Imperial henchmen? Never been struck by the sword of the Six Doors (a secret police agency).

This little trick seems very simple, as simple as the King of Wu leading an army of 100,000 to fight against 3,000 cavalry.

But in reality, this method is extremely dangerous.

Only for beings at the Martial Venerable level or above can this be considered a minor tactic.

The source maintains the five internal organs, and the requirements for the user's control are extremely stringent.

This is a terrifying ability to forcibly protect and fix the internal organs.

If Guanshan Wanghai were to use this method, the more likely outcome would be that after being struck, his internal energy would become chaotic, directly causing serious damage to his internal organs.

The kind of thing that would make even the enemy suspicious, wondering if it was a trap.

Ordinary martial artists think about how to better strike their enemies. It's not that the Xuanyuan clan is stupid, but that this human emperor is also arrogant.

He was only thinking about how to better use Taoist techniques to strike the warlord, and he was never afraid.

Prince An was ruthless not only to his enemies, but also to himself.

Yayu watched Li Junsu's move with admiration in her eyes.

"continue."

Yayu chuckled softly, and her figure vanished abruptly.

In the next instant, Yayu's figure vanished into the world.

Seeing this, Li Junsu began to fully circulate his death energy.

Death energy is the only source of power he can utilize, and because of his Dao body, his connection with death energy is inseparable.

Even the Celestial God Realm could not suppress it.

Meanwhile, outside the domain, Tian Geng's starlight pounded against the barrier again and again.

This is the wrath of the stars.

Meanwhile, King An in the realm began to activate the mountains and seas.

Although the mountains and seas are suppressed by the domain, what Li Junsu wants is to break through the domain's suppression.

Yayu intended to temper him, but Zhurong and Gonggong had no intention of doing so.

Once you clash with them, it's a fight to the death.

If you can't break through the limitations of the domain, what's the point of fighting?

Prince An pondered this and began to make plans.

The next instant, a powerful pressure emanated from the Celestial Realm above.

Then came the sounds of celestial music and drums.

"God."

A cheerful voice echoed from the sky.

"Hey...really?"

Bai Xingling stared blankly at the sky.

At this moment, in the sky, the earth's veins began to converge, transforming into the magnificent and imposing Heavenly Palace.

Outside the main hall, all sorts of auspicious and sacred beasts gathered together.

Auspicious beasts roar, earth veins ripple, and the might of the gods pacifies the Northern Darkness.

The golden earth veins transformed into clouds, all surging into the phantom images of auspicious beasts, making these sacred beasts seem to come alive.

The Four Symbols, Phoenix, Qilin, Bai Ze, Di Ting, Xie Zhi... one sacred beast after another represents one true meaning after another.

These sacred beasts also transformed into golden clouds in the next instant.

The clouds gathered and converged on a figure within the Celestial Realm.

The phantom of the Heavenly Palace still stands in the sky, its length reaching tens of millions of feet and its width millions of feet.

Even a powerful figure like Mao Du couldn't help but marvel at the dynasty's strength when he witnessed its power.

He knew that Yayu had been poisoned.

Although powerful, in terms of prestige, it is far inferior to the likes of the Human Emperor and the Candle Dragon Emperor.

"Plow God, Golden God of Yudu, you must be strong enough."

Mao Du watched this scene and muttered to himself.

If the plow wasn't strong enough, the Western Regions would have been crushed by the imperial dynasty in one blow.

What's most alarming is that the Heavenly God Palace did not dissipate; it stood quietly in the sky, constantly absorbing spiritual energy, which then flowed like a surging river, continuously empowering the Heavenly God Realm.

Within the domain, Yayu was surrounded by pale golden earth vein energy.

"May all good fortune vanquish evil."

He appeared above Prince An and slammed his fist down.

Li Junsu sensed the myriad true meanings above and gained a new understanding of the absurdity of the Supreme Being.

Yayu's understanding of the myriad auspicious or sacred beasts is not a superficial or shallow knowledge, but a deep and intimate familiarity.

"four seasons."

Prince An's thoughts flashed by in an instant, and he had his own idea.

It is impossible to break through the suppression by brute force.

He wanted to achieve a more magnificent state of mind, freeing himself from the influence of the realm.

Li Junsu discovered that his Dao body was just like himself.

There is an amazing talent: the ability to apply knowledge to new situations.

He had just used death energy to protect his internal organs when his Dao body, Ruyuan, began to use death energy to protect his consciousness and physical bones on its own.

Once he breaks through the boundary with his intent, his Dao Body, as deep as an abyss, can engrave that intent into his body.

At that time, he will be free from the influence of the domain.

If the Emperor of War knew this, he would have to give it a thumbs up.

Can this be called the Dao Body?

Jun Su is even more outrageous than the innate spirit.

At this moment, Prince An gripped the hilt of Zhao Han's sword and took a deep breath.

Then, all the innate spirits of the five elements within the Sea of ​​Oblivion were activated.

The death energy transformed into the stagnant seawater, which began to empower the innate spirit at an astonishing speed.

The true meaning of the four seasons then arrives, and on the cold blade, the sun, moon, and stars burst forth with pure golden luster.

The four seasons cycle and flow, with autumn falling and winter resting, and spring bringing forth and summer flourishing.

With a single stroke of his sword, Prince An encapsulated the events that had unfolded along his personal journey.

Born of a concubine, his birth began in autumn.

They annihilated foreign lands and hid away during the winter.

Sheng Chunsheng was the Marquis of Wu'an.

When the Xia dynasty reached its zenith, King An established order in the land.

This time, the earth veins that were originally gathered at the Heavenly God Temple turned around and surged towards Prince An.

The earth veins that were originally protecting the Celestial Realm also broke away and rushed towards King An.

The changing seasons and diverse life scenes, once depicted, were transformed into a dazzling gold after the earth's veins were added.

Li Junsu slashed out with his sword, directly colliding with Ya Yu's fist.

Behind Prince An lies the path he has traversed, transforming the Six Doors from a place of oppression to one of absolute authority, and bringing peace and tranquility to foreign lands through his arduous journey.

It is also the great path by which the dynasty rose from weakness to overwhelming power.

The Yayu above, and the various auspicious and sacred beasts behind him, were actually overwhelmed by such killing intent.

It's not that these truths aren't powerful enough, nor that they aren't profound enough.

On the contrary, they are complex, profound, and mystical enough.

But... it lacks purity.

What Prince An wanted was to deliver the purest, most decisive strike.

The Heavenly God is indeed majestic, but Prince An is no less so.

The two artistic conceptions collided directly, and the golden storm caused ripples to spread across the realm.

Both Zhulong and Nuwa were intently watching the battlefield.

It's outrageous enough that Jun Su could go through such a round with Ya Yu.

Even if Yayu held back, he is still the Supreme Being.

This punch could kill Erfu instantly.

But this time, Prince An was not as disheveled as before.

He was only knocked back a few steps.

Yayu also took two steps back.

"Not bad, very good."

Yayu laughed loudly, her eyes filled with admiration.

With pure concentration, Prince An barely managed to withstand the punch.

Artistic conception arises from one's own intention, communicating with heaven and earth, resonating with heaven and earth, and resonating with one's own origin and martial arts.

King An has done good for heaven and earth and is blessed by the earth's veins. The Sea of ​​Death nurtures his innate spirit and is blessed by it. He also resonates with the true meaning of life and the four seasons.

This strike was the pinnacle in every aspect.

Although the myriad auspicious beasts were powerful, they were indeed somewhat inferior in the face of this strike.

Although Yayu held back, in terms of artistic conception, he was indeed a bit lacking in that one strike.

"It seems you have a way to break the suppression?"

"Then we need to be careful."

Yayu looked at Prince An, laughed loudly, and stretched out her hand.

"Is this a god?"

Bai Xingling looked at Ya Yu, who was laughing loudly, and made a sarcastic remark.

"No matter how strong they are, they are still martial artists. When they encounter an evenly matched nemesis or a junior with amazing talent who is worthy of their trust, they will always be happy."

Zhulong looked at the battlefield, but he wasn't surprised at all.

So-called honorific titles are nothing more than a facade of respect from outsiders.

She was also known as the Goddess of Zhongshan, but who would have thought that she loved reading vulgar stories?

She not only reads it herself, but has also started writing it herself.

The Queen Mother of the West is also known as the spirit of Kunlun Mountain. Just hearing that makes her seem like an otherworldly being, who would have thought that she is not only gluttonous but also possessive of her food?

On the battlefield, the primordial energy of heaven and earth, formed from the convergence of all spirits, swirled towards them.

As Yayu gripped the hilt of her sword, her gentle, jade-like demeanor instantly transformed into an awe-inspiring majesty that made people dare not look directly at her.

"Come on, let me see how you plan to break through the suppression."

After saying this, Yayu slowly flew into the air.

On the longsword, golden patterns burst forth with dazzling light.

The gods began to resonate, and the spiritual energy... transformed into rain and fell.

The once desolate and cold desert has suddenly burst forth with vitality at an astonishing speed.

Flowers and grasses grow in abundance, trees sway in the breeze, a gentle breeze blows, and the warm sun shines.

The spiritual energy rained down on Bai Xingling and the three sect leaders, making them feel their own origins gradually becoming more profound.

The three Buddhist patriarchs, who arrived late, stretched out their hands and were dumbfounded.

"Is this a rain of spiritual energy?"

The vajra absorbed the spiritual energy, its eyes gleaming.

"Is...right?"

The Heavenly Dragon Staff reached out and replied somewhat hesitantly.

"Uh!"

The next instant, the Heavenly Dragon Staff felt a severe blow to its abdomen.

"It's all your fault, you slept like a log."

Zhi Chun withdrew his hand and rolled his eyes.

They had told Prince An that they would come together.

As for why we were late, the reason is quite simple.

They went to bed late.

To be precise, the vajra has awakened.

Afterwards, she went to the courtyard of the Heavenly Dragon Staff and saw the Pure Relic and the Heavenly Dragon Staff sleeping together.

They were already staying at Prince An's residence. The night before, the Pure Relic and the Heavenly Dragon Staff enjoyed the delicious food prepared by Bai Xingling and drank some fine wine.

Then I fell into a deep sleep.

It took a lot of effort for Vajra to wake them up.

Why did you hit me? Weren't you drunk too?

"I am not a traitor to Buddhism."

"You die!"

"Soaring Palm!"

"I was wrong! Ah~"

Seeing the Heavenly Dragon Staff suddenly become enraged, unleashing a palm strike that sent the Pure Relic flying, Vajra Pestle shook his head and rubbed his forehead.

Why did she bring these two idiots with her?

"I should have known I was coming."

The vajra thought to itself.

The Vajra ignored the two idiots and instead looked seriously at the battlefield.

At this moment, the Heavenly Palace has slowly solidified and is gradually shrinking.

The oppressive aura of the Heavenly Palace actually grew stronger as it shrank.

Yayu looked down at Prince An and pointed her sword at him.

The Celestial Realm has come to life completely, with soldiers emerging on the ground and priests coalescing in the sky.

The singers and dancers began to dance and play music, and the originally grand and magnificent music suddenly changed.

The majestic and uplifting war music echoed through the heavens and earth, and Li Junsu could feel that his Mountain and Sea realm was being completely suppressed.

"God."

Yayu raised her sword, then released it.

The sword slowly flew into the sky, and the phantom of the Heavenly Palace directly poured into the sword.

The image of the Heavenly Palace is engraved on the sword, with Yayu pointing his fingers as a sword and raising it upwards.

After the longsword spun once, it pointed directly at Prince An.

The looming, oppressive aura of the Heavenly Palace infuriated Bai Xingling.

This is not a joke.

Not to mention Fengdu City, even the current Queen Mother of the West, when she is controlling the shadow of Kunlun Mountain, cannot withstand this sword strike.

This is the Heavenly Palace. Yayu used a pure yet powerful sword strike to force Prince An to unleash his full potential.

"Jun Su, you're very competitive."

On the other side, the boundless clouds murmured softly.

After being overwhelmed by Yayu for a period of time, Li Junsu was able to instantly shift his focus to the martial arts of intent and try to break the deadlock, which Yun Wuji greatly admired.

In the midst of the battlefield, Yayu looked at Prince An and lowered her fingertip.

The longsword flew directly towards Prince An.

In mid-air, where the long sword flew, the golden phantom of the Heavenly Palace appeared.

Magnificent, yet grand.

On the other side, Li Junsu sheathed Zhao Han's sword this time.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Driven by Prince An, Xuan Yuan began to absorb the earth's veins.

Then, another phantom appeared behind Prince An.

This time, it is vague, existing only in the records of the history books, the golden age of the Sui Dynasty.

What follows is the true meaning of autumn's peak.

Autumn is the height of prosperity, and decline is the beginning of prosperity, just like the Sui Dynasty.

The Sui Dynasty rose to power through usurpation, but Emperor Wen was far more capable than the Sima clan.

The Yuwen clan became even more unpopular.

The Sui Dynasty had just been established and was not yet on the verge of collapse, but it also lacked the vibrant vitality of the Xia Dynasty.

Outside the battlefield, Vajra saw this and immediately understood Prince An's intention.

A look of amazement flashed in her eyes, and then... the ancestral weapon closed its eyes.

Her Buddhist essence passed through the barriers of Zhulong and Nuwa without any hindrance, as well as the suppression of the Heavenly God Realm, and surged into An Wang's body.

The vajra, being an ancestral weapon forged by Maitreya, received much guidance from him.

To outsiders, the realm seems mysterious and extraordinary, but for Vajra, crossing the so-called realm is as easy as playing a game.

With the Vajra, the essence of the Shaolin ancestral weapon, a product of the Sui Dynasty and the most powerful force in the world at that time, emerged.

The phantom image of the Great Sui Dynasty behind Prince An became incredibly solid.

This is no longer a castle in the air; it makes the artistic conception more concrete.

What follows is winter hibernation.

Emperor Guang levied exorbitant taxes, opened canals, mobilized large armies, and embarked on massive construction projects.

The people of the land were suffering terribly, and rebellious kings and feudal lords rose up one after another.

In this chaotic world, Chun Sheng emerged.

The boy who saved the emperor at Yanmen Pass at the age of sixteen appears, and the twenty-three-year-old General Tian Ce pacifies the world in three years, bringing order to the chaotic world.

Although the chances of survival have been secured, the crisis has not yet dissipated due to the alliance made along the Wei River.

Spring is the time when seeds begin to sprout.

Spring brings forth life, summer brings prosperity.

A golden age, completely opposite to the one at the founding of the Sui Dynasty, has arrived.

When powerful families are content with their lot, the martial world is at peace, and all nations come to pay tribute.

This is the rise and fall of a dynasty, and also the rise and fall of the world.

Rise and fall are the natural order of things, the way of heaven and earth.

Prince An's goal is to use the rise and fall of heaven and earth as a killing move to directly break through the domain, rather than simply breaking through suppression.

A murderous intent emanated from him, a mixture of divine might and earthly mercy.

The deathly energy of heaven and earth converged here.

Prince An opened his eyes, his gaze filled with the indifference befitting a Dao Lord.