As the palace gates slowly closed...
The earth-shaking cheers were all shut outside.
The clamor ceased.
Her ears were finally at peace.
Jiang Yuechu sat on the Imperial Carriage; her face, which had been consistently cold and aloof, finally showed a trace of fatigue.
Even back in Luling, facing four Demon Venerables and one Randeng Demon Sage, she had never felt timid.
With the Great Halberd in hand, it was nothing more than the word "kill."
But along this journey, facing one fanatical face after another, she had to maintain the air of the Royal Grand Princess.
It made her feel mentally exhausted.
Jiang Yuechu rubbed her somewhat stiff cheeks, grumbling inwardly.
Killing Demons only requires strength.
Being a person requires heart.
It's still more comfortable to kill Demons... The Imperial Carriage reached a fork in the road.
The internal eunuchs, who had been waiting for a long time, led a group of Imperial Guards and Imperial Physicians to carefully support White Jade Tower down and send him to the waiting carriage nearby.
"Old White, please rest and recover with peace of mind."
The Emperor stood on the carriage and called out loudly to the departing carriage, "As for everything else, there is no need to worry."
Although the Great Tang Imperial Palace was not an immortal blessed land and did not have the legendary Heaven And Earth Treasures that could fully restore his Randeng cultivation...
It was, after all, the foundation of a nation.
Extending the Lifespan of this dying old man for a period of time was not a difficult task.
As for what comes after... that would depend on the subsequent arrangements.
Having seen off White Jade Tower.
The siblings had truly returned home.
Inside Zichen Hall, a family banquet had already been prepared.
There were no outside officials, nor any red tape.
Only the two siblings sat opposite each other.
The Emperor's mouth never stopped moving.
While putting food into Jiang Yuechu's bowl, he kept chattering away.
He spoke of nothing but how worried he had been these past days, how he couldn't eat, and so on.
Although Jiang Yuechu knew he was sincere, her personality made it impossible for her to say anything tender.
Fortunately, the Emperor didn't mind at all.
It seemed that as long as the person opposite him sat there peacefully, he was already happy.
The meal was enjoyed by both.
Finally, the moon reached the middle of the sky.
Jiang Yuechu used the excuse of being tired to escape from the incessant sister-complex chatter.
She returned to the Golden Jade Palace.
The palace lanterns were brightly lit, and the Ruinao incense burner emitted a faint, soothing fragrance.
Jiang Yuechu stepped over the threshold.
Her gaze swept over the furnishings in the hall.
Whether it was the tables and chairs or the jade decorations on the shelves, everything was polished to a shine, as if she had never left.
Jiang Yuechu was slightly stunned.
Scenes from her time in the Region of Longyou involuntarily surfaced in her mind.
If she went on a long trip, even if it was just to the South of the Sword Region...
Upon returning, the dust in the room would probably be three feet thick, and she would have to roll up her sleeves and spend half a day cleaning before it was livable.
Now... "Heh..."
Jiang Yuechu gave a light chuckle, untied her outer robe, and casually tossed it to the Palace Maid who came forward.
"You may leave. I wish to be alone for a while."
"Yes."
The Palace Maids lowered their eyes submissively and withdrew silently, closing the hall doors behind them.
Silence returned to the great hall.
Comfortable.
Although she never cared for external possessions.
This life of being served and having no worries about food or clothing truly saved a lot of trivial effort, allowing her to focus all her mind on cultivation.
"Whew..."
Jiang Yuechu let out a long breath of turbid Qi and adjusted her breathing.
Her mind sank into the Sea of Consciousness.
After delaying for so many days.
She could finally allocate points.
With a slight thought, the Demon Record Scroll slowly unfolded.
[Host: Jiang Yuechu]
[Realm: Mountain Gazing Perfection]
[Remaining Dao Cultivation: 69,401 years]
[Recorded Demons: great desolation four fierce beasts suppressing mountain chart (Tiger Mountain God, Mythical Ape, Green-Faced Gentleman, Black Mountain Bear Lord)]
White Ape Duke (Heavenly Accomplishment)
White Flood Dragon Jiao Xu (Heavenly Accomplishment)
Black Flood Dragon Jiao Chun (Heavenly Accomplishment)
Qiankun Demon King (crimson dye)
Silver Bone Demon Venerable (Shadow Copy)
Crimson Scale Demon Venerable (Shadow Copy)
Dark Moon Demon Sage (Shadow Copy)]
Her gaze fell upon the Qiankun Demon King.
Jiang Yuechu had a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Since it was already at the crimson dye stage, she might as well max it out first.
No longer hesitating, she made a thought.
"Add points!"
Boom—!!!
In the Sea of Consciousness, the originally calm numbers suddenly jumped.
Dao Cultivation, like a bursting river, poured frantically into that scroll.
1,200 years... 3,500 years... 8,000 years... until the number froze at 16,800 years.
Buzz!
The scroll shook violently.
The Demon portrait, which was originally just a figure in golden armor holding a Great Halberd, suddenly changed.
The originally dull bird eyes suddenly lit up with two points of cold light.
[Consumed 16,800 years of Dao Cultivation. Qiankun Demon King's progress has reached dotting the eyes.]
[Successfully promoted Qiankun Demon King to dotting the eyes. Received Demon's Gift.]
["Wisdom King's Tummo Meditation" promoted to the Supreme Realm.]
As the notification sound faded.
Jiang Yuechu slowly opened her eyes.
There were no jumping flames in her eyes, but a flash of heat passed through them.
In the Supreme Realm, a thought creates fire.
Burning the heavens, boiling the seas, judging sins, and removing obstacles!
If the previous Perfection stage required a glare to take effect...
Now, this Supreme Realm only required a thought.
Even from a hundred paces away, one could make a person's Divine Soul spontaneously combust, making it impossible to defend against.
Jiang Yuechu's eyes were bright as she looked at the scroll.
She still held over 50,000 years of Dao Cultivation in her hands, enough to push this Great Roc to its Peak.
"Heavenly Accomplishment!"
Rumble—!!!
This time, the commotion was far greater than before.
The Sea of Consciousness surged, and golden light filled the sky.
Screech—!!!
A piercing cry that could split gold and stone resounded through the Sea of Consciousness.
[Consumed 23,200 years of Dao Cultivation. Qiankun Demon King's progress has reached Heavenly Accomplishment.]
[Successfully promoted Qiankun Demon King to Heavenly Accomplishment. Received Demon's Gift.]
[Divine Ability · Cloud Journey of Ten Thousand Li evolved into — Golden Virtue · Will of Fuyao.]
Jiang Yuechu's body trembled slightly.
At this moment.
She only felt her body become incredibly light, like a willow catkin in the wind, or a roaming dragon in the clouds.
The back of the Roc is thousands of miles long; when it flies in a rage, its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky.
It strikes the water for three thousand miles and spirals up on a whirlwind for ninety thousand miles.
Once this Divine Ability was completed.
If unleashed, not only would its speed be terrifying, but her entire body would be protected by a Sharp Qi.
This Sharp Qi was persistent enough to carve through stone, sharp without regret, and impervious to all techniques!
Subconsciously.
She slowly stretched her limbs, and her thoughts moved accordingly.
A burst of grim white Qi erupted from her pores.
It condensed without dispersing, gathering like flowing clouds.
It swirled within three feet of the young woman, making her look like a banished immortal from the Nine Heavens who did not eat the food of mortals.
Jiang Yuechu lowered her eyes, looking at the wisp of white mist wrapped around her fingertip.
Her fingertip touched it lightly.
Sizzle.
The air was actually split open, making a crisp sound.
"Is this the so-called protective Sharp Qi?"
Jiang Yuechu's eyes flickered.
Metal represents change and reform.
The path of the West governs slaughter and warfare.
To verify the conjecture in her heart.
Jiang Yuechu tilted her head slightly, her gaze falling on the carved wooden table in the room.
With a slight thought.
As she reached out and waved.
"Go."
The white Qi swirling around her suddenly roared and whistled, attacking the table.
Shing—
In the blink of an eye.
Under the strangulation of this white Qi, the wooden table turned into a pile of wood dust on the floo