Chapter 1828 - 168: The Second King Zhuanlun of the World! The Northern Dual Kings!_2

The city occupies the upper half of the mountain, as if someone had cut the mountain in half in ancient times, creating a vast flat terrain.

At the center of Celestial Palace City, there is a lake with a vast water area.

The water area of the single city alone occupies about one-fifth of Celestial Palace City’s area.

Outside Celestial Palace City, the terrain is flat, and there are no tall trees on the slope; all have been chopped down clean.

It has been like this for many years.

It’s early morning.

The dawn seems to come later in the north.

The morning mist has not yet dispersed.

Suddenly, a figure silently appeared above Celestial Palace City.

The person arriving is Jiang Ning.

He came from the Royal Capital, and now arriving above Celestial Palace City, it’s been merely a cup of tea’s time.

In the Thirty-Six Prefectures of the Great Xia, Jingzhao County’s Royal Capital is more inclined toward Great Xia’s north.

Traveling from the Royal Capital to the far north is closer than to the far south.

At this moment, Jiang Ning hangs above Celestial Palace City, looking down below, as his recent thought moves, the entire Celestial Palace City surfaces in his mind.

He has already locked onto the two strongest auras in the city.

One of these auras he is very familiar with, it is the Beicang King, who had previous contact with him in the Royal Capital.

As for the other aura that’s equally strong, it’s not too hard to guess.

"Two people together, saving some trouble!" The thought flashed in his mind.

Then, he looked outside the city.

In the four directions outside the city, there is a small hill each.

At this moment, these hills are covered with endless tents.

Dense and overwhelming, stretching to form a terrifying sight.

"No wonder it’s called the Beiman army emptying their nest!" Jiang Ning’s heart was filled with amazement.

Subsequently, his perception spread, extending in all directions.

In just a moment, the entire Beiman army was under his mind’s embrace, and he found the person he was looking for.

A bald Lama wearing a purple-red monk robe.

At this moment, this bald Lama is sitting cross-legged on a mat covered with snow wolf skin.

His stature is burly, his face fiery red, his thick eyebrows like knives, his eyes closed, a faint golden aura circulating around him.

His breathing is long and steady, and every breath seems to trigger a resonance with heaven and earth, causing the ground to shake, with wind and thunder surging between breaths.

Within this person, Jiang Ning also feels a special aura.

Vast as the abyss, far more profound than the two auras in Celestial Palace City he sensed earlier.

"Reincarnation King!" He murmured in his heart, "Endowed with the Great Snow Mountain God’s gift, possessing a divine aura!"

His heart feels somewhat heavy.

From the perception of aura, this Reincarnation King gives him a feeling no less than the Yellow Heaven Taoist he saw in Xisha County.

Making him somewhat unable to gauge or understand.

At the same time.

The bald Lama suddenly opened his eyes.

As he opened his eyes, golden light flashed in his pupils, deep within appears a spinning golden Dharma wheel shadow.

The air around him abruptly stagnates, the tent without wind, the curtain fiercely flutters for an instant.

His gaze directly towards Celestial Palace City, his eyes seemingly able to ignore the tent’s obstruction, seeing the vast sky outside.

"Strange, there’s actually nothing!" He murmured, his tone somewhat surprised.

Reflected in his pupils is the vast sky outside.

While at this moment, Jiang Ning had already disappeared above Celestial Palace City.

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Inside Celestial Palace City, deep within a mansion.

In the council hall, candlelight flickers.

The northern morning, especially atop the mountain, with mist’s obstruction, the daylight remains somewhat gray.

Two burly figures sit facing each other, with a detailed map of the Northern Land spread on a wide blue stone table between them, densely marked with the positions, numbers of barbarian tribes, and several possible raid paths.

Sitting on the left is a man about fifty years old, with a dark complexion, eyes like an eagle’s sharp gaze, a strong figure.

He wears a dark soft armor, unable to cover his body fully, revealing his rough skin beneath.

This is one of the Northern Dual Kings, Prince Zhenbei, Xu Zhen.

Sitting on the right is a middle-aged man with a stern and square face, who just returned from the Royal Capital recently, Beicang King.

At this moment, his face still holds remnants of fatigue, the pain of losing a son, like a dull knife cutting flesh, constantly tormenting his Heart Spirit these days.

"Brother Xu, who do you think Great Xia will send?" Beicang King speaks, his voice hoarse.

Prince Zhenbei Xu Zhen shook his head, his gaze never leaving the map before him: "The memorial has been sent a few days ago, according to time, the fastest response would still be two or three days away. Besides, as I see it, there aren’t many in the court who can handle this hot potato."

"Hmph!" Upon hearing, Beicang King snorted coldly, his tone laden with emotion, "If no one comes to aid, I shall abandon this city then! If they don’t care, we two definitely can’t stop that Beiman State Preceptor! But to leave, it won’t be hard!"

"You wish to abandon the city?!!" Prince Zhenbei Xu Zhen raised his eyes, looking towards Beicang King.

"Why not?" Beicang King replied coldly, "With no choice, does Brother Xu wish to be buried with Celestial Palace City?"

Upon hearing, Prince Zhenbei Xu Zhen frowned and then said, "If we both abandon the city, Celestial Palace City will surely fall, the Thirty-six Prefectures of the Nine Provinces’ gateway will be wide open, the Beiman army will drive straight in, you and I will become villains for eternity, leaving behind infamous reputations!!"

"Resisting, will it make any difference?" Beicang King opened his mouth, countering, "Brother Xu personally experienced the strength of the Beiman State Preceptor Reincarnation King, how do you compare? Now the Reincarnation King, if he wishes to break the city, can you and I stop it? We are still able to sit here because that Beiman State Preceptor doesn’t yet want to break the city! Their scheme isn’t as simple as it appears!"

Speaking of this, Beicang King gave a self-mocking laugh, letting out, "Brother Xu and I study this map night and day, it’s actually meaningless! In the face of absolute disparity in strength, all we do is futile."

Upon hearing these words, Prince Zhenbei fell into silence.

He knows what Beicang King said is the truth.

A truth he does not wish to admit.

The strength of the Beiman State Preceptor Reincarnation King, he personally experienced.

Much stronger than he anticipated.

He never thought, having reached this step, yet defeated in an instant.

If not for that Beiman State Preceptor had other schemes, he could have taken his life then.

He also understands, the efforts he pours in, in the face of such disparity in strength, are all in vain.

But having sat in the Northern Land for a lifetime, as one of the Northern Dual Kings, in his eyes, the Northern Land is his people, who regard him as a god, offering tributes.

He couldn’t bear, nor willing to finally end with eternal shame, leaving a notorious name in history.

Countless thoughts crossed his heart, while Prince Zhenbei clenched his fist, remaining silent, his face showing a mix of emotions, constantly shifting and changing.

Just then.

Beicang King suddenly lifted his head, his body instantly tensed like a bow.

Meanwhile, Xu Zhen also suddenly snapped back, abruptly got up.

Their two powerful auras at this moment are like awakened beasts, simultaneously locking onto the direction of the council hall door.

There, unnoticed, stands a figure.

The man wears a dark Jiao robe, a jade belt around the waist, with a tall and straight figure, youthful face, with an air of maturity and calm not matching his age.

He stands quietly outside the threshold, seemingly having stood there for a long time, or just recently appeared.

The mansion’s guards issued no warning, the entire residence continues to operate as usual.

Yet this figure appears silently within the perception range of the two peak first-grade powerhouses.

Staring at this figure, Beicang King’s pupils contracted suddenly.

While Prince Zhenbei’s gaze is sharp as electricity, fixes firmly on the figure at the door, veins bulging on his arms, like a poised beast ready to spring.

The man, facing their piercing gazes, calmly steps over the threshold, walking into the council hall.

Only then does Beicang King slowly open his mouth, speaking every word clearly.

"Luo—Shui—King, Jiang Ning!"

Upon hearing these five words, Prince Zhenbei’s pupils quivered.

This name, even in the Northern Land, he had heard countless times.

But only now does he finally see Jiang Ning’s true face.