Changsheng: My experience in patrolling the liver

Chapter 645 Heavenly Martial Emperor's Palace, Meeting the Emperor! (Two Chapters Combined)

The Tianwu Emperor Palace was built in the twelfth year after the unification of the Nine Provinces and served as the residence of Emperor Wu!

Located in Yuanzhou, a place imbued with spiritual energy from all directions.

The foundation is made of stones from the Nine Provinces.

These so-called Nine Provinces Divine Stones are nine giant spirit stones carefully selected by each of the Nine Provinces Kings in their respective provinces. After being patiently polished, they were personally carried here to show their submission.

The divine stones gathered together and transformed into nine colors, symbolizing the nine heavens.

Above that was the imperial palace.

On this day, figures flew in from all directions, landing a hundred miles away from the imperial palace.

Flights are prohibited within a hundred miles of the imperial palace, so everyone has to walk to the palace on this final leg of the journey.

"This is the Heavenly Martial Emperor's Palace! It is truly magnificent and imposing!" A young man who had never been here on pilgrimage before was captivated by the sight.

Each of these nine-colored divine stones is hundreds of feet tall, and the spiritual energy on them surges like ocean waves, endlessly and inexhaustibly.

The Tianwu Emperor Palace on it is comparable in scale to a city, with golden bricks and red tiles, jade pillars, dragons and phoenixes dancing, magnificent and majestic.

Looking across the entire Nine Provinces, no king's palace is as magnificent as this imperial palace.

"There's a popular folk tale about nine kings moving stones to build the imperial foundation. We didn't take it seriously in the past, but now that we see it, it's not just moving stones, it's clearly moving nine sacred mountains!"

"And these nine seas of flowers: White Cloud Spirit Flower, Thunderstruck Wisteria Flower, Wind Fairy Yellow Flower, and Water Impermanence Green Flower."

“Each flower is a precious spiritual flower that is the most representative of a state. Each one is worth a lot of spiritual crystals. Yet they are all planted here, forming a sea of ​​flowers for His Majesty to enjoy.”

Those who arrive for the first time, no matter how much they have seen, are still amazed by what they see.

The imperial palace, painstakingly built by the nine kings of the state, was a place where they wished they could bring all the finest things in the world to.

This was not merely to please Emperor Song Changming, but also to establish the Tianwu Imperial Palace as a sacred place of faith for the human race of the Nine Provinces.

As long as the Heavenly Martial Emperor's Palace remains, the human race of the Nine Provinces must not be divided or insane.

Upon seeing this imperial palace, one is as if seeing the Emperor himself. Even the most ambitious person would have to submit and abandon any improper thoughts.

For humanity to achieve a peaceful and prosperous world, it needs this supreme imperial palace. Even Emperor Song Changming, the Martial Emperor, doesn't often spend long periods of time in the palace throughout the year.
More and more people came to the territory of the Heavenly Martial Emperor's Palace. They came from all over the Nine Provinces and came in all shapes and sizes. Most of them were powerful martial artists, but there were also a few ordinary people with extraordinary status and special backgrounds. They were all invited to watch the ceremony in front of the emperor.

Today is the day of the Imperial Martial Arts Tournament. All those who have distinguished themselves from all over the Nine Provinces will meet the Martial Emperor today for the final martial arts competition.

"Such abundant spiritual energy, far more concentrated than most spiritual energy places." As Gu Qingfeng stepped into the sea of ​​flowers, it was as if he had stepped into another world, and the density of spiritual energy suddenly increased.

Accompanying it was the fragrant aroma of the spiritual flowers. One breath of it was refreshing and invigorating, making every pore on the body open up and the flesh and blood rejoice, as if one were in a fairyland.

Gu Qingfeng looked up again and saw that outside the vast imperial palace, the spiritual energy had become so dense that it had turned into a tangible spiritual mist, lingering all around and never dissipating.

He looked behind him again, and the difference in feeling before and after stepping into the sea of ​​flowers was really too obvious.

He knew very well that there was an extremely sophisticated spirit-gathering array here, which made this place like a fairyland, and even every spirit flower planted here grew very well.

Amidst the sea of ​​flowers, groups of female officials were scattered about, specifically tending to these sacred flowers.

Upon seeing the numerous visitors, the ladies-in-waiting bowed in greeting.

They naturally recognized that many of these people were important figures in official robes, and dared not show them any disrespect.

In fact, those who were qualified to visit the imperial palace were almost never ordinary people.

It's either because of a high official position or strong cultivation.

Song Yiyan, standing to the side, was also looking left and right, her eyes sparkling.

Although she had met Emperor Wu many times, this was her first time visiting Emperor Wu's palace.

"It's so beautiful." Song Yiyan walked along the flower-lined path, smelling the fragrance of the flowers, and her mood inexplicably became extremely good.

The desire for a better life is human nature, and no one is an exception.

"Qingfeng, do you think this flower is prettier, or am I prettier?" Song Yiyan asked, her hands behind her back. Suddenly, she turned her head, her black hair falling down, and smiled radiantly at Gu Qingfeng beside her.

The question caught Gu Qingfeng off guard, causing him to cough lightly before answering somewhat awkwardly.

"Miss Song is even more beautiful than these flowers."

Song Yiyan was satisfied with the answer and chuckled.

The two have known each other for over a year and have actually developed feelings for each other, but neither of them has made the first move.

Gu Qingfeng already knew about Song Yiyan's background. The thought that Song Yiyan had a connection with Emperor Wu made him feel inexplicably anxious.

He never felt unworthy of anyone in the past.

But now, facing the person he truly loves, he feels a subtle pressure.

This pressure naturally did not come from Song Yiyan herself, but from the legendary Emperor Wu behind her.

"I must reach the Grandmaster realm as soon as possible!" Gu Qingfeng thought to himself as he watched the beautiful woman, more beautiful than any flower, walk forward.

A large stone staircase was built from each of the nine spirit stones, leading directly to the imperial palace above.

On both sides of the stone steps, two rows of children, no more than ten years old, stood in neat rows to welcome the guests.

They were dressed in uniform asphalt palace robes, with flowers and bird patterns on their chests, and small hats, looking quite respectable.

Most of them were homeless children selected from Kyushu to serve as pageboys in the palace.

Although they had a tragic past and were even cursed and harassed, now that they were wearing these palace robes, no one dared to treat them rudely anymore.

This Tianwu Imperial Palace is their greatest support.

As everyone stepped onto the stone steps, they could feel the surrounding spiritual energy growing stronger with each step they took.

After they climbed the stone steps, they saw the palace gate, which was as huge as the South Heavenly Gate of the Heavenly Court, and was thirty feet high.

There were only two guards on duty, but their auras were so powerful and their eyes so piercing that no one dared to underestimate them.

These two have already reached the level of martial arts grandmasters!

The grandmaster looked at the palace gate; looking across the entire world, only this place could be seen.

"Greetings, gentlemen." King Yun, leading the people of Yunzhou, first bowed to the two Grandmaster guards who were guarding the palace gate.

"Your Highness is too kind. Please come in. A banquet has been prepared for you all in the palace," the guard said, returning the greeting.

"Alright." King Yun smiled slightly, about to lead everyone through the hundred-meter-long palace gate.

Suddenly, they heard loud laughter coming from behind.

"Brother Hua, it's been a long time. How have you been?"

When King Yun turned around, he saw another group of people walking from another set of divine stone steps.

He was also very familiar with the person in the lead; it was none other than the former Emperor Miao, now the King of Miao, Qin Beisheng.

"With favorable weather and peace and prosperity, what could be wrong?" King Yun smiled and replied.

"That's true." Qin Beisheng stroked his beard and nodded, knowing that the palace gate was not the place to talk, so he made a gesture of invitation.

"Let's see which state's martial arts warriors will stand out the most in this first Imperial Martial Arts Tournament."

"Hehe, good." King Yun had great confidence in the martial arts experts he had brought. Inside the palace, there were rows of magnificent halls and pagodas, arranged in a well-organized and meticulously planned manner.

Each of the temples and towers is made of spirit stones; you won't find a single ordinary stone or piece of ordinary iron here!
The cost of building such a Tianwu Emperor Palace is immeasurable.

It was only through the combined power of all the human races of the Nine Provinces that it was built.

"Wow, what an icy, translucent stone! I wonder what it is?"

"This is the Ice Soul Jade of Frost Continent. It can only be found in scattered pieces in the far north. It has many wonderful uses, such as extinguishing fire poison and pill poison, assisting cultivation, and dispelling inner demons. Even a tiny piece the size of a fingernail is priceless."

This place before me is so large, like a screen; I've never seen anything like it before. It's truly a rare sight in the world.

"Then what is this?"

"This is a wind-stabilizing stone, a gemstone specializing in Fengzhou. A piece the size of a palm can create a windless zone with a radius of one li. This artificial mountain was entirely carved from this stone, which is truly incredible!"

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The crowd marveled at the sights along the way in the palace, introducing them to each other.

Looking around, almost nothing is ordinary!

"This entire imperial palace must be filled with rare treasures," someone exclaimed as they walked along.

"That's exactly right. Emperor Wu led our human race to unify the Nine Provinces, completely eradicated the scourge of demons, and suppressed all races. Such a great achievement, throughout history, apart from Emperor Yuan, who else can compare with him?" a grandmaster elder said.

No one refuted what he said.

At this time, Emperor Wu is at the height of his prestige, and no one dares to say a word against him, either openly or privately.

After passing through palace corridors, the group soon arrived at a particularly tall and spacious hall.

Numerous female officials were carrying wine and drinks, hurrying in and out, entertaining the distinguished guests who had arrived.

"Oh, Brother Hua, it seems we're late," Qin Beisheng said, listening to the sounds of clinking glasses and toasts in the hall.

As the two groups approached, one of the guards at the door immediately announced their arrival in a loud voice.

"King Yun has arrived!"

"King Miao has arrived!"

Upon hearing this, many people seated in the hall rose and bowed towards the entrance.

"Greetings, Cloud King."

"Greetings, King Miao."

In terms of status, below Emperor Wu were the nine regional kings who ruled their respective territories.

Naturally, everyone who sees him must bow respectfully.

"No need for formalities, King Yan, King Lei, King Yan."

"Brother Qin and I are late." King Yun stepped into the hall and greeted the men in royal robes at the head of the table.

Of the nine kings of the Nine Provinces, he was closest to Qin Beisheng, the King of Miao, and thus they addressed each other by their surname.

As for the other state kings, in such a formal setting, they had to address each other as kings, so they couldn't be too casual.

“No, that’s not true. King Yun and King Miao have arrived at just the right time,” King Feng said first.

"Yes, please have a seat. It has been a long time since I have raised a cup with you two," the Dark King added.

The other state kings echoed this sentiment.

In reality, there were differences in status among the nine state kings.

King Yun, King Miao, and King Feng were the three emperors of the human race. Although they are now all kings of the state, the six kings of the state who came after them are not as powerful as these three.

Even in terms of their relationship with Emperor Wu, these three meritorious kings were the closest to him.

Therefore, some officials held similar views, saying that the Cloud King, the Water King, and the Wind King were the three upper kings of the Nine Provinces, while the rest were the six lower kings.

In terms of power, status, and even the weight of their words before Emperor Wu, the six lower kings combined are not as great as the three upper kings!

King Yun and King Miao sat on the left and right, respectively, in the first seats.

The others who came along sat in seats behind their respective state kings.

The highest imperial throne in the main hall is currently vacant.

King Yun glanced at the imperial throne, then quietly communicated with Song Changming using a communication jade slip.

His only worry was that this Emperor Wu, who was always elusive and rarely seen, might delay the martial arts competition before the emperor today.

After all, in the past, Song Changming had secluded himself in the far north of Shuangzhou for more than a year at a time, so it's normal for him to have this concern.

Fortunately, Song Changming has returned from seclusion some time ago, so he should not miss this martial arts competition before the emperor.

On the other side, in the abyss.

After checking the sealing array again and confirming that it was intact, Song Changming also took the opportunity to clear out the abyssal beasts that had started to reappear.

He had already learned from the Cloud King that the previous destruction of the Star Devouring Dragon's divine consciousness confirmed that there was more than one Star Devouring Dragon's divine consciousness still remaining!
"Truly a lingering ghost, a scourge that will haunt us for a thousand years." Song Changming retreated to the entrance of the abyss, frowning as he muttered to himself.

"Just wait, it won't be long before I go in to find you myself, without you even having to come out!"

He snorted lightly, not forgetting the grudge that the Star-Devouring Dragon had once tried to steal his soul, almost causing him to be destroyed.

Once his strength increases further, he will destroy this Star-Devouring Dragon sooner or later!
He noticed the message from the Cloud King on the communication jade slip in his Qiankun Ring.

"A martial arts competition before the emperor?" Song Changming suddenly remembered this. Without further delay, he opened the portal, stepped inside, and disappeared.

That day, in the Martial Emperor's Palace, beside the throne in the Martial Hall, the gate of light slowly opened.

Upon seeing this, everyone was immediately alerted, showing no panic whatsoever. They simply stood up and tidied their appearance.

Most of them were very familiar with this portal of light; it was almost universally acknowledged as the current Emperor Wu's personal teleportation portal.

Sure enough, soon Song Changming, dressed in an imperial nine-dragon robe, appeared before everyone.

This nine-dragon robe is exclusively for Song Changming; he is the only one in the entire world who wears it.

"Welcome, Your Majesty!"

"Welcome, Your Majesty!"

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Inside the hall, guests from all sides, including kings, ministers, generals, masters, geniuses, and noble families, numbered in the thousands. They all bowed and paid their respects before Song Changming.

Although he, the Martial Emperor, did not attend to state affairs and delegated most of his power to the nine provincial kings, these people did not dare to underestimate him, the human emperor, because of this.

After all, given Song Changming's unparalleled personal strength, he could take back all the power he had relinquished at any time and firmly grasp it in his own hands, if he so desired.

Everyone present was convinced of this and knew that Song Changming was absolutely capable of doing it.

Therefore, their submission to Song Changming was genuine.

(End of this chapter)