Chapter 1 The Inauguration

Dang!

A loud sound echoed through the sky, accompanied by hundreds of divine lights exploding like fireworks in an instant.

A huge ornamental column rose from the ground, surrounded by divine light, displaying the time.

"The new emperor is about to ascend the throne!"

"The Fourth Prince is the most humble. When the late emperor was alive, he was in charge of all the affairs of the court. His ascension to the throne at this time is what everyone expects."

"It's a pity that we can't go to such a grand event."

Tianjiao City was bustling with activity, and many people looked up at the sky with excitement.

Some also felt it a pity.

Although the new emperor's ascension to the throne did not prohibit the common people from watching, it was naturally impossible for the tens of millions of people in Tianjiao City to flood into the Second District.

The Second District was teeming with people, shoulder to shoulder on the streets, and every floor of all the buildings on both sides was overcrowded. Countless people craned their necks to see.

In the center of the Second District, a huge square capable of accommodating millions of people was filled with a solemn atmosphere.

A white jade altar stood there.

Beneath the altar, many princes, ministers, civil and military officials, court guests, and those who had come from afar to observe the ceremony all looked solemn.

They were waiting for the new emperor to come and worship heaven and earth.

"The change of a secular dynasty, yet so many cultivators are running around for it, it seems to have some of the atmosphere of a Divine Dynasty..."

In a quiet teahouse in the Third District, a middle-aged man shook his head and smiled.

This teahouse was located at the junction of the Second and Third Districts. It used to be lively, but today it seemed deserted because of the special occasion.

At this time, there was only one table of guests in the teahouse.

"That Tianding Emperor was from a holy land after all. After thousands of years of management, his power is not weak. Even without the Tianding Emperor, it is not comparable to ordinary sects."

A young man tapped lightly on the table, gazing out the window, as if he could see the grand occasion of the Second District through the city walls and buildings.

The new emperor's ascension to the throne was in the Second District.

Seemingly scattered, the entire Second District was heavily guarded, while the Third District, separated by a wall, was very calm.

"He should have been the master of a holy land, but he insisted on being the emperor of these mortals..."

Listening to the faint cheers, the middle-aged man held his teacup and gently blew on it, "What a pity for such unparalleled talent."

"Senior Brother Li's words are wrong! That Tianding Emperor dared to rebel against Li Tian and was still able to roam freely for thousands of years. He achieved Guiyi in the great war, which is already better than many corpse keepers!"

Zhang Wuji did not agree.

In his opinion, that Tianding Emperor was the true seeker of the Dao. Several people of his generation, who were not much inferior to him, had conditions ten times better than him, but their achievements were now more than ten times worse.

This was the choice of the path.

"Uh."

The middle-aged man seemed surprised that this young man admired the Tianding Emperor so much. He touched his nose and said nothing.

"In the Eastern Continent for twenty thousand years, there are not many who can compare with him. It is indeed a pity not to have seen such a person."

Zhang Wuji's eyes were deep and bright, as if stars were hidden in them:

"However, that Yuanyang Daoist seems like he can still be seen..."

The two talked as if no one else was present, and in fact, the few waiters and the shopkeeper in the teahouse all seemed not to hear them.

"I heard that after the empress of the Central Continent ascended the throne, her actions have been quite significant, and have already caused unrest among many sects and holy lands."

The middle-aged man glanced at the young man casually:

"Junior Brother came from the Central Continent, so he must know something."

The Butian Pavilion is spread throughout the continents, so naturally there are ways to travel back and forth. However, even if there are ways, not everyone is qualified to come and go freely.

At least, he didn't have it.

But this young man had this qualification.

This young man's name was Zhang Wuji. He was one of the seven Holy Sons of the Butian Pavilion. His talent and intelligence were the best in the world, and he cultivated the supreme path of killing. He was a Tianjiao who was very likely to inherit the position of the Chief of the Butian Pavilion.

"I know a little."

Zhang Wuji nodded, his eyes flickering slightly: "That empress has great ambitions, perhaps wanting to prove the Da Dao before the great change in the world..."

Zhang Wuji's tone was calm, but with a hint of imperceptible unwillingness.

He did not come to the Eastern Continent willingly...

Prove the Da Dao?

The middle-aged man raised an eyebrow, then shook his head: "Since the great changes in the world after the Middle Ages, only Guanglong Supreme has proven the Da Dao in hundreds of thousands of years. Although that empress is the most amazing person in the Bashi Imperial Court in tens of thousands of years, it is impossible for her to succeed."

Ancient Celestial Venerables, Ancient Holy Emperors, and Medieval Supremes, but since the near-ancient era, there has only been one Guanglong Supreme.

Apart from that, countless heroes have faded away. Being conferred as a Marquis is already the best in the world, and being conferred as a King is rare even once in ten thousand years.

Not to mention the Supreme.

Even Guanglong Supreme had some predestined relationships in it, which is impossible to replicate.

Some even say that even if Guanglong Supreme was reborn, he would probably not have the possibility of proving the Da Dao now.

"There are some people in this world who cannot be judged by common sense."

Zhang Wuji's expression was a little complicated:

"Some people are born different. That empress truly has the qualifications of a Supreme. In today's Nine Provinces, there are only a few who can compare with her!"

"Having the qualifications of a Supreme does not necessarily mean that one can prove the Da Dao."

The middle-aged man was shocked by Zhang Wuji's admiration for that empress, but he still did not think she could prove the Da Dao.

How many outstanding talents have been born in the past 30 million years?

Among them, those who are called to have the qualifications of a Supreme are not just one or two in each generation, but how many can truly achieve the Supreme?

In the entire era after the Middle Ages, there was only Guanglong Supreme alone.

Not to mention, after Guanglong Supreme proved the Da Dao, his Dao and principles still permeated the world.

The original changes in the world had already made it difficult to achieve the Da Dao, and the existence of the Supreme's pressure made the difficulty much greater than in the era of Guanglong Supreme!

Even if countless talented people throughout the ages have been unwilling to be suppressed by the Supreme's pressure and fled to the stars, there has been no news from them in more than 20,000 years.

"Who dares to say for sure that they can prove the Da Dao? Even if that Chu Mengyao cannot prove the Da Dao, she is very likely to go further and be conferred as a King in today's changed world!"

Zhang Wuji's expression changed several times, and he still sighed: "The Bashi Imperial Court has the strongest foundation in the Central Continent. If it really moves, even if we are in the Eastern Continent, we cannot stay out of it..."

Everything is connected, and the Bashi Imperial Court is like a divine dragon in the water. Its movement will change the situation, and the involvement is probably very great.

"When Guanglong Supreme was alive, my Butian Pavilion still had a foundation for existence, not to mention now."

The middle-aged man put down his teacup and said:

"Junior Brother Zhang doesn't need to be too afraid of her."

He knew Zhang Wuji's unwillingness.

The Chief of the Butian Pavilion asked him to avoid the empress's sharpness and withdraw from the Central Continent. He obeyed, but it did not mean that he was willing.

"Afraid?"

Zhang Wuji shook his head slightly: "A true strong person dares to face their own shortcomings and the strength of their opponents. I admire her, but, it's just admiration."

He tapped lightly on the table, his expression indifferent:

"Being inferior for a while does not mean being inferior for a lifetime. On the road to the Supreme, there will always be a time to see who is better."

"Not bad!"

The middle-aged man nodded greatly, very much in agreement.

His purpose this time was to accompany Zhang Wuji to familiarize himself with the Eastern Continent and, by the way, dispel the unwillingness in his heart. Now that he saw that he had figured it out himself, he was naturally very happy.

"The cultivation atmosphere in the Eastern Continent is far inferior to that in the Central Continent. There are few heroes among them. The only Tianding Emperor who I admire a little has already passed away without me seeing him..."

Zhang Wuji sighed lightly, took a sip of tea, and his eyes fell: "The rest are just corpse keepers."

The middle-aged man did not respond, but listened for a moment before opening his mouth and saying:

"The fourth son of that Tianding Emperor is about to ascend the throne."

"Why don't we go and take a look."

Zhang Wuji also put down his teacup, leisurely looked north, and said lightly: "It's a good opportunity to meet that Yuanyang Daoist. After all, we have to meet the heroes of the Eastern Continent when we come to the Eastern Continent..."

Huh?!

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Wuji's eyes froze.

The sunlight flowing in from the entrance of the teahouse was unknowingly blocked by someone.

"You!"

The middle-aged man's heart trembled.

In the faint golden light at the door, a white-haired Daoist stepped in unhurriedly.

The Daoist had white hair and a Daoist robe. He was neither tall nor short, and his face was not particularly outstanding, but his aura was as heavy as mountains and rivers, and as vast as the ocean.

As he stepped forward, there was a sense of mountains and rivers shifting, the ocean pouring in, and the starry sky slapping his face.

It was indescribably grand and vast.

"Yuanyang Daoist!"

The middle-aged man stood up abruptly, and sparks seemed to burst out from his eyes, his aura powerful.

But there was an undisguisable look of fear on his face: "We are here only to witness the ascension of the new monarch of Tianding, not to cause trouble!"

"Butian Pavilion? You really are haunting."

An Qisheng glanced at the two of them indifferently, casually found a table to sit down at, and knocked lightly, asking the stunned shopkeeper in the distance to bring tea.

The aftermath of the battle a hundred days ago had not yet subsided, and there were countless spies from various sects hiding in Tianjiao City.

He had seen and caught quite a few along the way.

Zhu Dahai was a little uneasy. The aura of the two people in the room was too strong, making him instinctively afraid.

But seeing An Qisheng go in, he could only walk in with the chick.

"Y-Your tea."

The shopkeeper brought the tea tremblingly, with fear, but also with relief.

He could naturally see that these two people were of unknown origin, but his blood was not strong and his cultivation was low, so he was naturally helpless. Seeing An Qisheng coming, a big stone fell from his heart.

"The tea is good."

An Qisheng took a sip and nodded slightly.

The shopkeeper retreated in flattered surprise.

Zhang Wuji stared at An Qisheng for a long time before opening his mouth: "Daoist Brother, the method you cultivate is quite strange..."

Pa!

An Qisheng put down his teacup and his gaze fell on Zhang Wuji's body: "Butian Pavilion's foundation is not shallow."

The Ten Thousand Yang Realm's world is vast and boundless. Although Great Powers have the ability to cross continents, the time required to cross a continent is unbearable.

Not to mention crossing several continents.

This young man has a powerful aura, but he is not a King, so he naturally does not have this ability. The only thing he can rely on is the array patterns and domain gates left by the Supremes and Holy Emperors.

Sensing the undisguised indifference in the person in front of him's tone, Zhang Wuji's heart sank slightly.

"You want to see me."

His eyes reflected the appearance of the two people, and An Qisheng's tone was calm:

"That's just as well."