Chapter 675 - 675: Seven Supremes  

The majestic golden figure held its ground between the heavens and the earth, a beacon of powerful energy. Seated amidst the clouds, Qin Huai became a vessel for the vibrant life forces flowing from Qingzhou, his vision filled with the bustling life below.

Streams of multi-colored luminescent experience orbs coalesced into a radiant river that flowed incessantly into him, fueling a transformation of monumental proportions. He embraced this surge of power wholeheartedly, channeling the vitality and essence of Qingzhou, honing it into a force that was uniquely his.

In this transcendent state, he resembled a divine forge, with the golden figure fueling a fiery transformation that left no rough edges. Above Qingzhou, the sky echoed this sublime phenomenon, glowing with a golden hue that hinted at the presence of a deity.

Meanwhile, on solid ground, the inhabitants of the land engaged in ceaseless worship, offering their reverence day and night. The Nine Dragon Mountain had established itself as a sacred, untouchable realm, where even celestial beings hesitated to tread.

Within this hallowed mountain, a group of prodigies found refuge, their eyes fixed on the celestial bodies visible through a skylight. Their foundation, a bed of spirit stones acquired from the king bones, seemed to pulsate with the rhythms of the universe.

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Xiang Mingfeng, amidst contemplative thoughts, mused as he stared at the sky, “To enter the true emperor realm, one must not only have the bearing of an emperor, but also have a huge amount of luck. It’s rare to see an emperor in ten thousand years.”

Le Ji’an chimed in, “Senior Emperor of Qingzhou had it. I’m afraid the ancestor who guarded the imperial capital and extended the dragon clan’s life by a hundred years also had it. But they lack the latter.”

Fang Huo scratched his ears and wondered aloud if the current energy accumulating in Qingzhou would suffice to nurture an emperor. “How much luck would that require? Is Qingzhou enough now?”

“It should be enough. The phenomenon in the sky might be proof.” Agreeing with Fang Huo, Le Ji’an cited ancient dragon clan records that hinted at the signs and cosmic alignments that heralded the rise of a true emperor, a testament to the intricate connection between destiny and the celestial phenomena they were witnessing.

In deep thought, Xiang Mingfeng said, “Qingzhou isn’t the only place where people gather. There are countless people coming from the north and south of the Great River and the entire Great You. “In addition, the Alliance Master’s wife is spreading the news of him saving the state everywhere, so his reputation is increasing as time goes by. The Alliance

Master’s statues in various places are almost on par with those in the Mountain

God and River Earl Temple.”

“This power of faith is probably part of the true emperor’s destiny. If there are enough prodigies and martial arts experts, there should be so-called luck feedback.’

“Back then, when Senior Emperor of Qingzhou was around, there was a small golden age in Qingzhou.”

The trio contemplated the intertwining elements of destiny, faith, and martial prowess, forming a conjecture that a harmonious blend of these elements might trigger a cycle of favorable luck, reminiscent of the golden era witnessed during the reign of a past emperor of Qingzhou.

However, their knowledge was patchy, the history of Qingzhou having been eradicated by the Kun Peng clan in an attempt to suppress and control the narrative. Despite their concerted efforts to uncover the secrets to ascending to the emperor realm, the stringent conditions left them at a loss, only able to express their frustration and awe at the harsh journey that lay ahead.

Setting aside the grand aspirations of becoming an emperor, the group recognized the monumental challenge of gaining the reverence and worship of people from several states.

After a long discussion, they resumed their meditative cultivation, breaking only occasionally to monitor events beyond the confines of Nine Dragon Mountain. Assuming the roles of celestial guardians, they stood ready to quell any chaos on Qingzhou’s borders, although their interventions were rarely needed.

The Seven Supremes of the Heavens, with their formidable might, managed to keep most disturbances at bay, particularly those instigated by the six royal clans who seemed to harbor a grudging respect for the ruling Seven Supremes in Qingzhou.

Time seemed to warp within the mountain’s embrace, as two years swiftly passed. The tranquility was shattered when news arrived, drifting in like snowflakes, bearing tidings that sent shivers down Gou Jie’s spine.

The Seven Supremes convened, their faces reflecting horror and disbelief at the brutalities perpetrated by the Sacred Heart Sect.

“The Sacred Heart Sect is crazy! They slaughtered hundreds of cities in a few months. The civilians were all killed and turned into blood food..

This malevolent group’s cruelty surpassed even that of the six royal clans, leaving vast areas eerily devoid of life.

“The entire West Cauldron State has almost been wiped out by them.”

This unsettling news stirred waves of fear and uncertainty among the seven kings, who found themselves unable to discern the underlying motives of the Sacred Heart Sect. To them, wielding supreme power implied a duty of governance, a necessity for subjects to rule over.

The relentless slaughter initiated by the cult seemed self-defeating, potentially severing the essential connection between a ruler and his people, thus undermining the cult’s own fortune and prospects of achieving unprecedented power levels.

As they grappled with these grim revelations, Gou Jie absorbed more updates, his concern escalating with each report.

The Qingzhou Alliance may have crumbled, but the reign of the Seven Supremes had cast a shadow of fear across neighboring states. Yet, amidst the darkness, a beacon of hope persisted in Qingzhou, symbolized by the revered figure of the Nine Dragons Empress.

This beacon attracted scores of ordinary people, transforming Qingzhou into a sanctuary, a holy ground where hope flickered resiliently in the hearts of the masses.

Every day, a steady stream of people gathered and disseminated information throughout Great You, forming a network centered around Lingjiang, fostering unity and perseverance in these trying times..