The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 132 Lord Taishan! (Four extra chapters, please vote with monthly tickets!)
Zhou Yan focused all his efforts on freeing the ancient weapon in his hands.

If he relied solely on his own magical power, it would be impossible to completely liberate the Earth Spirit and Heavenly Collapse. However, he now has the blessing of the God of Agriculture's ears of grain, the Buddha's light left by Manjushri, and most importantly, the Mountain Spider draws upon the power of the earth.

In other words, at this moment, the ancient monster, which is itself an earth vein attribute, is surrounded by extremely dense earth vein power.

Is he some ancient monster who has seen King Yu?
This is simply courting death.

Zhou Yan suspected that when King Yu killed the mountain spider, he might have used this very knife. If so, then it would be a case of cause and effect.

Above the earth's collapse and the sky's tilt, a burst of light suddenly exploded.

Divine Weapon - Liberation!

On the earth, only after everyone had exhausted all their strength to defeat the huge and ferocious eight-armed Arhat did they realize that this was only what they saw on the surface. As they fought step by step and fought with all their might, the truth about the Reclining Buddha Temple was revealed before them, and everyone was bound to despair.

When [Lord Taishan] was devoured, all hope turned into despair.

The reassurance that comes with the appearance of [Lord Taishan] is immense!
The despair of Zhou Yan being swallowed whole was immense.

Li Longji felt the backlash of his previous scheme. He heard the panicked cries of the people around him. He stared intently at the mountain spider climbing the sky, gritting his teeth, "Zhou Yan, Zhou Yan, you brat, don't die!"

Just then, a horrific scream suddenly came from the climbing, ascending mountain spider. It was bizarre and absurd, filled with extreme pain, shattering the eerie atmosphere of its ascent.

"Aa ...

A scream exploded, the sound wave almost turning into ripples that shattered the surrounding clouds. Everyone felt a ringing in their ears, and then they saw a huge, mountain-sized blade tear open the abdomen of the giant ancient spider and point it at the sky.

That's a knife?!
That was almost a mountain.

Thousands of silk threads hung from the sky. The enormous ancient creature could only barely avoid falling by exerting all its strength, its huge spider limbs huddled together into a ball. The sword, like a mountain growing from the earth, stretched out diagonally, pointing towards the sky.

Amidst the roar of a dragon, flames rose as the young Taoist stepped on the spine of a blade.

Take it one step at a time.

Her sleeves rolled up, and her hair flew in the wind.

Through the layers of clouds, the Weaver Girl looked at Zhou Yan, at her centuries-long plan, the methods she had prepared since the construction of the Reclining Buddha Temple, all of which had ultimately crumbled. Her expression froze.

"How is that possible? To wield a mountain as a blade, such skill is definitely not that of an ordinary person."

"who are you?!"

"Who are you!"

who am I?
The young Taoist, who had almost experienced life and death, stretched out his palm. His palm was long and slender. Then he withdrew four fingers, leaving only his middle finger pointing at the ancient demon. His tired, battle-hardened face carried a hint of arrogant smile.

He answered readily.

"I'm your dad!"

Li Longji wanted to burst into laughter.

Zhou, with his meager magical power and mediocre cultivation, is unlikely to win a fight against these ancient beings, but he has never lost a verbal battle. This retired emperor knows that Master Zhou has two weapons: one in his hands and one in his mouth.

A knife in your hand may not be useful, but a sharp tongue can be unforgiving.

The weaver's breath almost had nowhere to go, and the hanging silk threads swayed.

Zhou Yan's discerning eyes rippled as he realized that this Weaver Girl was not her true form... Even she herself might not be able to accomplish such a feat, just like people who caused a massive explosion in their past lives would certainly not be able to withstand it if they placed themselves at the epicenter of the explosion.

It's only natural that the Weaver Girl can constantly plot and create commotions beyond her own power limits. Under such dangerous circumstances, the Weaver Girl would never dare to come here in person; she is merely using a magical artifact to spy on the situation.

Zhou Yan could even sense faint, emanating wills around him.

The weaver was making too much noise.

As fellow demons, knowing of the Weaver Girl's plan, they also turned their gazes towards him. Zhou Yan sensed many unfamiliar gazes, but he also sensed a familiar one.

His gaze was cold and clear, yet carried an extremely sharp and threatening feeling.

It is the Master of Qingmingfang.

In the Qingming Market, the Qingming Market Master watched the scene displayed by the supernatural power. He saw the silk threads hanging down, the huge ancient monster losing its power in pain, and the young Taoist cutting through mountains and peaks with surging spirit.

It was completely different from the miserable state he was in just a few months ago, when a single hungry ghost could drive him to his death.

This change in demeanor was too drastic.

This even made the Master of the Azure Netherworld doubt his own memories.

Doubts arise because what you see before your eyes is the truth, while what you saw on the day before was false.

She suspected that Zhou Yan had deliberately disguised himself that day to amuse her in Qingming Market, with the aim of taking away that fragment of the Dao Fruit. Just thinking about the lost Dao Fruit filled her with resentment.

But thankfully, thankfully.

Zhou Yan only received one percent of that Dao Fruit.

They are extremely rare and of little use.

However, since someone else had taken her path, she felt uncomfortable and unhappy that her path had been taken away. She was a demon, and demons valued their territory much more than humans.

The Qingming Pavilion Master could sense that other beings who had obtained Dao Fruits were also spying on this place. The reason was simply that Zhou Yan possessed a Dao Fruit, and the Weaver Girl had a profound background. If they possessed the Taishan Gong Dao Fruit, they would naturally sense it.

Everyone was watching this scene closely and knew where the fragment of the Dao Fruit was.

Zhou Yan could vaguely sense the hostility in those gazes fixed on him, the feeling of someone eyeing something that was already in his grasp. Yes, these were the so-called enemies on the path of cultivation.

Even those who are enemies on the path can only sit idly by and watch the disaster befall the Reclining Buddha Temple.

This world is so vast; before one calamity has subsided, another arises with waves of chaos!
Before the remnants of his evil ways were eliminated, many so-called powerful figures, those who were very close to being immortals or gods, had already set their sights on him, probably planning to reap the benefits and kill him when he was exhausted.

If that's the case, then let's go!

Come!
Despite being in such a desperate situation, Zhou Yan suddenly felt a surge of heroic spirit.

Zhou Yan was eaten by the spider and almost died in battle. Now, after several battles, he was exhausted, but a sense of pride and arrogance welled up inside him. He stretched out his hand and pointed, sweeping his fingers around the surroundings and over the beings he sensed through the Dao Fruit.

The Master of the Azure Netherworld even felt that this was directed at him.

The young Taoist priest was full of vigor and high spirits, his eyebrows raised high, and he laughed heartily.

The weaver asked, "Who exactly are you?!"

Finally, Zhou Yan pointed at the Weaver Girl and said:

"It's just a past incarnation of Manjushri, yet it dares to run rampant!"

In short, it's a complete failure.

The surrounding consciousnesses, which had been subtly observing, froze. The one belonging to the Azure Netherworld Master was particularly astonished, staring in disbelief at the young Daoist. At this moment, all six consciousnesses realized that this young man was definitely not an ordinary person. Because Manjushri had just suggested treating each other as equals, Zhou Yan's carefree nature, coupled with his current anger and boldness, made his speech sound like a casual conversation between friends. This tone moved even the six consciousnesses.

What were the weak before, sold to butcher shops?

Upon careful consideration, this person came from the Qingming Market and was involved in the entire journey to the Reclining Buddha Temple. He was definitely not an ordinary person; he was just putting on an act before!

The Weaver Girl's emotions fluctuated violently. Her plan had failed, and her true nature had been exposed with a single sentence. The impact on her was enormous. The Weaver Girl was shaken, and the resentment she had suppressed surged forth. Unfortunately, she was hiding far away and could not come over at this moment. All she could do was shout sharply:
"who are you!!!"

Zhou Yan said, "Yes, who is it...?"

As Zhou Yan emerged from the void, Li Longji had already inscribed his honorific title—

【Lord Taishan】!
Then he pressed the seal, but when he pressed the seal, the three characters "Duke of Taishan" disappeared. Li Longji immediately realized that the Duke of Taishan was already dead, and the current person was not him at all.

What should I do? What should I do?
Li Longji was still Li Sanlang in the end.

At this moment, Zhou Yan was stalling for time. Time was of the essence for Zhou Yan, for him, and for the lives of the people. There was no time to hesitate. He picked up his brush and wrote down another honorific title, but he still failed.

Marshal Taishan failed.

Shenyue Tianzhong King failed; Tianqi King failed.

Li Sanlang gritted his teeth, picked up his pen, and wrote.

The Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak.

A surge of fortune, rising majestically.

The name lit up and then went out, which meant that these ancient titles were either broken or simply unsuitable. After all, the impact of the death of the Duke of Taishan was too great.

Any honorific title that was created after the death of the Duke of Taishan would be overshadowed by the death of the former.

That is to say...

Li Longji breathed slightly, his eyes sharp, and slowly picked up his brush.

I wrote down the last choice.

To be honest, this title made Li Sanlang's forehead tingle. At the same time, he also felt the same way as that little girl Li Zhiwei—the more dangerous the situation, the more excited he became.

"At this point, there's no time to worry about anything else. An ancient god it is, little Taoist priest!"

Li Sanlang's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his lips twitched, revealing a carefree air.

He picked up the Imperial Seal of the State and pressed his seal on it.

It turned out that the seal was completely dry. But was it really just dry, or was it that even the Imperial Seal of the State was unwilling to bear the consequences? If it was the former, then how could the Imperial Seal of the State be an ordinary object?
If it's the latter...

Haha, that's true, it's getting more and more enjoyable and exhilarating!

Gao Lishi noticed that no ink had been pressed on the seal. He bent down and looked up to examine it closely. There was still ink on the seal, but the ink was not being pressed on because it was too heavy. Gao Lishi took out the ink and asked Li Longji to press it on the seal. His hands were trembling.

After repeating this three times without success, Li Longji pushed Gao Lishi away.

"saint?!"

"It's too late, get out of the way!"

He took the sword, cut his palm, and blood gushed out. He then used this blood as a mark!

The Imperial Seal of the State was dipped in the blood of the Emperor!

It pressed down suddenly, but even so, it couldn't be suppressed.

It was as if something was holding back the seal, preventing it from collapsing and causing the title to slowly dissipate. Li Longji gritted his teeth, and the surroundings seemed to slow down, as if he were falling into a blank space, where all sound disappeared.

He needs to pay the price.

Who stands behind the aging emperor?

It was the throne, it was that beautiful and delicate woman, it was myself at sixteen.

and also--

Datang.

A sage, a sage.

My magnificent Tang Dynasty, blessed by Heaven with all nations, Chang'an is the most important city under Heaven, with civil and military officials dominating the world, the people living in peace and prosperity, and soldiers willing to die for their country. It is a true Celestial Empire, and I can almost hear poets reciting poems and Buddhist and Taoist discussions in my ears.

See the myriad aspects of life in the marketplace, the mortal world.

The Tang Dynasty...

"May the Great Tang Dynasty be victorious!"

Li Longji closed his eyes, and the old man revealed a bold smile. His blood and qi surged and burned, and his purple aura poured into the seal without reservation. Among the emperors of the world, there are differences.

Not everyone is qualified to perform the Fengshan ceremony.

But Li Longji was qualified, and should have been the only one qualified in the past few centuries, apart from Emperor Taizong Wen. He suppressed it fiercely, as if thunder had exploded in the air.

If the realm of immortals and gods is like white snow, it is difficult for mortals to reach it.

The realm of the Human Emperor is like the unreachable white snow of the heavens. In history, emperors who can leave a trace at this level are already worthy of being recorded in history. Often, they can only touch it occasionally, and then fall down.

It was nothing more than a fleeting glimpse of snow.

At this moment, Li Longji once again left his mark on this level.

Zhou Yan raised his hand to confront the ancient demon in front of him, as well as the faintly visible presence.

The young Taoist priest, his sleeves billowing, his heroic spirit undiminished, asked in a loud voice:

"Li Sanlang, who am I?!"

The imperial edict suddenly emitted a bright light, its aura shifting and changing, and it chanted its honorific title and true name. It was no ordinary edict; it was neither the Duke of Taishan, nor the Misty Peak, nor the Mountain God, nor the Duke of Shan. Li Longji gasped for breath as he watched the edict burn to ashes, the last four characters bright and serene.

And it is said—

And so it goes!

And respect!

Then the emperor burst into laughter, pointed at the young Taoist priest, and shouted:
"It's been a long time. Have you been gone from this world for thousands or tens of thousands of years?"

"Mount Tai, Lord Fu!"

(End of this chapter)