Mysterious mirror hanging high

The person being questioned by [Cao Wangzhen] was a thin middle-aged man. His pupils were dark gold, shaped like an eagle, with narrow and upturned corners. There seemed to be cold stars flowing in his eyes. When he stared at others, it was like a sharp blade cutting through the fog. When he turned his head, his neck did not move, only his pupils moved to the side, as if a wolf was watching its prey, revealing its sinisterness and alertness.

This person was Sima Xuanzhao. Upon hearing this, he said slowly, "Brother Wang Zhen... I think we don't need to make a probing move. As the saying goes, 'A lean camel is bigger than a horse.' Even if the Divine Cauldron Immortal Dynasty's power is gradually weakening, it is still a behemoth that our several great families have no chance of contending with. Why deliberately provoke it? It would only alert the enemy."

He showed a slight bitter smile on his face: "The ancestor of our clan who has reached the state of transformation suffered a hidden injury in his early years and has always been in poor condition. You are all aware of this. Now, you can see that his life span is coming to an end due to this injury. He cannot compare with the masters of other major families who are at the peak of their careers. It is difficult for the Sima family to stand out."

Cao Wangzhen narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Oh? The six great families have always kept in touch with each other, and they stand together in the fight against the imperial family. Sima Xuanzhao, you are not planning to defect, are you?"

"Brother Wang Zhen has wronged Xuan Zhao."

Sima Xuanzhao smiled bitterly and said, "Although the Sima family is one of the Eight Great Aristocratic Families, our ancestors were also retainers of the Cao family... It was only after the Immortal Dynasty was established that Emperor Meng Taizu appreciated them and bestowed upon them the title of Eight Divine Generals, which allowed them to be ranked alongside the Cao family."

He swore, "Over the years, the Sima family has always followed the Cao family's lead... Xuan Zhao swears by the Luo River that if he has any second thoughts, he will be punished by heaven and earth!"

Cao Wangzhen's expression eased slightly, and he turned to look at the two True Lords of the Yang and Li families:

"What did Lord Yang and Lord Li say?"

Upon hearing this, the two True Lords exchanged a glance and said in unison, "There's no Transformed God in our clan right now, so naturally we'll follow the four great families..."

They all thought in their hearts, "Wait a minute! We still need to lie dormant. It's not yet time for our tribe to shine across the world!"

The six True Lords plotted here for a long time without paying any attention to anyone else, causing the group of young officials in front of the palace to be angry but afraid to speak out. Yuwen Baozhan naturally sensed their strangeness, but he just smiled disdainfully and said:

"Since the last emperor, the court has promoted many children from humble backgrounds to counter the powerful families like us. If this happened in the mortal world, it would be a way to check and balance the power. However, our roots are basically not in [Shen Ding Tian]. This move is nothing more than allowing these children from humble backgrounds to slowly grow into another group of noble families."

"A bunch of people who are willing to accept titles and can't even control their cultivation realm are worthy of being compared with aristocratic families like us?" Cao Wangzhen sneered, but his eyes accidentally swept across the Crown Prince [Ying Changsu] in the arms of Princess Ningyuan. Seeing the child's bright eyes and extremely intelligent appearance, his face couldn't help but darken.

"The Shending Imperial Clan has a profound heritage, and every generation has produced outstanding individuals..."

Yuwen Baozhan also saw Ying Changsu and gritted his teeth. These words just hit his sore spot.

Although the Yuwen family has an incarnation ancestor sitting in [Xuandutian], the direct descendant with the best talent and the most potential to become a god is a fool. If it is just a competition of cultivation, it will be fine, but if that person reaches the state of becoming a god, he will definitely have absolute say in the family. It is impossible for him not to intervene in future family decisions, and no one knows where he will lead the Yuwen family.

"What a pity." Yuwen Baozhan sighed softly, thinking to himself, "If only my brother Baoge could have half the scheming and skills of Yuwen Baoding..."

Sima Xuanzhao, however, remained calm: "What's there to be afraid of? If the spiritual roots can't be detected at the age of six, and the Ningyuan Palace's prince is a mortal, then it will be a big joke."

Cao Wangzhen suddenly turned to Sima Xuanzhao and said with a smile, "I heard that the Sima family gave birth to a direct descendant a few years ago. It is said that his spiritual roots are extremely talented. The spiritual roots were tested and showed a myriad of brilliant visions, filling the room with light... It's a pity that he is an idiot. What was his name?"

"I think his name is... Sima Mingzhong? What a pity. Otherwise, he might have been the leader of the Sima family's revival."

Even though Sima Xuanzhao was extremely cunning, he couldn't help but frown and said in a low voice:

"Brother Wang Zhen, you're joking..."

"King Liquan has arrived!"

At this time, a eunuch was speaking loudly. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a tall Tibetan man in a python robe striding over, followed by two eunuchs in the Nascent Soul stage. Although this man was only in the late Golden Core stage, his aura was not inferior to the Nascent Soul cultivators behind him.

"It does have the style of an imperial clan."

Cao Wangzhen stared at Jing Yu and sneered, "What a pity..."

Jing Yu followed two eunuchs into the palace, but saw that the front of the Golden Throne Hall was already full of people. He was afraid that all the civil and military officials stationed in Yujing City had been woken up by the Immortal Emperor Shending in the middle of the night. He glanced at Zhao Yuanxi from the royal family, and calmly shifted his gaze to look at the six True Lords from the six major families.

"Greetings, Prince Liquan. You are the protagonist here today."

Liu Yan, the True Lord of the Liu Clan, bowed to Jing Yu with a half-smile and said, "Your Majesty, please come to the palace later. Your Majesty will act according to the situation. We, the ministers, will assist you..."

Jing Yu was still thinking about the meaning of the old man's words, but he saw the eyes of the True Lords of the six major families all fell on him. He frowned slightly and felt a little uncomfortable.

The way these six people looked at him was as if he were a dead person!

His expression turned cold, and he said calmly, "Why don't you gentlemen go in and see His Majesty first? Don't keep His Majesty waiting."

After saying that, he took the lead and walked into the Golden Palace.

Seeing this, the ministers of the royal family who were staying outside the hall also walked in.

When Jing Yu stepped into the Golden Palace, he found that the hall was extremely empty, with the flames of candles on both sides of the hall crackling.

The Immortal Emperor of the Divine Cauldron, Ying Wuxin, was now dressed in imperial robes and a flat crown, sitting alone on the dragon throne. His face was hidden in the shadows beneath the twelve jade beads, and only the imperial seal in his palm emitted precious light - the halo spread out layer by layer, soaking into the black jade gold bricks under the imperial steps inch by inch, illuminating the area around the dragon throne as bright as day.

Click——

The sound of the jade seal tapping on the dragon table sent ripples through the hall.

When the sound waves touched the coiled dragon pillar in the hall, the pupils of the dragon relief cast in red gold on the pillar suddenly contracted, and the dragon's whiskers all pointed towards the dragon throne.

Those ferocious reliefs were now as docile as snakes, even the rustling sound of their scales rubbing against each other was suppressed.

Ying Wuxin lowered his gaze and looked at Jing Yu who was slowly walking in, with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth.

At this time, the royal family and the court officials also walked into the hall one after another. Looking at the lonely man sitting alone on the dragon throne, they all knelt down and said:

"Kowtow to Your Majesty!"

Only Jing Yu was still standing closest to Ying Wuxin, his back straight, his eyes unfocused, as if he was already in a trance.