unhappily. "Tai Shen Palace promised to take good care of my daughter, but in the end, she is no better than an outsider. I didn't destroy the dilapidated hall of Tai Shen Palace because of my master's kindness. Don't even think about asking me to say good things about Tai Shen Palace." Jiang Wen was speechless when he heard this, and after thinking about it, he felt that it was true. Chi Yao, who carried the blood of the Daqian royal family, should have lived a good life in the Taishen Palace, but in the end he turned into a monster and was driven by the current emperor. That would be fine, but the emperor also ordered Chi Yao to be killed. If Happy Square had not fallen into his world by chance, there might not be a person named Jiang Zhi in the world. "The saint of the Great God Palace has passed away, and hundreds of immortal sects have sent people to mourn. But such a big commotion is probably not just for that saint." Jiang Wen looked at the sky and saw thousands of magical rainbows left by the cultivator. So many cultivators gathered in the imperial capital, which also caused a drastic change in the imperial capital's spiritual energy. The good fortune gathered together and dispersed the evil energy in the sky of the imperial capital. "Hmph, there is more than one saint in Taishen Palace. So what if one died? All the immortal sects are rushing to the imperial capital just to share the fortune of humanity. The death of a saint means that one of the saint's fortunes of humanity is vacant. If one can share that fortune, a real person in the Dao Palace realm can also get a glimpse of the saint's position." Zhen Yangzi snorted and explained the truth clearly. Jiang Wen was very confused when he heard this. He had heard of the destiny of humanity, but what about the destiny of humanity? Could it be that it was just like the myth of his world, destiny? "What is the difference in this human destiny?" he asked curiously. "Human destiny, haha. It's nothing but a drug that makes people greedy." Zhen Yangzi sneered sarcastically. "Humanity has destiny, destiny is the king, and destiny is the minister. With the destiny of humanity, the emperor can enfeoff princes and kings, and appoint the great leader of the immortal sect. This destiny of humanity is the blessing bestowed by the emperor using destiny. If one can obtain this human destiny, no matter whether one is cultivating or breaking through the realm, there will be indescribable benefits. There are three saints in Taishen Palace. In addition to the one who has ascended to heaven, there are two other saints who suppress one destiny. Those two saints only appear in times of great contention, and few people know about them. It is precisely because these three saints suppress the destiny of humanity that Taishen Palace can produce many geniuses. Now that one of the three saints is gone, there will naturally be people vying for the vacant position. Who doesn't want to go one step further? What's more, it is the position of a saint. " Zhen Yangzi sighed after he finished speaking, as if he had mixed feelings about the battle for the destiny of humanity. Jiang Wen could understand the old man's thoughts, so he didn't ask any more questions. He now understands more and more clearly the destiny of mankind. The destiny is like the imperial power, which tempts people with power and makes it difficult for the world's geniuses and heroes to give it up. Those who receive the destiny boast that they are in control of the world, but they are always trapped by the destiny. All the cultivators and countless living beings are pursuing this destiny. In the end, is it destiny that dominates humanity, or is it humanity that dominates destiny? Jiang Wen didn't know, he had never seen destiny, nor had he ever come into contact with it. He remembered what Jiang Wenji had said, that the one who controls destiny is the one with turbid destiny. Fate can erode people's minds. Even an emperor as strong as Jiang Wenji cannot escape the calamity of fate. So what would the current emperor of Daqian do? Jiang Wen flew to a high place and looked out at the majestic and solemn imperial palace. It was like a mountain, with layers upon layers that made it difficult to see the outline. Faintly, Jiang Wen sensed a few faint auras in the imperial palace. If he was not mistaken, those auras belonged to saints. And one of them was very familiar to him, as if an old friend had arrived. "Are you in the imperial capital too? Xiuqi." Jiang Wen frowned slightly.

"And... snow..." Thinking of those two old friends, he felt a little melancholy. Hundreds of thousands of years have passed, what has become of the old friend? Today, he is no longer the Shennong clan revered by all the tribes in Taicang, but just a cultivator named Jiang Wen. A bit of worry and a bit of sigh. Jiang Wen fell to the ground and walked into the residence. Xiuqi and Xuelai Di were both people he had not expected. I don’t know why these two people came, but they were indeed unexpected for Jiang Wen. With Xue and Xiuqi's cultivation, they might have already reached the saintly realm, or even gone a few steps further. After all, being able to live for hundreds of thousands of years is not something that an ordinary saint can do. An ordinary lamp-lighting monk can live for two hundred years. The Life Fire Realm can last for a thousand years. As for the Dao Palace, those who succeed can live for 10,000 years. If they are gifted, they can even live for 20,000 years. The Great Saints of Xiantai can live for at least 50,000 years, and at most 100,000 years. As for those who are older, Jiang Wen has never heard of them from other people. Only Xiu Qi, the founder of Wuliang Pavilion, may not be among them. "Since they have come to the imperial capital, they must have a purpose. Although they were my disciples before, so many years have passed and I have to be on guard against them." Jiang Wen thought to himself, feeling a little afraid of his two disciples. (End of this chapter)