353: The limit of the world! Late Mahayana!

Chapter 350: The World's Limit! Late Stage Mahayana!

The Imperial Seal suddenly broke free from Holy Fire Crown Prince's hands, tracing a mysterious trajectory in the air before landing steadily in Lu Xuan's palm.

In an instant, the Heaven and Earth spiritual energy surrounding the entire imperial palace trembled.

The suspended imperial essence blood slowly rotated within the blue spiritual light.

The moment it dripped onto the Imperial Seal's dragon-shaped knob, the entire Imperial Seal suddenly emitted a long dragon roar, and countless golden rays appeared on its body.

The essence blood seeped in with eerie speed, as if a gluttonous maw was hidden deep within the Imperial Seal.

Immediately after, a dazzling golden light burst forth from the Imperial Seal's surface.

Initially as faint as a firefly, it instantly transformed into a dazzling pillar of light soaring straight into the nine heavens.

Wherever the golden light passed, the clouds parted, revealing a brilliant star river.

The kneeling crowd was illuminated by the dazzling golden light, their hair and beards seemingly ignited.

The age spots on the faces of several elderly princes looked like rotten mold spots under the strong light.

Holy Fire Crown Prince subconsciously raised a hand to shield his eyes, but through the gaps in his fingers, he witnessed a sight he would never forget.

Nine golden dragon phantoms appeared above the Imperial Seal, devouring each other!

A ripple finally appeared in Lu Xuan's eyes, which had always been as still as an ancient well.

He was too familiar with this aura; that power transcending the world's rules was precisely the unique Dao power of an Immortal Artifact!

What flowed on the Imperial Seal's surface wasn't ornamentation at all; it was clearly the manifestation of immortal Dao Restrictions!

As the golden light gradually receded, incomplete immortal seal characters were revealed at the bottom of the Imperial Seal.

Evidently, this must be an extremely precious Cultivation Technique.

However, Lu Xuan didn't care.

It wasn't that he didn't want it, but the Cultivation Techniques of this world could not be brought back to Tianwu World.

Only points on the System panel could be brought back to Tianwu World.

Three hours passed, and the Imperial Seal in the void suddenly emitted a piercing hum.

Lu Xuan frowned slightly.

The essence blood of these less than a hundred imperial family members couldn't even fill half of the Imperial Seal's requirements.

His gaze swept over the trembling crowd; these so-called imperial Bloodlines were pitifully thin.

He wondered if it was due to excessive slaughter by successive emperors, or if the population was already dwindling.

"Immortal Master, is the essence blood... the essence blood required by the Imperial Seal still not enough!"

Holy Fire Crown Prince suddenly shrieked.

He discovered with horror that after offering a large amount of essence blood, his skin was shriveling at a visible rate.

His turbid eyes spun wildly, finally fixing on the imperial family members kneeling on the ground.

"It's all because of you... you wastes!"

To everyone's dismay, this emperor-to-be suddenly erupted.

He snatched a long saber from a nearby guard, and with a flash of the blade, over sixty imperial family members were decapitated before they could even scream.

Subsequently, all their blood seemed to be guided by some force, flowing directly towards the Imperial Seal.

Lu Xuan watched coldly, not stopping him.

Because according to his original plan, each person only needed to offer one-tenth of their essence blood.

However, fate was not kind.

Who would have thought that the imperial family of Holy Fire Dynasty would be so scarce?

This meant that someone had to sacrifice their life to meet the Imperial Seal's required amount of essence blood.

Since this Crown Prince was willing to be the executioner, Lu Xuan saved a lot of effort.

When only thirty-some imperial family members remained, the Imperial Seal in the void finally emitted a satisfied clear chime.

The Crown Prince collapsed in a pool of blood, a crazed smile on his face.

He completely failed to notice that his hair had turned entirely gray and his face was covered in wrinkles.

Although he saved his life through this massacre,

he also lost at least thirty years of his lifespan due to the heavy loss of essence blood.

Lu Xuan raised his hand to collect the Imperial Seal, merely glancing at Holy Fire Crown Prince.

This Crown Prince was quite ruthless...

Not long after, a brilliant azure rainbow light shot out from the palace ruins.

It streaked across the sky like a meteor, hurtling towards the southwest.

Wherever the blue light passed, clouds dispersed, leaving behind a lingering spiritual energy trail in the twilight.

Holy Fire Crown Prince, along with a group of still-shaken court officials, all slumped onto the palace ruins.

Around Holy Fire Crown Prince, the surviving imperial family members lay scattered.

Less than half a day after Lu Xuan's departure, the sky above the imperial city suddenly changed color.

The originally clear sky was instantly swallowed by crimson fire clouds.

Spiritual energy within a hundred-mile radius wildly rioted, and even the magma deep within the earth veins began to churn uneasily.

Boom!!!

A crimson pillar of fire, dozens of feet in diameter, descended from the sky, completely leveling the remaining palace complex.

Amidst the raging flames, an old man clad in a crimson flame Daoist robe stepped out from the fire.

With every step he took, a golden crow-shaped fire lotus bloomed beneath his feet, scorching and distorting the void.

Flameflow Valley Master's red hair bristled with rage, and the innate true fire mark on his brow pulsed with terrifying light.

When he opened his eyes, which were as dazzling as a blazing sun, the shattered walls and ruins of the entire imperial city began to spontaneously combust.

The bricks and stones stained with imperial blood even directly vaporized.

"Who is it?"

A furious roar shattered the clouds within a hundred miles, and where the sound wave passed, blood burst from the ears of all survivors.

Flameflow Valley Master flicked his sleeve, and several crimson objects rapidly shot out from within the palace.

The crimson objects instantly condensed into a mirror in the air, vaguely reflecting Lu Xuan's departing back.

This was precisely the most secret method Liuyan Valley had placed in the palace, the Shadow Mirror.

It could be used to monitor every emperor of the Holy Fire Dynasty!

"Good! Very good!"

The Valley Master laughed in extreme anger, the flames around him suddenly turning from crimson to azure. "When this Valley Master finds you!"

He violently crushed the blood mirror, and the splashing blood beads instantly transformed into thousands of fiery crows.

"I will surely make you, junior, wail in the Blazing Heaven Purgatory forever!"

Flameflow Valley Master's eyes blazed with crimson fire. He suddenly recalled the strange Imperial Seal that devoured essence blood in the Shadow Mirror.

The golden light emanating from the Imperial Seal's surface indicated it was undoubtedly a rare spiritual treasure.

"You! Come here!"

The Valley Master suddenly roared, shooting a chain of fire from his sleeve that directly dragged the slumped Holy Fire Crown Prince into the air.

Where the fire chain wrapped, the Crown Prince's dragon robe instantly carbonized, revealing the blood-crusted skin beneath.

"Valley... Valley Master, spare me!"

Holy Fire Crown Prince trembled and groveled like a dying dog, a hoarse wail squeezed from his throat.

.........

Half a year later, in the Dragonhowl Dynasty of the Northern Region.

The entire imperial city was enveloped by a powerful Restriction, preventing even external spiritual energy from penetrating.

Inside the Golden Throne Hall, the Emperor of Dragonhowl Dynasty groveled like an ant.

His forehead pressed against the cold golden bricks, his breathing even seemed to stop.

Ten terrifying auras intertwined in the void, each leaked wisp of pressure capable of causing subtle cracks in the hall's space.

The spirit-avoiding pearls embedded in the pillars continuously burst, turning into sparkling powder that drifted down.

"Deng Cangri!"

"That person is from your Azurewave Heaven Prefecture Sect, you must compensate us for our losses!"

A furious roar shattered the Nine-Dragon Golden Throne.

The speaker was an old man clad in a star-shrouded Daoist robe; the seven-star mark on his brow pulsed with terrifying light.

The Azurewave Heaven Prefecture Sect Master, who was called out, had a gloomy expression, his hand in his sleeve already clenched into a fist: "Old Ghost Mo Dao, what do you mean by that?"

"That person, I don't know where he got his perfected Nascent Soul cultivation, and he already betrayed the sect and fled long ago."

"Everything he did has nothing to do with my Canglan Heavenly Mansion Sect."

Thirty-six water dragon phantoms suddenly appeared around him, each exuding the terrifying aura of the Nascent Soul Realm.

"Enough!"

The red-haired old man sitting in the center suddenly opened his eyes; a miniature blazing sun floated above his head, indicating he was one of the three perfected Nascent Soul powerhouses.

"The matter of the Holy Fire Dynasty half a year ago hasn't been resolved, and now the other seven Imperial Seals have been stolen..."

As he spoke, he suddenly crushed a recording stone, and the image showed Lu Xuan holding the Imperial Seal.

"Now, only the Dragonhowl Dynasty's Imperial Seal remains, he will definitely appear again!"

No sooner had Flameflow Valley Master's words fallen than the temperature in the entire Golden Throne Hall abruptly soared.

The Dragonhowl Imperial Seal, suspended at the intersection of the ten terrifying auras, suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light, like a miniature blazing sun exploding within the hall.

Within the golden radiance, the faint immortal Dao patterns flowing on the Imperial Seal's body were vaguely visible, an extraordinary spiritual light operating autonomously.

This golden light seemed to ignite the flames of greed in everyone's hearts; the pupils of the ten sect masters instantly constricted, and their eyes glowed with fervent desire.

Their powerful spiritual energy began to surge uncontrollably.

Thirty-six water dragon phantoms bared their fangs and claws behind the Azurewave Heaven Prefecture Sect Master.

The seven-star mark on the star-shrouded Daoist robe old man's brow pulsed with terrifying light.

The entire hall's space hummed under the immense pressure, groaning under the strain.

The Supreme Dragon Holy Sect Master stared intently at the Imperial Seal, his fingernails almost digging into his palms.

The supreme treasure that should have been his, now became bait in everyone's eyes.

Watching the nine powerful individuals eyeing him covetously, an endless surge of resentment welled up in his heart.

These people spoke of joint protection, but in reality, each harbored ulterior motives.

Half a year ago, these wastes couldn't even guard their own Imperial Seals.

Now, they were trying to use his territory to reclaim the Imperial Seals they had lost.

Hmph!

The Supreme Dragon Holy Sect Master coldly snorted in his heart, quietly forming a defensive barrier around himself.

It had already spread throughout the entire cultivation world that the Imperial Seals of the Ten Secular Dynasties were by no means ordinary spiritual treasures.

The power they contained surpassed Heaven-grade, and might even be related to ancient Immortal Artifacts.

If it weren't for the troublesome strength of these nine old devils, with his perfected Nascent Soul cultivation, he would have long since taken the Imperial Seal and fled.

Why would he still be here dealing with this group of wastes?

The atmosphere in the hall was tense, everyone secretly on guard, yet maintaining a delicate balance on the surface.

They were all waiting, waiting for the mysterious Lu Xuan to appear again.

"Speaking of which, that Lu Xuan has been missing for two months."

The star-shrouded Daoist robe old man stroked his long beard, the seven-star mark on his brow continuously swirling, his tone carrying a hint of doubt.

"He wouldn't have given up on this Imperial Seal, would he?"

Before his words finished, the temperature in the hall abruptly dropped.

The expressions of the other eight instantly turned grim, their anxiety almost solidifying in their eyes.

This was precisely what they feared most.

Intelligence from the Liuyan Valley indicated that after Lu Xuan obtained the Imperial Seal in the Holy Fire Dynasty,

he continued to seize seven more Imperial Seals within a short two months.

However, he then vanished from the vast cultivation world, as if he had evaporated into thin air.

If it were truly as just stated, that Lu Xuan had taken the nine Imperial Seals and hidden in some Secret Realm to cultivate in seclusion,

they would not only have wasted their efforts, but once his strength advanced further, they might not even have a chance for revenge.

The Supreme Dragon Holy Sect Master tightened his grip on the jade token at his waist, his fingernails digging deep into the dragon pattern.

He looked at the Imperial Seal suspended in the hall, suddenly finding the flowing golden light irritating to his eyes.

If Lu Xuan were to disappear without a trace, these nine old devils, who were lingering in the imperial city under the guise of "guarding," would likely set their sights on this last remaining Imperial Seal.

In the deathly silent Golden Throne Hall, a wisp of frosty white mist had unknowingly permeated the air.

This chill was not like ordinary frost; it could even penetrate the protective spiritual energy of Nascent Soul Cultivators, causing all ten individuals present to shiver involuntarily.

Before anyone could react, the glazed tiles on the dome suddenly developed spiderweb-like cracks.

The incredibly sturdy spiritual crystal bricks were crushed as if by an invisible force, turning into fine powder that drifted down.

Dazzling sunlight, mixed with bone-chilling spiritual energy, poured down, casting intersecting shadows on the golden brick floor.

"What!!!!"

Azurewave Heaven Prefecture Sect Master cried out in alarm, the thirty-six water dragon phantoms he had just conjured instantly exploding into a sky full of water splashes behind him.

The remaining nine sect masters abruptly looked up.

They saw clouds surging high in the sky, and the blazing sun was dyed a spectacularly deep blue.

A figure slowly descended, treading through the void, his dark robe fluttering without wind, the ethereal blue spiritual energy swirling around him turning the clouds into a watery vortex.

It was Lu Xuan, who had been missing for two months!

He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the people in the hall.

As if seeing through their greed and fear, a faint, cold smile played on the corner of his lips.

"Hand over the Imperial Seal, and you may keep your lives!"

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (Second Life)

Realm: Mahayana (Late Stage)

Cultivation Technique: Canghai Bibo Technique 20/9

Points: 10.9 million

After continuously seizing the Imperial Seals of eight dynasties, Lu Xuan did not choose to continue seizing the remaining Dragonhowl Dynasty's Imperial Seal.

And the Imperial Seal of the Swallowing Sun Dynasty.

Because these people had already reacted, Lu Xuan, for safety's sake,

could only first refine the eight Imperial Seals to raise his Realm.

And pushing the "Canghai Bibo Technique" from the 10th layer to the 20th layer cost a staggering 150 million System points.

His original perfected Nascent Soul Realm also broke through to an unprecedented limit in this world.

Late Stage Mahayana!

Now, Lu Xuan's power had far surpassed the limits of this world.

If Lu Xuan hadn't constantly suppressed the power fluctuations on his body, he would have been expelled by the will of this world long ago.

The power Lu Xuan was currently displaying was merely at the Spirit Transformation stage.

A pressure like the collapse of heaven and earth, carrying extraordinary spiritual energy, seeped into the bones of everyone below.

Making it difficult for these ten perfected Nascent Soul powerhouses to even breathe.

"This... this is impossible!"

Flameflow Valley Master's roar, filled with shock and anger, carried unconcealed fear.

Four words simultaneously appeared in everyone's minds!

Spirit Transformation Ancestor!

Only an ancestor who had stepped into the Spirit Transformation Realm could possess such overwhelming power!

The Supreme Dragon Holy Sect Master's pupils constricted. He finally understood.

Why Lu Xuan's whereabouts had been untraceable for the past two months; it turned out the other party had used the Imperial Seal to break through to the Spirit Transformation Realm in one go.