2: Chapter 2 Those who enter the capital, their immortal destiny is endless.

White Jade Capital in the heavens, twelve towers and five cities.

An immortal strokes my crown, binding my hair to receive longevity.

Yang Bai knew this line.

Looking at the [Samsara White Jade Capital] card in front of him, Yang Bai opened the divine domain management system and searched on the card sales website of the Divine Power Network.

"Sorry, the item you requested was not found."

Yang Bai looked at the display on the website and fell into silence.

After thinking for two seconds, Yang Bai tore open the card. Endless white divine power erupted from the card, descending into his divine domain.

A city built of white jade, radiating an ethereal immortal aura, appeared on the desert land.

Yang Bai appeared in the central square of White Jade Capital. This was the core of his divine domain and also the most important building in White Jade Capital.

"samsara heavenly tablet!"

Looking at the ten-meter-tall white jade tablet before him, Yang Bai read aloud the inscription on it. Subconsciously, he connected the divine source matter in his spiritual sea to this white jade tablet.

The next second, the samsara heavenly tablet erupted with dazzling light.

Above the Universal Continent, a white jade tablet the size of a mountain, radiating endless pressure, appeared in the sky.

Immortal mist curled, and mysterious sounds echoed in waves, as if an immortal had descended into the world.

The next second, a majestic voice of the Great Dao resounded throughout heaven and earth.

"Heavenly Dao White Jade Capital, Enterers of the Capital shall be ranked among the immortals, with endless opportunities!"

Various supreme immortal sects and divine dynasties of the Universal Continent all saw this immortal tablet and heard the voice of the Great Dao.

Such a miracle had not even been seen by the sages, Deity Transformation cultivators, or supreme Daoists of the Universal Continent.

The world was shocked!

Countless cultivators flew through the air, heading toward the white jade tablet one after another, wanting to explore that glimmer of opportunity to become an immortal.

In Fengdu City of the Yunhai Kingdom, within the Chen family residence.

A young man with star-like eyebrows and sword-like eyes sat in a wheelchair, watching the family disciples sparring with swordsmanship on the training grounds. His eyes were filled with envy.

A cold wind blew, causing the leaves in the courtyard to rustle.

"Cough, cough, cough!!!"

The young man suddenly felt a chill in his lungs and then began to cough violently.

A stream of crimson blood was coughed out of his mouth, staining his handkerchief red.

"Is it already over?"

The young man looked at the blood on the handkerchief and smiled bitterly.

The young man was named Chen Jianfeng, a cultivator of the Chen family in Fengdu Kingdom. He was born with a Geng-Gold Sword Bone, possessed innate metal-sharp sword intent, and had extremely high comprehension of the sword path.

Later, he joined an immortal cultivation sect and broke through to the sixth level of Qi Refining in five years. His natal gengjin sword even slew several demonic beasts above his level, making him a sword cultivation genius with unlimited future in the eyes of the sect and his family.

However, during a mission to hunt down evil cultivators, he was ambushed by them. Although he killed all the evil cultivators, his Geng-Gold Sword Bone was broken, leaving him paralyzed from the waist down. Moreover, cold poison entered his body, requiring him to constantly use spiritual energy to protect his internal organs.

Since that mission, the former sword genius fell from the clouds into the mud and was persuaded by the sect to return to his family.

Although Chen Jianfeng could no longer cultivate and his sword bone was broken, his insights into the sword path remained, so the family assigned him the task of guiding the family disciples in sword practice.

In his five years with the family, he had taught a few decent sword cultivators, so he still had some status in the family.

But during these five years, the cold poison was constantly eroding his internal organs, and his original strength at the sixth level of Qi Refining had regressed to the fourth level.

Chen Jianfeng understood that he could no longer hold off the cold poison. The cold poison had entered his lungs; the next step would be his heart meridians.

"Brother, why are you in this place? It's freezing cold right now, be careful not to hurt your body."

A woman wearing fine clothes walked into the training ground, saw Chen Jianfeng under the tree at a glance, and said angrily.

Chen Jianfeng hid the blood-stained handkerchief and revealed a gentle smile. "I'm just worried about these boys, so I came to take a look. The mere cold wind isn't enough to cause me harm."

"Hmph, don't you try to act tough again." Chen Honghong didn't care about that; she stepped forward, pushed his wheelchair, and started walking out. "Father went to the capital. I heard he seems to have found a spiritual medicine to treat the cold poison."

Chen Jianfeng looked at his legs, his expression becoming desolate. "Sigh, what does it matter if the cold poison is cured? At most, I'll live two more years. My half-crippled body..."

"Pah, pah, pah! You are not allowed to say that. I'm still waiting for you to teach me the 'Golden Killing Sword Art'."

Chen Honghong covered Chen Jianfeng's mouth and said huffily with puffed cheeks.

Seeing his sister so concerned about him, a trace of tenderness appeared in Chen Jianfeng's eyes, but the next second, his expression changed.

"Boom!"

"Not good, spiritual energy is going berserk! Quickly get out of the way!"

On the training ground, the spiritual energy on a sword cultivator suddenly became stronger, so strong that it was out of his control.

A huge sword aura was swung out, heading straight for Chen Honghong.

Chen Honghong was just a little girl who had just turned 13 and had not yet stepped into cultivation. Facing this terrifying sword aura, she was frightened stiff on the spot.

"gengjin sword, come!!!"

Chen Jianfeng shouted loudly. At this moment, he could no longer care about the cold poison in his body and fully activated his spiritual energy.

A golden sword hilt appeared behind him.

Chen Jianfeng shattered his wheelchair with one palm, flashed in front of Chen Honghong, and drew his natal sword.

The golden broken sword drew a semicircle in the air, slashing out a sharp sword aura that collided with the berserk sword aura.

With just a simple collision, the berserk sword aura was shattered, and the remaining sharp sword aura split the entire training platform in two, leaving a trench on the ground.

Chen Honghong sat paralyzed on the ground, looking at the back of the sword cultivator in fluttering green robes, holding a broken sword in his left hand. Her eyes were filled with shock and yearning.

Chen Jianfeng turned his head, revealing a handsome and confident smile. His lips moved slightly, but he did not utter a word; instead, he exhaled a puff of white frost.

"Cough, ah!"

A stream of blood spewed from Chen Jianfeng's mouth, and he immediately fell to the ground, the golden spiritual energy on his body gradually dissipating.

The cold poison had attacked his heart and entered his brain; there was no saving him.

He took one last look at the gengjin sword in his hand that was beginning to dissipate, and revealed a satisfied smile.

As a sword cultivator, to be able to use his most beloved sword at the end of his life to slash out a perfect sword aura and protect the person he loved most, his life was fulfilled.

Looking at Chen Honghong's tear-filled face, Chen Jianfeng slowly closed his eyes.

In his dying moments, Chen Jianfeng seemed to hear a voice of the Great Dao.

[Chen Jianfeng, are you willing to forsake samsara and welcome a life of wielding a sword to slay gods?]

"As long as I can hold a sword again, I am willing to forsake everything." Chen Jianfeng murmured.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, on the execution ground of the imperial city.

A man wearing red-bottomed gold armor stood on the execution platform. Behind him was an executioner holding a dragon-headed treasure blade.

"Zhou Yanlie, as the crown prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty and a general of the Northern Frontier region, you actually raised an army to rebel, while simultaneously violating the regulations of the Immortal Sect and practicing cultivation without authorization, causing the Great Zhou royal family to lose all face."

"Today, do you plead guilty!!!"

A man wearing dragon and python robes stood on the high platform, holding the imperial decree of the Great Zhou Dynasty and shouting sternly.

What was laughable was that on the dragon throne on that high platform, where the emperor of the Great Zhou imperial city should have been sitting, there now sat a cultivator with a feminine face, wearing black immortal robes.

The feminine immortal master crooked his finger, and an imperial concubine beside him knelt before him holding a fruit platter, offering him plump grapes.

"I won't plead guilty, damn it!"

"Zhou Ganglie, I raised an army to rebel precisely because you, this dog emperor, are extorting the people with tyranny and indulging in pleasure, making it impossible for the commoners to survive!!!"

"And also, these bird-men of the Profound Yin Sect are after our Zhou royal bloodline! Can't you use your pig-and-dog brain to think? Over these years, how many Zhou descendants have we sent to the Profound Yin Sect, and how many have returned!!!"

Looking at the dog emperor and the feminine immortal master on the platform, Zhou Yanlie cursed loudly.

"Zhou Yanlie, you say the Great Zhou Dynasty is filled with starving corpses everywhere and the commoners can't survive, but why haven't I seen it? What I see is the people living in peace and contentment, with happy and fulfilled families."

Hearing Zhou Yanlie's loud curses, that feminine immortal master frowned, flew above the execution ground, and revealed an eerie smile.

"Of course, this immortal master is also a reasonable person. If among the 100,000 onlookers here, there is one person who says you did the right thing, I will let you be the emperor of this Great Zhou, and I will absolve you of all your crimes."

Zhou Yanlie looked at him, his eyes filled with rage. "Get lost! My Great Zhou Dynasty is also part of the Immortal Martial Imperial Capital. Where do you, this hermaphrodite, get the right to judge me?"

"It is not I who judges you, but the commoners you protect who judge you." The feminine immortal master spread his arms and said loudly to everyone present: "Everyone, shout out the voice in your hearts."

As his voice fell, both below the execution ground and on the high platform fell into silence.

One minute later, an abrupt voice came from below the execution platform.

"Zhou Yanlie, you tyrannical general, it was clearly you who wanted to become king that started the war, causing countless people to be displaced. You are the biggest sinner."

"Right, I didn't expect you, this Northern Suppression General, to actually be such a hypocritical villain."

"I've been living just fine, why haven't I seen the miserable state you describe? Our family's tenant farmers even say the rent we charge is too low and all want us to raise the rent."

"I think the Zhou Emperor is an eternal sage emperor; the only stain on the Zhou royal family is you, the tyrannical general Zhou Yanlie."

Countless accusations and curses came from below the execution platform, as if the person standing on the platform was truly an eternal sinner.

Zhou Yanlie stood on the spot, listening to the commoners' accusations against him, his heart filled with sorrow.

Those were the commoners he had once spared no effort to protect with his life, and now, this group of commoners had dealt him another heavy blow.

The feminine immortal master landed in front of Zhou Yanlie and smiled mockingly.

"Let me tell you, the founding emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty was a puppet of our Profound Yin Sect. The commoners called for us, the royal family knelt and begged, and the entire dynasty was of one mind, begging us to come."

"From the very beginning, the commoners you protected and the Zhou royal family simply did not exist."

After speaking, the feminine immortal master placed his palm on Zhou Yanlie's chest, preparing to absorb Zhou Yanlie's bloodline power.

Zhou Yanlie's eyes were wide with rage, and he gritted his teeth and roared: "Tell me your name! Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you off!"

"My name is Xuan Shiqing, the grandson of the Eighth Elder of the Profound Yin Sect. Remember to come find me, oh."

Xuan Shiqing sneered.

"Today, although I die, I am still the Great Zhou Northern Suppression King!!!"

"General, receive the blade!"

Zhou Yanlie roared at the sky. The executioner with the golden blade behind him rushed forward, thrusting the tip of the blade into his back, piercing through Zhou Yanlie's heart, and then pulled the blade out.

Crimson essence blood sprayed from the wound on Zhou Yanlie's back.

Zhou Yanlie stood in place, using all his strength to squeeze his heart's essence blood out of his body.

A large amount of blood sprayed out, and Zhou Yanlie's face gradually turned deathly pale. Before he died, he seemed to hear a voice of the Great Dao.

[Zhou Yanlie, are you willing to forsake samsara and exchange it for a chance to slaughter all those in the world who have failed you?]

"I am willing."

A fine head flew up from the execution platform.