Star Trace Gate

At the foot of the fairy mountain, the descendant of the ancient emperor attracted the luck of the world and turned into a purple pillar, standing tall and upright.

Thousands of rays of light surged, and fourteen sixth-grade people from the east, south, and north opened the door to the Jiuli Secret Realm and descended here.

At the moment of "opening the door", the aura of the fourteen sixth-grade people was majestic and endless, vast as the sea, spreading across the Dao Palace.

The common people were shocked, and countless people did not know what was going on. They looked up at the sky in fear, and instinctively thought that the battle between the fallen immortals that had just taken place in the emperor's tomb would be staged again in Chaolong City?

The fifteen sects collapsed, and the remaining immortals wanted to divide the world. They couldn't reach an agreement, so are they going to fight?

But...but how many people would be buried with him?

The overwhelming pressure from the sixth-rank cultivator brought great panic to the people of the five cities, but when the cultivators and people in the city collectively saw Ziyun standing tall, their panic disappeared in an instant.

Everyone then remembered that a few days ago, the immortals from the Nine Li and Nineteen States had all flocked to Chaolong City, claiming to be attending a meeting. Meanwhile, the immortals from outside the city had also claimed to have come here at the invitation of the descendants of the Ancient Emperor...

So, this is not a battle between two immortals, but a battle between all immortals?

However, this descendant of the ancient emperor is only a fourth-rank person after all. How can he have the face to invite so many sixth-rank Daoists to appear together in Jiuli!

The panic in the city gradually dissipated, and then it became a boiling point with great shock and discussion.

Wendao Palace, the square in front of the palace.

The more than 2,000 strong men from the Nineteen States of Jiuli were all staring at the sky in the east, north and south in amazement, their faces pale and their expressions frozen.

After a brief period of silence, the powerful men in the Nineteen States were in an uproar.

“…Is this his imperial background?!”

A young man said bitterly, "Even if that divine guardian is not here, this kind of background is unstoppable!"

"No, what has been standing together for three days is not his foundation, but just his branches and vines!"

An old man stood straight and shook his head helplessly, saying, "These fourteen sixth-grade masters were all invited here, not the descendants of the ancient emperor!"

"Yes, among these fourteen sixth-rank cultivators, not a single one of them is from the same sect as the Ancient Emperor's descendant."

As soon as these words came out, the area around the old man fell silent.

More than 2,000 powerful men from the 19 states were all sensing the world with astonishment. They realized that above the sky in front of Xingshan Mountain, the door to the secret realm was opening, and countless breaths of those who touched the Tao were tearing the void.

In the back hall of the Wendao Palace.

The leaders of the 19 states did not continue to sit in their chairs waiting at this moment, but all "jumped" up from their seats, walked towards the main door of the back hall in shock and confusion, and stared at the sky with their hands behind their backs.

"Anything else?!" Lin Bo, the leader of Baoque Mountain, murmured with a serious expression.

"What I want to see is not those who are invited, but those who are supposed to come."

Old Master Zuo, his black clothes fluttering, said sternly, "As fellow sixth-rank Daoists, apart from that old Taoist Wuchen, who else doesn't have a few true friends?!"

The female leader of Suxiao Palace, holding a whisk, walked gracefully to the side of Old Master Zuo and said softly, "I also want to see how much weight the invitation sent by Senior Brother Zuo yesterday carries."

At the back, the usually calm old marquis also stood up, walked to the back of the crowd with his hands behind his back, and looked calmly at the vast sky.

He is recognized as the best among the previous generation of Jiuli people, and is also the ruler of Dongdeng Prefecture, whom Wu Chen is unwilling to provoke easily even though he has united fifteen sects.

Considering the old marquis's character and state of mind, he knows exactly what he can do and what potential he can borrow.

Today's alliance meeting is a test for the descendant of the ancient emperor and the vision of his old marquis. If the situation is unavoidable, the descendant of the ancient emperor can just pat his butt and leave, but for him, it will damage the appeal of Dongdeng Mansion, damage his personal prestige, and even make it easy for him to lose his reputation in his later years.

Therefore, when he looked up at the sky, his firm and sharp old eyes were filled with countless expectations.

I hope the world behind you can merge with the world of Jiuli...

Now that I am in my old age, with gray hair and not much time left, if I can put an end to the war in my hometown, I will have lived a life without regrets.

He gazed at the sky above Xingshan Mountain and saw a blank stele emitting dazzling fairy light, floating above the sky.

The door to the secret realm is opening, and the aura of sixth-grade touchers penetrates the void and flows into Jiuli.

"brush!"

Suddenly, a figure in white ascended to the sky from the teleportation platform that opened the door to the secret realm.

He was an old man with white hair and clothes that were not stained by dust.

"coming!"

Lin Bo stood in the hall and whispered, "His Dao rhyme is profound, his Qi and blood are extremely vigorous, he is a sixth-grade cultivator in his prime!"

On the front side of Xingshan Mountain, above the sky, the old man with white hair and a hundred heads looked towards the Wendao Palace from afar and said in a loud voice: "The Chinese New Year Guardian, Minister of War Ruan Yin, has been invited by the Zhimen Sect's master and personal disciple, the Little Human Emperor, to visit Jiuli to discuss important matters!"

The shouts were like thunder, resounding throughout the five cities.

As soon as he finished speaking, under the gaze of countless common people and tens of thousands of cultivators, figures in white stepped out from the secret door that was revealed by the condensed starlight.

One, two, three...

In just a few dozen breaths, groups of people in white clothes floated outside Xingshan Mountain, standing in the air, with the aura of a tiger swallowing a thousand miles.

The world is silent, the nineteen states are silent!

Strands of pressure from the Dao spread out, causing the Dao rhyme of the Great Emperor behind him to dissipate, and the Xingshan Mountain, which had become the secret realm of the Emperor's son, also looked increasingly blurry.

There are a total of twenty-two white-clothed Luo Jiuli, all of whom are the masters of the Suzaku City Academy, or the Taoist priests of the Ministry of War. They are unreasonable and only rely on fists in the myriad secret realms.

"Twenty-two sixth-rank...!" The endless expectations in the old marquis' eyes completely exploded at this moment.

Far exceeded expectations, far exceeded expectations!

Nantian.

Longtian City, the Xu family, and Xu Baiye, all the doubts in their hearts disappeared when they saw the twenty-two men in white standing shoulder to shoulder.

"Third Uncle, is my brother's backstage... okay?" Xiao Shuai asked with bared teeth, standing behind his elder.

No one could say in advance whether it was reliable for a child to be in charge, but at this moment, the Xu family was obviously very satisfied with this answer.

Xu Baiye nodded slightly and said simply, "Get along well with him. If you don't get along well with him, find the reason yourself."

In front of Xingshan Mountain, above the sky.

When the twenty-two men in white were standing in the air, a graceful figure suddenly appeared from the door of the secret realm, accompanied by Long Shou, Tang Feng, A Pu, Wang Lili, Pangolin and other members of the second team of the park team, and flew up.

At the foot of the Immortal Mountain, Ren Ye looked up at the sky and whispered, "Master, you know my heart. Lord Ruan is here, and the old lovely people in the Ministry of War and the Academy are also very respectful... This is a sure thing!"

"Thank you for your hard work, my dear!"

He stared at the beautiful figure, his heart filled with warmth.

The beloved concubine returned, soaring to the sky above, holding a painting shimmering with divine light. Her eyes slowly swept across the Wendao Palace, and she instantly activated her divine power. Her voice was solemn, saying, "The guardian of the Chinese New Year—the leader of the Zhimen Sect, Lin Xiang, is unable to be here in person due to his duties. Before leaving, I specially present this calligraphy to congratulate you on this joyous meeting and the joy of the Jiuli people."

As soon as she finished speaking, the beloved concubine raised her arm and threw the calligraphy and painting onto the ceiling.

When the words cut through the void, endless rainbow light suddenly shone above the sky, and an irresistible force of heaven surged.

"brush!"

Endless rainbow lights gathered and turned into the Eye of Heaven, which suddenly opened and looked coldly at the world, as well as the calligraphy and painting that was about to slowly open in the sky.

At this moment, the power of the Heavenly Dao here actually felt a force of Dao rhyme in the calligraphy and painting that was enough to threaten the balance here.

This kind of Dao rhyme power cannot appear in a fourth-grade secret realm, it can only exist in the same-grade realm, or in a place without grade.

He felt an unprecedented threat at this moment, so the laws of heaven began to suppress and degrade that Dao rhyme.

Above the sky, the clouds were surging, and the Eye of Heaven was emitting endless rainbow light. It began to suppress and strangle the painting, as if it wanted to shatter it between heaven and earth.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a trace of Taoism revived in the calligraphy and painting, and a figure dressed in a red robe suddenly emerged, standing across the sky and earth!

The face of the shadow could not be seen clearly, only the white hair draped over the shoulders and the outline was blurred.

He stood upright, stretched out his hand to take the calligraphy and painting, and under the endless pressure of the Heavenly Dao, the shadow became more and more solid.

The rainbow light emitted by the Eye of Heaven was like the scorching sun that could melt everything in the world, shining directly on the red-robed phantom.

But under the scorching sun of heaven, the shadow's "flesh body" continued to grow and regenerate.

The fourth-grade power of the Heavenly Dao here couldn't... actually do anything to him.

It was as if every time the scorching sun was about to suppress and melt the phantom, the Dao rhyme in the calligraphy and painting could be reborn and reappear under the suppression of the Heavenly Dao, surging endlessly.

At the foot of the Immortal Mountain, Ren Ye stared in astonishment at the "Red Robe Elder" who had given him such peace of mind. He couldn't help but mutter, "Master... has never used any divine arts in front of me... Is this his Dao? Even the fourth-grade Heavenly Dao power here... can't suppress or obliterate it?!"

"However, this Dao rhyme power of Master feels a little familiar...!"

He was very puzzled and found it difficult to comprehend the power of the Dao that even the Heavenly Dao could not suppress.

Countless eyes from the five cities of Xianlan were focused on the red-robed shadow.

Under the sky, Da Hong Pao stood under the scorching sun of heaven, waved his arms, and unfolded the calligraphy and painting in the myriad rainbow lights.

Suddenly, an old voice resounded from Jiuli.

"Congratulations to Jiuli, may the sky be clear and peaceful, and may the sea and sky be one color!!!"

Twelve words, resounding throughout the world.

Inside the palace, Old Master Zuo, whose face had turned blue to purple, stood with his hands behind his back and gritted his teeth as he sent a voice message to the old Marquis: "... Marquis, I'll ask you again, is his master an ordinary sixth-rank master?!"

"It wasn't me who said that, he said it himself!" the old marquis replied slowly.

Inside the hall, Master Zuo's expression was completely frozen, and he remained silent for a long time.

Beside them, the leader of Baoque Mountain, Lin Bo, the female leader of Suxiao Palace, and the leaders of other states all lost their confused, questioning, and suspicious expressions at this moment.

"The trend is unstoppable..." Lin Bo sighed, "There's nothing more to say. This alliance is a done deal."

"Senior Brother Zuo, do you want to see more? Do you want to see more?!" The female leader of Suxiao Palace asked politely.

"See what's going on?!" Zuo Yuan said proudly, his hands behind his back, "Only by seeing it can I feel at ease."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and left: "The sky is clear and the earth is peaceful, the sea and the sky are one color - today is a good time for me to talk!"

Chaolong City, Beitian.

The seven financial bosses stared at the red-robed figure unfolding the calligraphy and painting, all of them showing joy on their faces.

"This red-robed man from China... is truly worthy of the title of the Gatekeeper of the World." The leading figure from the Finance Pavilion spoke succinctly, "Not much more to say. Let's share what we have and plan a relocation."

"We also need to support Li Yan's lineage."

"He has already joined the cabinet, how can we still support him?!" someone asked.