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Chapter 1054 Court Meeting

is the day.

The mist is dim.

The royal city was shrouded in haze.

Wu Rong sat cross-legged on the car and looked into the distance, and the royal city came into view.

The buildings that are scattered high and low like the veins of mountains and rivers are running like flying stars, the large and small towns and villages are moving like stars, the Great Wall that separates the long streets and villages is winding like a flying dragon, and the soldiers in green armor stand with spears in their hands, exuding a faint murderous aura.

Suddenly, he turned his gaze back.

The tortoise, snake and dragon chariots soared through the clouds and mist, and there seemed to be an invisible corridor and a long bridge to the sky under their feet, carrying people to the heavenly palace.

  call!

Break through the mist and step onto the clouds.

The ancient emperor took up the pen and splashed golden ink.

Mixed with the faint coolness of the green and cold air, myriad rays of light are wantonly splashed on this endless roll of white clouds, with rich colors and no stinginess, and powerfully penetrate through the sky to leak into the earth, interweaving with the mist of the royal city to form a boundless ocean, surging and flowing towards the high walls in the distant sky.

The Qilin flag is flying.

Wu Rong glanced far away and then looked straight ahead.

Fairy palaces are floating on the white clouds, and the jade-like buildings are all in the distance beyond the city gate.

It was only at this time that I finally felt grounded.

Listening to the sounds coming from beside me, it turned out that the turtle-snake dragon chariot had already stepped steadily on an ancient real long bridge, and several long bridges parallel to it were also welcoming different dragon chariots.

The dragon carriage pressed slightly.

All the practitioners got off the dragon carriage one after another under the guidance.

There were dozens of divine generals on both sides, each of them dressed in armor and holding sharp weapons, showing their golden bodies. There were also several heavenly officials beside them. After the handover, they used some kind of command, and the tightly closed city gate was pushed open with a "creaking" sound. The thick city gate actually slowly disappeared during the push.

The gate of the royal city was tall and wide, appearing before everyone.

"Senior, please."

Hearing the words of the messenger beside him, Wu Rong nodded slightly.

The envoy's name was Zhao Jing, and he was a minor official in the Palace of Rites.

"How come he can also ride on a dragon chariot?"

An inopportune voice came from the diagonal direction.

The person who was speaking was tall and thin, with pale skin and white hair.

When he saw that Wu Rong was also able to board the dragon chariot, he questioned in a cold voice, and his inspiration and breath broke away, transforming into an invisible but sharp weapon, which was hidden but not fired.

  Keng!

Dozens of divine generals held their weapons in their hands and looked at the person who spoke with indifference.

Wu Rong, who was about to leave, looked indifferent. He glanced at the other party, then got on the dragon chariot and sat down calmly.

Even if he had to walk there, he didn't mind. However, since it was a royal city conferment, such a formal occasion, then all treatment should be given to him as that of a Taoist monarch.

As for others, he doesn't need to explain to anyone.

"We are also great saints, and we dare not pretend to be saint kings. In reality, we are almost the same. How come he can ride on the chariot of the Taoist Lord, while we have to lag behind him?"

Another person stepped out, and he was a top Saint King.

Since ancient times, there has been no first in literature and no second in martial arts. If you don't really make a move, you can see that the aura of a person may be strong or weak, but at that level there will basically be no mistakes.

Even though the young man in the dark red robe possessed supernatural powers, he was not a true Taoist.

"Please calm down, there are examples like this."

The minor official of the Palace of Rites beside the Saint King bowed and explained, "Not to mention the distant past, there was one 1,300 years ago who entered the Taiyue Palace on a dragon chariot with a saintly state and was conferred the title of Marquis."

The Saint King of the Underworld was in deep thought, with a gleam in his eyes.

He had also heard the other side's legend.

It is said that the man was able to kill a flower in the Great Saint Realm. He was from one of the ten clans, the Celestial Clan. He was a true genius that never appears in the world. He defeated many young people a thousand years ago and should have entered the Dao Realm by now.

The petty official did not lower his voice.

Therefore, all the great saints who came to receive the title also heard his words.

The questioning atmosphere just now seemed to be melting like solid ice.

If the other party is also an invincible strong man like that, it would be understandable for him to ride on the dragon chariot and walk in front of them.

The Saint King of the Underworld asked, "Who is he?"

"This... I don't know either."

The minor official in the Palace of Rites shook his head slightly.

"He is not a cultivator from the Yintian Ten Thousand Clan. As for his true identity, we should ask fellow Taoists from the Horned Demon Clan."

Zhang Shaoyuan of the Ghost Clan hugged his shoulders and glanced over to look at the young man of the Horned Demon Clan who had once spoken up to help Wu Rong, with curiosity on his face.

Jiang Hao of the Horned Demon Clan looked stunned.

He also didn't expect that the other party would ride on the Taoist chariot.

At that time, I spoke up to help out only at the request of the ancestor.

"Do you know him, fellow Daoist?"

The Saint King of the Underworld bowed slightly.

"I...I don't know. I only met him once."

Jiang Hao of the Horned Demon Clan hurriedly shook his head. Even the geniuses of these big clans didn't know, so how could he, with his level of cultivation, possibly know the other party?

Later, that person lived in seclusion and there was no chance to talk to him.

"That's a shame."

The Saint King of the Underworld put away his kind and expressionless face and stepped onto the Great Saint Throne.

"I want to see if he is the same as the one from the Celestial Clan. That man defeated all the masters in the world. Even Ichika Do-kun died at his hands."

Zhang Shaoyuan of the ghost clan sneered and also got on the sedan chair.

Originally, he could have let it go for the sake of Daojun's face, but the other party sat on Daojun's chariot and stepped into Taiyue Palace. If he were to be conferred a title of nobility, not only would he not agree, but no one in the world would agree, as that would be considered unworthy of the position.

You should be in the position that matches your strength.

Don't look at the ups and downs of fellow Taoists and seniors. It will be more serious if you really care about it.

The great monk can be ruthless in response to the offense of others.

Others will only say, good kill.

  So how can you demonstrate your strength?

fame.

Ranking on the Holy Lord List.

……

And the most tangible achievements. These are not empty names, but very directly linked to interests.

The greater your fame, the greater the resources you will receive.

When the sects and big families see their influence in the world of cultivation, they will also take the initiative to add fuel to the fire, helping them to gain a foothold or even advance to a higher level.

This is a mutually beneficial thing.

There is no greater proof of this than defeating a monster that once resembled the one that existed thirteen hundred years ago.

Why success or failure should not be the criterion for judging a hero.

The winner has always been king since ancient times.

Not to mention that he was opposed because of Wu Rong's identity. Even if he didn't instigate, the current situation was that Wu Rong was in a difficult situation.

Wu Rong remained indifferent to everyone's comments.

If he was indeed stage-frightened in the past, now that he has the confidence, he has developed a composure, which is the benefit of strength.

He who is not criticized is a mediocre person.

In order to gain the support of the royal city, you must demonstrate your potential and strength.

Before leaving, he had persuaded his master to go up to the Taiyue Temple openly. It would be a pity if such a good and famous occasion was not used properly. However, his master, Tushanjun, was used to being low-key and unwilling to deal with people. He also said, "If someone does the face, someone has to do the inside."

The master is still the same as always, doing earth-shaking things but seeming to handle them with care.

The dragon chariot ascended to the ninth level of heaven.

The official of the Palace of Rites said: "Taiyue Palace is located in the Ninth Heaven. The entire Dongyue Mountain has a total of thirty-three layers, and each palace and hall..."

"Thirty-three levels?" Wu Rong glanced sideways in surprise.

He heard that Taoism also had thirty-three levels.

I couldn't help but ask.

The official replied, "Not to mention Taoism, even the Buddhist kingdom in the west also follows the thirty-three levels, but they are divided into different levels, so they are not well-known. Perhaps the most famous ones that you know are the six heavens of bliss in Buddhism and the sacred mountain that is connected to Mount Sumeru."

"So each family has a different path to the same destination?"

"Good regards, senior."

After some casual chatting, Wu Rong looked along the steps to the sky.

Towering golden pillars surround a long dragon, and the glazed domes of tall pavilions are covered with strange beasts, some crouching, some standing, some leaning, and some lying... The enlightened, gold-devouring, and four-sided spiritual beasts extend from the corner eaves to the distance, as if playing in the clouds.

The shadow of the flying phoenix leaps to the end of the sky, and Kunpeng raises its head and roars over the vast ocean.

It's like being in a mythical era.

Wu Rong was overwhelmed by the sight. He now began to believe in the legends about the ancient emperor Dongyue.

Anyone who can build such a heavenly palace is definitely not an ordinary person. Even the divine palace that was once glorious in ancient times would probably only look like this, which is fascinating.

Flying through the palaces.

The dragon chariot in front slowly stopped.

The palace of Taiyue Palace hangs high above the flat and vast bluestone land.

Arrived outside the temple.

You can also see the "Xianqing" lined up from the hall.

A few moments.

The chariots carrying the holy realm slowly arrived.

The Heavenly Official announced the decree.

The sound was like thunder and a huge bell, shaking the whole sky.

The minor official of the Palace of Rites bowed and said, "Senior, you can go directly to the Taiyue Palace. Someone will lead the way for you. You just need to be safe."

Having said this, the official bowed again and said, "Take care, senior."

Wu Rong bowed in return.

Embarked on this road.

There were only four people walking in front of him.

The leader looked like a young man.

An old man was approaching him.

Wu Rong recognized the other person. It was the old Taoist master from the Horned Demon Clan who had come to his rescue when he encountered the Ghost Clan that day.

You can’t call the other person “Old Taoist Master” because he is not old.

It just looks like this.

Some people don't care about their appearance, while some people have special considerations and require certain looks. Naturally, this leads to the fact that not all monks look young, nor all of them look old.

The Taoist ruler of the Horned Demon Clan smiled and nodded.

It's like saying hello.

Wu Rong bowed in return.

If Daojun had not spoken at that time, he might have had a fight with the other party.

I should really be grateful for being able to save myself so much trouble.

The main reason was that Wu Rong had just arrived and was instinctively wary of everything. Also, he still had to write files, so he just stayed indoors after saying thank you.

The celestial official who led them forward was wearing a platinum robe and a lotus crown on his head. Wu Rong could not tell the other party's level of Taoism, so it must be the effect of the precious robe.

Walk to Taiyue Palace.

Step into it.

"Your Majesty, all the great men have arrived."

The Heavenly Official bowed and carried out the order.

The King of Dongyue, who was behind the curtain, sat on the throne.

His figure seemed to be nine feet tall, but against the backdrop of the Taiyue Palace, he looked like an ordinary man. The people who entered the palace were like ants facing a giant.

Several Taoists bowed and saluted.

Wu Rong also learned to perform the salute.

King Dongyue asked, "Who is Wu Rong?"

　late.

　　(End of this chapter)