544: Chapter 545 Seven Sacred Words!

Emperor of Great Qian, who had unleashed this sword strike, curled his lips in a smug smile, as if he had already foreseen the outcome of his opponent being swallowed by the Golden Dragon of Luck and reduced to ashes.

His certainty stemmed entirely from his confidence in his own strength.

Although his opponent gave him an unfathomable feeling and had not fallen behind in their previous exchanges.

However, the Golden Dragon of Luck was the convergence of a nation's Luck, and the Great Qian was the only Imperial Dynasty in the Qianyuan Domain; it was no exaggeration to call it the sky of this place!

No matter how strong an individual might be, how could they contend against the heavens?

Therefore, in his eyes, this person was already a dead man.

When that time came, he would not only be able to reclaim all the Martial Dao Luck from this person, but also press his advantage to completely control the entire Martial Dao Luck of the Qianyuan Domain.

Perhaps then, he could rely on this power to advance further, surpass the Earthly Immortals, and step into that legendary Martial Dao Ultimate Realm.

By then, his imperial power would be unshakable!

But the prerequisite for all of this was that he must win!

Emperor of Great Qian's gaze was locked onto Lu Ming, anticipating the moment his opponent was swallowed by the Golden Dragon.

However, Lu Ming, facing the terrifying pressure of the Golden Dragon of Luck directly, did not show any panic; his expression did not even change.

"Golden Dragon of Luck? Then you are in for a rough time!"

Lu Ming murmured, and then his Qi and blood surged wildly, while the solid Martial Dao Incarnation behind him gradually began to change.

First, the dark red light faded away, replaced by a brilliant golden glow.

Then, the humanoid form began to transform rapidly; the arms on both sides turned into wings and spread out, blotting out the sky.

Sharp claws like hooks appeared beneath its belly, and lightning-like brilliance flashed in its eyes.

This was clearly a Golden-Winged Roc, a mythical beast said to feed on Dragons. One thing subdues another; it was the natural nemesis of the Dragon Clan.

No matter how strong the Golden Dragon of Luck was, it could not escape the fate of being devoured by the Golden-Winged Roc.

"Screech!!!"

The Golden-Winged Roc let out a sharp cry, flapped its wings, and soared up, looking like a golden cloud pressing down over the sky of the Sacred Capital.

Every one of its feathers flowed with a metallic luster, and its hook-like claws glinted with a cold light.

Lightning-like brilliance flashed in its eyes as it looked down at the rolling, roaring Golden Dragon of Luck below.

Sensing the threat, the Golden Dragon did not wait for Emperor of Great Qian's urging, but instinctively raised its head and roared, its voice shaking the surroundings.

Its hundred-zhang-long body coiled in the Void Realm. As its scales opened and closed, golden light splashed everywhere. Its dragon whiskers fluttered, its dragon eyes were wide open, and it opened its mouth to spew a golden beam of light over a zhang thick, shooting directly at the Golden-Winged Roc.

The Golden-Winged Roc did not dodge or avoid it.

It flapped its wings, its figure suddenly rising high to avoid the direct blast of the light beam.

The golden beam missed, slamming into the wilderness outside the Imperial City, blasting out a deep pit hundreds of zhang wide. The bottom of the pit was charred like charcoal, and the soil at the edges was still slightly melting.

The Roc circled in the sky for half a turn, then dove down at extreme speed, like a golden bolt of lightning.

It extended its sharp claws, aiming straight for the Golden Dragon's throat.

The Golden Dragon seemed to sense the danger, its massive body twisting violently, narrowly avoiding the claw.

The Roc's claws grazed the Golden Dragon's scales, emitting a harsh metallic screeching sound and leaving four deep, bone-visible claw marks on the Dragon's body.

In pain, the Golden Dragon let out a heaven-shaking roar and swept its tail horizontally, carrying immense force as it smashed toward the Roc.

The Roc folded its wings and dodged to the side; the dragon tail grazed its side and smashed into the palace walls of the Imperial City.

The hundreds-of-zhang-long city wall collapsed instantly, debris flying everywhere and dust filling the sky.

The Roc used the momentum to flip over, its hook-like beak fiercely pecking at the Golden Dragon's spine.

The Golden Dragon twisted its body, trying to avoid it, but it was a step too slow.

The iron-hook-like beak pierced precisely into the Golden Dragon's spinal joint, tearing off a piece of scale along with skin and flesh.

Golden dragon blood gushed from the wound, spilling onto the earth and splashing up clouds of golden mist.

Wherever those mists passed, withered trees found spring again, wild grass grew anew, and golden flowers even bloomed on the earth.

This was both a gift from the manifestation of the nation's power and the final flash of brilliance before the passing of the nation's Luck.

The Golden Dragon was thoroughly enraged; it no longer dodged, attacking without defense, opening its hideous maw to bite fiercely at the Roc.

The Roc flapped its wings and retreated, simultaneously extending its claws to meet the Golden Dragon's maw.

Claws and fangs collided in the Void Realm, erupting with blinding golden light, the two tumbling and biting in the sky.

Dragon scales and Roc feathers scattered across the sky, and golden dragon blood intertwined with dark red Roc blood, falling like a golden-red rainstorm.

During the struggle, the Golden Dragon bit down on the Roc's right wing, while the Roc's claws seized the Golden Dragon's throat.

The two remained deadlocked in mid-air, neither willing to let go.

They fought from the east to the west, from the ground to the sky; the buildings of the Imperial City collapsed, shattered, and turned to dust in their struggle.

The entire Sacred Capital seemed to be crushed and kneaded by an invisible giant hand, repeatedly.

In the end, the Golden-Winged Roc gained the upper hand.

It exerted force with both claws, locking the Golden Dragon's neck tightly, and its beak pecked down like lightning, piercing precisely into the gap in the Golden Dragon's skull.

The Golden Dragon let out a shrill, mournful cry, its massive body convulsing violently, and the golden light began to flicker unsteadily.

The Roc, gaining the advantage, would not spare the Dragon; its sharp beak continued to peck, sinking in inch by inch.

Wisps of the power of Luck were torn out in this way, and then swallowed into its belly.

Just like that, it stripped away the Golden Dragon's vitality inch by inch.

Finally, the Golden Dragon's body stopped struggling.

Its body began to turn transparent, and those golden scales peeled off one by one, turning into countless points of light that scattered in the wind.

The Roc opened its massive beak, bit down on the Golden Dragon's throat, and swallowed the lifeless Golden Dragon of Luck into its belly, inch by inch.

Its body became brighter and more solid under the infusion of the golden light.

After swallowing the last wisp of golden light, it let out a long cry toward the sky, the sound shaking the surroundings.

Those golden eyes slowly turned toward Emperor of Great Qian below, the gaze filled with a condescending scrutiny.

At the very moment the Golden Dragon of Luck was swallowed, Emperor of Great Qian suddenly spat out a mouthful of Essence Blood and then collapsed powerlessly to one knee.

He only felt that the power within him was instantly drained away, and there was an inexplicable feeling like sand slipping through his fingers, impossible to grasp.

He knew this was the backlash, the backlash left after the nation's Luck was devoured!

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

Emperor of Great Qian was filled with disbelief.

His Golden Dragon of Luck was the Incarnation of decades of Great Qian's national Luck, the most powerful force in this world.

No matter how strong an individual was, how could they contend against the heavens?

Yet it was just swallowed like a common snake by that evil beast, without even a remnant left!

Emperor of Great Qian looked up at Lu Ming, who had shed his Martial Dao Incarnation and was slowly walking out from the Golden-Winged Roc, his voice hoarse.

"How could you..."

Before he could finish, Lu Ming had already arrived before him.

Subconsciously, Emperor of Great Qian wanted to raise the Longyuan Sword to stab at the figure before him.

However, Emperor of Great Qian was already exhausted, and the hand holding the Longyuan Sword was trembling slightly.

At the same time, the golden light on the sword was already dim and lusterless.

Clearly, this divine weapon that entrusted the Imperial Dynasty's Luck had lost all its edge after the Golden Dragon of Luck was devoured.

Lu Ming chuckled, flicked the tip of the sword aside with two fingers, and then reached out to grab the neck of Emperor of Great Qian, who had already lost all power to resist.

With a slight exertion of force, he lifted him up gently.

Emperor of Great Qian's feet left the ground, his limbs twitching slightly, but he no longer had the strength to struggle.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with anger, unwillingness, and confusion.

He opened his mouth to speak, but because his breathing was obstructed, his face turned flushed, and he could only make incoherent sounds in his throat, letting out wheezing gasps.

Lu Ming did not spare him another glance.

He raised his right hand, fingers forming a claw, and then thrust it violently into Emperor of Great Qian's chest, ripping out his heart and lungs!

"Ah!!!"

A shrill scream came from Emperor of Great Qian, yet Lu Ming remained unmoved, his right hand stirring inside.

Naturally, this was not because Lu Ming was a pervert who insisted on torturing Emperor of Great Qian to death.

In the end, he didn't actually have any deep feud of Life and Death with Emperor of Great Qian; it was just that because they both sought the same thing, he had to take action against him.

"Hehe, what is not yours will ultimately never be yours."

As he spoke, Lu Ming's blood-stained right hand seemed to touch something.

His lips curled slightly, and then with a forceful pull, he withdrew it from the blood hole.

In his palm, a heart was still beating slowly.

But strangely, as this heart not only radiated seven-colored light but also completely detached from Emperor of Great Qian's body, its form also changed.

It transformed from a heart into seven ancient bamboo slips of jade color, connected by green silk cords, nine inches long and half a finger wide, which felt cold to the touch.

At the same time, Emperor of Great Qian's body, which was still wailing in agony, shuddered violently.

As the sound stopped abruptly, the light in his eyes began to fade rapidly.

But as if catching a glimpse of the object in Lu Ming's hand from the corner of his eye, in an instant, like a final flash of vitality, Emperor of Great Qian sat up straight despite his dying state.

He grabbed the arm of Lu Ming that was holding the seven-colored ancient slips, and then stared fixedly at Lu Ming.

"This... what is this! And you... how do you know!!!"

His voice was hoarse and dry, filled with disbelief.

He actually didn't know when this ghostly thing had appeared inside his body!

Yet the person before him seemed to have known about this all along.

For a moment, Emperor of Great Qian had countless doubts in his heart and was desperate for an explanation.

"Considering you are somewhat of a pitiful person, it wouldn't hurt to tell you."

Lu Ming looked at the Sacred Word Seven Slips in his palm, then at the current miserable state of Emperor of Great Qian, his tone full of pity.

"This is the Sacred Word Seven Slips, a holy object of Immortal Dao Luck!"

"It is divided into the Scarlet Flame Heart Slip, Orange Light Heart Slip, Golden Resonance Heart Slip, Green Shade Heart Slip, Azure Nether Heart Slip, Blue Vortex Heart Slip, and Purple Ultimate Heart Slip."

"They correspond to Wealth Luck, Prosperity Luck, Official Luck, Blessing Fate, Wisdom Roots, Emotional Fate, and Heavenly Destiny."

"If placed in the hands of an ordinary Immortal Cultivator, refining it could instantly lead to the Golden Core."

At this point, Lu Ming looked with amusement at the bewildered Emperor of Great Qian.

Clearly, this guy didn't understand a word.

"Forget it, you might not understand these things, so I'll change the explanation."

"Uh, you can understand it as this object possessing the mysteries of fixing fate, assessing fate, and changing fate, which is the ability of "Law of Speech" you previously displayed!"

"Of course, in the end, this thing is actually just a Luck converter; when all seven slips are fully opened, it becomes a walking plunderer of Luck."

"Whether it is your Imperial Dynasty's national Luck or Martial Dao Luck, it will ultimately be assimilated by this object and become an appendage of the Immortal Dao!"

"What!"

Hearing this, Emperor of Great Qian shuddered violently, his eyes suddenly widening.

He didn't understand what Immortal Dao, what Golden Core, or what Cultivator meant.

But he probably still understood the meaning being conveyed.

But this... but this...

Emperor of Great Qian found it hard to accept this fact.

"Having said that, you must have realized by now that this is not something you were born with, but something someone stuffed into your body later."

"The purpose is self-evident; it was naturally for the Martial Dao Luck."

"And you still thought you were the one destined by heaven, the one favored by Luck, but in the end, you were just a Puppet."

"Ultimately, everything including the Qianyuan Domain and your own Luck will be devoured by it along with you!"

Lu Ming did not forget to twist the knife, ruthlessly delivering the final blow.

But at this point, even he fell silent.

Before seeing the Sacred Word Seven Slips, he had only thought that although True Monarch Yuji Sitian valued the Martial Dao and feared it growing too large and strong.

It was just a casual move in his spare time, not something he was very concerned about.

But having truly seen the Sacred Word Seven Slips, Lu Ming finally understood the implications.

True Monarch Yuji Sitian intended to integrate the Martial Dao into the Immortal Dao and make it his resource for advancement!

"However, perhaps fearing that the Karma here would be too great, he didn't make a final decision in the end."

"And after I appeared, he even had the intention of giving up."

Moreover, Lu Ming had a premonition that this was True Monarch Yuji Sitian's open scheme.

He probably mistook me for a pawn of some other True Monarch, so he simply borrowed my hand to complete this final step.

Anyway, after the Sacred Word Seven Slips finished devouring the Martial Dao Luck, its only purpose was to integrate it into the Immortal Dao.

Otherwise, this thing would just be a Golden Core Magic Treasure; not to mention Nascent Soul True Monarchs wouldn't look at it, even Great True Persons of Golden Core Perfection might not covet it.

Therefore, since the goal could be achieved either way, and one didn't have to bear the Karma in the process, with someone willing to take the fall, why not do it?

"No wonder there was no reaction to my arrival; he must have thought of this long ago."

But this just happened to suit his own intentions!

He thought he could shift the blame, but he didn't expect that Lu Ming had the same intention, playing along with his scheme!

"Who is plotting against whom, that is still not certain!"

And just as Lu Ming's thoughts were drifting, Emperor of Great Qian was already stunned on the spot.

He remembered the scene of his ascension to the throne, with all the civil and military officials kneeling, the people cheering, auspicious signs descending from the sky, and Dragon Qi soaring to the heavens.

He once thought he was the restorer of Great Qian, the only true Dragon of this world.

Now he understood that it was not his power, but the charity of some existence.

He was just a Puppet pushed to the forefront.

His lips twitched, revealing a mocking smile. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.

Watching Emperor of Great Qian's corpse, eyes wide with refusal to close in death, slide from his hands, Lu Ming remained expressionless.

"Tch, with only this much psychological resilience, how fragile!"

What? You say the cause of his death was that he was gutted by him, leading to death from excessive blood loss?

Ah, is that so? Then never mind!

Kicking away the eyesore corpse, Lu Ming looked up at the sky.

At the very moment Emperor of Great Qian died, the Martial Dao Luck of the entire Qianyuan Domain began to surge.

They were like giant beasts waking from slumber, pouring out from every corner of this world.

Finally, they converged into an invisible torrent, rushing toward Lu Ming!

Martial Dao Luck, at this moment, completely favored him.