Chapter 559 - 368: The Legendary Land Immortal! I Will End Everything! (Part 2)

Chapter 559: Chapter 368: The Legendary Land Immortal! I Will End Everything! (Part 2)

He slowly stepped forward, each step sending a circle of golden ripples across the ground: "Mr. Wang......"

The voice was soft, yet it made King Shangwu shudder all over: "Do you truly believe that the one on that dragon throne... is still my father?"

King Shangwu’s pupils contracted fiercely, his aged face twisted with anger.

He clenched his fists tightly, the joints making unbearable cracking sounds.

He simply could not understand; King Shangwu truly could not comprehend the meaning behind the Crown Prince’s words!

"Absurd! Utterly absurd!"

King Shangwu’s voice was hoarse and terrifying, as if squeezed from the depths of his chest: "Your father is just... just old!"

"It’s the hidden injuries from his conquests in his youth, and now it’s simply a backlash!"

As he spoke, tears welled up in his cloudy eyes.

That once-mighty elder brother, in his heart, was always the supreme existence: "Back then, beyond the Northern Territory gate, he alone fought the eighteen Grandmasters of Beimang!"

"During the rebellion of the five Western countries, he single-handedly intimidated the enemy chiefs!"

"These injuries... these injuries were all for the kingdom of Wenjing!"

Suddenly, King Shangwu exploded with fury, golden Gang Qi erupting around him like a volcano.

He glared at Lu Xuan, his eyes filled with pain and disappointment: "And you... you, as his son, the Crown Prince of the Wenjing Dynasty, actually choose to believe the slander of outsiders!"

"Is it because you see your father as old that you can’t wait to sit on that throne?"

The last sentence was almost shouted, the sound waves causing the surrounding imperial guards to shiver.

King Shangwu trembled all over, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

In his heart, the Crown Prince had now become a rebellious figure, intoxicated by power...

Lu Xuan said no more, only gently waved his robe.

In an instant, the heavens and earth changed colors, the winds and clouds rolled back!

"Roar—"

A dazzling golden dragon shadow roared out from his sleeve, transforming into a chain engraved with profound mysteries in the void.

Where the golden chain passed, the space twisted, emitting the sound of unbearable pressure.

"This is......"

King Shangwu’s pupils constricted suddenly, his hair standing on end, he had never felt such terrifying pressure.

The golden chain seemed to carry the will of the entire world, leaving no room for resistance!

"Break for me!"

King Shangwu roared, his hair standing on end.

His life’s cultivation erupted, hundreds of golden dragon shadows soared from his acupoints.

Each golden dragon shadow was condensed from the essence of his Gang Qi refined over a lifetime!

However—

"Hiss...."

The golden chain lightly swayed, and those seemingly fierce golden dragon shadows shattered like bubbles.

King Shangwu’s proud martial prowess was simply no match for this chain!

"No...... impossible!" His face turned pale, muttering as he staggered backward.

King Shangwu watched as the chain passed through all of his defenses unopposed, finally... gently coiling around his wrist.

No pain, no harm, only an immense will like a starry sea flooded into his mind.

In an instant, King Shangwu felt the true might contained within the golden chain!

That was not the power humans should possess; it was power from the vast heavens and earth.

"Crown Prince, you are....."

"How could this be!"

In an instant, King Shangwu’s body trembled violently!

The moment the golden chain coiled around his wrist, a vast will like a starry sea rushed directly into his consciousness.

That was not the power a human Martial Artist could wield.

No explosive Gang Qi attacks, no flowing Gang Qi, but rather... a rhythm as profound as the Heavenly Dao!

"Is this..... the legendary power beyond mortal comprehension?"

King Shangwu’s aged face became extremely shocked and complex!

He could clearly feel that the power contained within the chain completely transcended the realm of martial prowess, as if constantly elucidating the ultimate truths of the heavens and earth.

"Crown Prince... you......"

King Shangwu’s voice trembled as he stared fixedly at Lu Xuan with his turbid eyes.

At this moment, the Crown Prince’s entire body was enveloped in a faint golden glow, with a dragon-shaped pattern vaguely appearing between his brows.

That was not a feature any mere mortal should possess!

An absurd yet sole plausible conjecture instantly surfaced in King Shangwu’s mind: "Land..... Immortal!!!!"

The moment these four words were spoken, even he couldn’t help but shiver.

This was a legendary realm only mentioned in ancient scriptures!

Since the founding of the Wenjing Dynasty, no one had truly reached the pinnacle of martial arts!

King Shangwu uncontrollably knelt on the ground, his aging body trembling unceasingly.

As he gazed at Lu Xuan shrouded in golden radiance before him, his eyes were filled with indescribable shock and complexity.

"Extraordinary beyond the mundane... comprehending heaven and earth..."

King Shangwu murmured to himself, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

The descriptions he had once seen only in ancient texts were now vividly before him.

Moreover, this person was his own nephew, the future emperor of the Wenjing Dynasty.

King Shangwu suddenly recalled his royal brother, the once high-spirited Emperor Zhenwu.

Countless nights, the two brothers would converse by candlelight in the Imperial Study, discussing the fragmented ancient texts and imagining the realm of the Land Immortal.

"With the creation of heaven and earth... molds the meridians of the flesh..." King Shangwu looked obsessively at Lu Xuan, his withered fingers deeply digging into the gaps between the golden bricks.

For years, he had watched his royal brother transform from hopeful to gradually despairing.

The emperor who had once stood proud among all, finally bowed his proud head before the passage of time.

"The one who transforms... is the Land Immortal..."

Tears rolled down his wrinkled cheeks, and King Shangwu suddenly let out a bitter laugh.

How ironic!

The realm the brothers had pursued their whole lives but never reached was now realized in Lu Xuan, their junior.

"Royal Brother... have you seen...?" He looked up in the direction of Jinluan Hall, his voice choked with emotion.

Peng Lie had unknowingly come to his side, gently patting the shoulder of his old rival, his eyes similarly reddened.

These two old foes felt a sense of mutual understanding at this moment—both knew all too well how despairing that gulf was.

Lu Xuan quietly watched the two elders, the golden light in his eyes slightly dimming.

He knew better than anyone that this seemingly "half-step" distance was an eternal chasm between mortal and immortal...

If not for the system enhancement panel, how could Lu Xuan not be one of those "trillions" desperately seeking the ultimate Dao?

"There is no need for you to enter."

Lu Xuan’s voice was exceedingly calm, echoing across the vacant palace grounds.

Without turning his head, he stepped forward, his crimson dragon robe unwavering in the gale.

With each step, a circle of golden ripples emerged on the ground.

"I alone will resolve everything."

As his words fell, the golden chain coiled around King Shangwu’s wrist suddenly shone brightly, gently pushing him to a safe distance.

All the guards, witnessing this, lowered their weapons and silently retreated.

Even at the pinnacle of Grandmaster martial arts, King Shangwu was powerless to resist, so how could these foot soldiers dare act rashly?

Inside the Purple Gold Hall, darkness cloaked everything, with only a faintly visible twisted, squirming shadow in the direction of the dragon throne.

Yet Lu Xuan stepped into it without hesitation.

The palace grounds were enveloped in deathly silence.

King Shangwu, Peng Lie... all held their breaths, staring at Lu Xuan’s disappearing figure.

They understood—this was no longer a struggle between father and son, but an exchange of old and new eras, the succession of supreme imperial power,

regardless of the outcome, starting today, the skies of the Wenjing Dynasty... were changing!

In the hall, a chilling wind howled, the flickering candle flames threatening to extinguish. Lu Xuan stood with hands behind his back at the center of the hall, surrounded by pitch-black darkness.

Oddly enough, the sunlight outside the hall seemed blocked by some invisible barrier, unable to penetrate a single ray.

The entire Purple Gold Hall seemed isolated in another world, with only a few dilapidated lamps casting a bleak halo.

"You have come... Crown Prince..."

A cold voice suddenly sounded from the right.

Without needing to turn, Lu Xuan perceived Emperor Zhenwu’s silent approach, mere steps away.

This "emperor" had a livid complexion, his eyes pale and devoid of pupils, the hem of the bright yellow dragon robe hanging emptily.

He was not standing on the ground at all but strangely hovering in mid-air!