[Consumed 130,000 years of Dao Cultivation, The Method of Myriad Transformations Returning to the Golden Body has been upgraded to Heavenly Accomplishment]
Boom—
The extremely profound principles of the technique were like a river bursting its banks, surging incessantly.
The people nearby saw this, and their expressions changed as they hurriedly retreated several steps.
Everyone looked tense, staring fixedly at the slender figure sitting cross-legged on the ground.
The Emperor's heart was also pounding at this moment, and he couldn't help but lower his voice: "This girl... she's always so impatient... does she really not need to prepare?"
"Don't talk too much."
The High Ancestor glanced at the Emperor and said in a heavy voice.
"Since this girl Lonely Moon dares to do it, she must have absolute confidence."
"You and I just need to watch; do not disturb her concentration."
Hearing this, the Emperor could only shut his mouth sheepishly.
But the tension in his eyes could not be suppressed no matter what.
Lu Changfeng also took a deep breath and said solemnly, "The young lady's talent is top-tier even within the Eastern Region. I imagine this matter won't stump her..."
"By the way..."
He suddenly remembered something.
His gaze turned toward the Emperor standing nearby.
As the Lu Family's Young Lord, he naturally knew how to conduct himself in various situations.
Although he could directly probe the other's age, such an act was too overstepping... "May I ask... Her Highness the Grand Princess, what is her age this year?"
The Emperor was stunned. Although he didn't know why Lu Changfeng suddenly asked this, he still answered subconsciously.
"Lonely Moon..."
He pinched his fingers to calculate, a look of emotion appearing on his face.
"This year, she should have just turned eighteen, nineteen by the lunar calendar."
"..."
Eighteen?
He snapped his head around, looking at the young girl in the center once more.
A Denglou Realm under twenty years old?
Is she even human?!
Even if she started to Cultivate from her mother's womb, it shouldn't be this ridiculous, right?
Lu Changfeng only felt his head buzzing.
He had originally thought that this Grand Princess was simply exceptionally gifted and had perhaps Cultivated for several hundred years.
As for the Emperor before him, although he was only in the Ink Dot Realm, there were so many life-extending items in the world.
It wasn't a difficult thing to live until now.
As for appearance... techniques for maintaining one's youth were not difficult to find.
But who would have thought... she's truly young!
And not the'several hundred years old' kind of young that was typical for the Denglou Realm.
To have such achievements at just this age.
If she were given a few more years.
In this Eastern Region... no, in this world, who else could block her brilliance?
Just as his mind was racing with wild thoughts.
In the center of the hall, the slender figure sitting cross-legged suddenly moved.
The young girl slowly opened her eyes.
Her eyes held only indifference.
She slowly raised her hand.
Boom—
Rolling black mist erupted from her acupoints, instantly filling the entire hall.
A brilliant red light surged frantically beneath her cracked skin, as if magma were rushing through her veins.
There was also the crackling of silver-purple lightning moving about.
Two streams of white mist, almost solid, fell from her shoulders, swirling incessantly.
Blazing demon fire and the brilliant radiance of flickering golden light.
All sorts of completely different, terrifying methods were actually revealed on one person's body at once.
And following the girl's movements.
Buzz—
The nine life-sized golden statues surrounding her also emitted a collective hum.
An extremely brilliant luster burst forth from within the golden statues, so dazzling that people didn't dare look directly at them.
When the radiance slightly dimmed.
Everyone in the hall was pale with shock, standing frozen on the spot.
Those nine golden statues no longer looked as they did before.
They had each manifested, turning into nine completely different Dharma bodies and precious appearances.
One wore a black dress trailing on the ground, holding a crimson crescent blade, with Evil Qi hitting one's face from her brow, as if she wanted to slaughter the entire Mortal world.
One was covered in black gauze, with mist surging around her body and several hideous demons following her, like a Demon Emperor on a journey.
One was wrapped in simple green clothes, her fingers forming a mysterious sword seal, with five Flying Swords circling her incessantly, their chilling Sword Intent slicing through the Void Realm.
One had majestic dragon horns on her forehead, wearing a red-gold palace dress, with the shadows of five dragons circling her, looking incomparably noble.
One had a burly figure, with the four Vicious Beasts roaring behind her, the forms of tiger, wolf, bear, and boar rotating, looking peerlessly overbearing.
One was shining with golden light, her feet not touching the ground, her skirts fluttering like a Fairy in the moon about to ride the wind and return.
One was covered by three flood dragons, accompanied by thunder, fire, and blue water; every gesture carried the power to destroy heaven and earth.
One had a great gold-and-blue sun hanging behind her head, with silver liquid like dragons circling her body, looking sacred and majestic.
And these eight golden bodies surrounded the last one in the center like stars around the moon.
Yet it was the most simple and unadorned.
It had neither armor nor a dharma robe for protection.
It was just a simple black robe, the style identical to what Jiang Yuechu was wearing.
The face was calm, and the eyes were indifferent.
There was neither killing intent nor mercy.
It just stood there quietly, like a mundane statue without any supernatural qualities.
But it was precisely this one.
That made everyone present feel their souls tremble with just one look.
Black clothes and ink-black hair, an ordinary expression, seemingly plain yet hiding a sharp edge.
All laws return to one, the Great Dao is simple, unmoved like a mountain, suppressing all directions.
Rumble—!!!
As the nine golden bodies completely manifested.
A grand aura instantly broke through the roof of the hall, soaring straight into the nine heavens.
Above the city of Chang'an.
The night sky, where the stars and moon had been shining together, suddenly changed color.
Nine pillars of light of various colors rose from deep within the Imperial City, piercing the firmament.
Within the pillars of light, nine phantoms could be faintly seen, standing tall between heaven and earth.
Dragon roars and tiger howls, Sword Qi crisscrossing, thunder and fire intermingling.
The nine faces were all identical.
All had their eyes closed, all were silent.
Like gods and buddhas sitting high upon the clouds, lowering their eyelids and coldly looking down at this sleeping Mortal city beneath their feet.
Within just a few breaths.
In the marketplaces, countless windows and doors were pushed open.
Men with disheveled clothes, women with messy hair, and even bare-bottomed children all stumbled out of their homes.
The originally dark alleys were instantly lit up by countless lanterns, gathering into winding fire dragons.
Old Man Wang was getting up at night to urinate. He had only half-undone his belt when he was dazzled by this divine light filling the sky.
He squinted his cloudy old eyes and looked toward the light.
With this one look, even that bit of urine was scared back in.
"My goodness..."
"This... why does this look so familiar?"
He rubbed his eyes, then rubbed them again.
When he saw clearly the face of the black-robed Dharma Image in the very center.
"Holy crap!"
"Isn't this the... the Grand Princess?!"
This exclamation soon spread throughout the entire city of Chang'an.
"Nonsense! That's an immortal! Look at those dragons and tigers, how could a Mortal have such a display?"
"You blind Man! Didn't you see that face? Isn't that our Grand Princess Zhaoyue?"
"Then that means... the Grand Princess has achieved Immortal Ascension?"
"..."
In the streets and alleys, discussions rose one after another.
A Sour Scholar who had attended a private school for two years was currently standing on his own roof, waving a broken folding fan with an unfathomable expression.
"Not so, not so."
"In this humble one's view, this is clearly..."
Before he could finish, his ear was grabbed by his wife.
"What are you looking at! Hurry up and kneel!"
The Woman's shout reminded everyone.
Indeed.
Whether it was a human or an immortal didn't matter.
As long as she could protect this city of Chang'an and let these common folk live a peaceful life.
What difference did it make if she was human or immortal?
"Greetings, Her Highness the Grand Princess!"
"I beg Her Highness to bless my sow to have a few more piglets!"
"I beg Her Highness to bless me so I can find a wife this year!"
It was unknown who took the lead.
The dense crowd, like waves of wheat blown by the wind, knelt down in a vast expanse.
The sounds of kowtowing and prayers mixed together, actually gathering into a golden torrent that surged toward the nine Dharma Images.
Inside the hall of the Imperial City.
Lu Changfeng felt the Power Of Will suddenly surging between heaven and earth, and his expression changed slightly.
This... it's starting already?
They didn't even need to build a temple or preach?
Just one appearance led to the worship of ten thousand people?
Just how long had the people of Great Tang been suppressed?
How could he know?
In these past few months, the Great Tang had been through turbulent changes, with demons dancing wildly and foreign enemies surrounding them.
The people lived in fear and trepidation, as if treading on thin ice.
They needed someone to rely on too much.
They needed someone who could stand tall, point at the gods and demons filling the sky, and say "No."
And now.
This person was in the sky.
Right above their heads.
Those nine Dharma Images, some holding swords, some riding dragons, some accompanied by Vicious Beasts.
Though their forms were different, they all possessed unyielding pride.
That was the backbone of the Great Tang.
The High Ancestor stood before the hall, looking up at those nine figures.
He tremblingly reached out his hand, wanting to touch that unreachable brilliance.
But after extending his hand for only a moment, he slowly withdrew it.
After a long, long time... he opened his mouth and let out a silent laugh.
In time.
The Great Tang would finally no longer have to tolerate any outsiders.
Nor would it need to look at anyone else's face.
Because today.
Great Tang... has its own Immortal God.