Chapter 621 He Will Come

Immortals and mortals.

The biggest difference was the Fate Palace.

Once the Destiny Palace was opened, Qi would be unblocked from the heavens and the earth, and every movement could easily affect the power of the heavens and the earth.

The Destiny Palace was divided into nine paths: Zifu, Yaotai, Xianyu, Beining, Tonggu, Ghost Abyss, Mian You, Desolate City, and Dragon Platform.

Within the Nine Dao Destiny Palaces, every time one passed the Heavenly Tribulation, it meant opening a Destiny Palace. In a sense, the number of Destiny Palaces was a sign of an immortal's cultivation level.

Sitting on Xuan'er, Mercedes-Benz in the forest of Great Zhou, Xu Han muttered these words. Then, he put down the ancient book that recorded the immortals that he had brought out from Long Yin Temple.

His expression was somewhat strange and somewhat distressed.

The first Dao Destiny Palace of an immortal was the Purple Palace. According to the records, this Dao Destiny Palace should be completely purple and towering like a mountain. But in reality, Xu Han, who had cultivated as an immortal, did not find such a thing in his body.

Xu Han felt that he was very different.

Of course, this kind of rhetoric was not because he thought highly of himself, but because Xu Han was indeed very different from the others.

From the first day of cultivation, this kind of distinction was accompanied by Xu Han at all times. He had unleashed 365 pills that far surpassed ordinary people, produced golden inner pills that no ordinary person had ever possessed, possessed nine True Essences, and so on.

Even though he had reached the Immortal realm, this kind of difference still hadn't left Xu Han.

There was no Fate Palace or Fate Palace in his body, only a ball of blood-red, lava-like, hot, round thing beating in his dantian. Xu Han had thought that this was because he was different from ordinary cultivators. He relied on his fleshly body to become a sacred recipe. It wasn't until he met the black robe this morning that the thing condensed from the power of blood energy in his body suddenly rioted, causing endless pain to Xu Han. After a while, it was only then that he calmed down.

It was only then that he realized that perhaps the phenomenon in his body was not because of his identity as a physical immortal, but rather because of his own peculiarities. Just in case, he took some time to flip through the ancient book that he didn't have time to flip through before.

However, after looking at it for a long time, he did not get anything. In addition, the strange situation had already calmed down, so Xu Han suppressed his thoughts and jumped off Xuan'er's body. The little fellow was very smart, and soon understood Xu Han's thoughts. Its body shrunk into an ordinary shape, and it leapt onto Xu Han's shoulder.

"I have to be faster. I always feel that Keqing's situation is very bad." Perhaps it was because of what the black-robed man said, Xu Han felt a little uneasy in his heart. He mumbled to himself like this, and his body jumped at an astonishingly fast speed as he rushed towards the direction where Chang'an was.

…

The night gradually grew darker and darker. Within the Pu Tian Palace, the Wei Yang Palace was brightly lit, illuminating the majestic hall with golden light.

As the commander of the Imperial Army, Zhao Xingyu looked worriedly at the woman beside him. His thoughts were complicated, and his gaze was conflicted.

He had already received a message from his uncle, Prince Zhao Chu of You Province. Tomorrow morning, he would lead his army to cooperate with the various parties of the Tian Ce Mansion to force Yuwen Nanjing to step down. At that time, Zhao Xingyu would need to bring the Imperial Army to cooperate with this operation.

The words in the letter were fierce, and there was not the slightest room for detour. Zhao Xingyu, who knew his uncle's temperament, knew that this time, something was imperative.

This is a very ridiculous thing.

Zhao Xingyu, who had been following her since Yuwen Nanjing ascended the throne, was probably one of the few people who had witnessed how Yuwen Nanjing and the Tian Ce Mansion had broken the path.

In the final analysis, whether it was another Orthodox Church or suppressing Tiance Prefecture, Yuwen Nanjing had only done all of this to avenge Xu Han's death.

Is a dead person really comparable to the throne of Great Zhou? Zhao Xingyu obviously did not understand this logic, and apart from this confusion, what lingered in his heart was some kind of anger that he could not express.

He was jealous of the dead Xu Han, jealous that he could make Yuwen Nanjing risk everything to avenge him.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xingyu's gaze towards Yuwen Nanjing became even more strange.

The woman in the royal robe was currently leaning against the huge dragon chair in the Wei Yang Palace with a lazy expression. She was always like this. Her face was always filled with disappointment, as if nothing in the world could arouse the slightest bit of interest in her. Of course, this included Zhao Xingyu.

Seemingly sensing Zhao Xingyu's gaze, Yuwen Nanjing raised his eyebrows and looked at him sideways.

That gaze caused Zhao Xingyu's heart to panic, and he hurriedly lowered his head at that moment.

"Your Majesty, it's late at night." After a moment of hesitation, Zhao Xingyu gritted his teeth and said respectfully.

"Oh." Yuwen Nan Jing replied calmly and did not comment on this. After a while, he said, "Take a look. After today, I estimate that Pu Tian Palace will have to change its name again."

Zhao Xingyu's heart trembled as he looked at Yuwen Nanjing again, his brows filled with horror.

"Your Majesty, you…"

"Yes, I understand." The expression on Yuwen Nanjing's face was still incomparably lazy. She whispered, "I guess they've already captured Song Yueming and Ning Zhumang, right? Zhao Chu should be on his way to Chang'an as well. Hmph, Xing Tianjian and the immortals, the play of poisoning Yuwen Luo is ready to be played again."

Zhao Xingyu's expression changed drastically. He thought that all of this had been done without anyone noticing, but he didn't want to be pierced through by Yuwen Nanjing. Moreover, Yuwen Nan Jing was still leisurely sitting here, so he couldn't help but think that Yuwen Nan Jing had already prepared a corresponding backup plan.

Was it Lin Yuguo from Big Yellow City? Mu Qingshan from the Sword Dragon Pass? Or Yue Fuyao from Heavenly Battle City?

Zhao Xingyu thought that there was someone in Great Zhou who could become Yuwen Nanjing's chess piece to turn the situation around, but these speculations were quickly rejected by Zhao Xingyu. Whether it was Tiance Prefecture or Longevity Division, their spies were all over the Great Zhou. If there really were a huge number of personnel transfers among the three of them, they would definitely not be able to hide it from their eyes. In other words, Yuwen Nan Jing relied on someone else.

As if she had seen through Zhao Xingyu's thoughts, Yuwen Nanjing turned his head to look at him at that time. She suddenly smiled. Although she was not born to be able to topple the country, that smile was extremely beautiful.

She said, "Don't worry, none of the people you thought of came. You can bring the Imperial Army to surround the entire Wei Yang Palace tomorrow morning, and then wait for Zhao Chu and the others to arrive."

Yuwen Nanjing said very easily. Her tone was calm, as if she was telling a story that had nothing to do with her.

When Zhao Xingyu heard this, his gaze towards Yuwen Nanjing became even more confused. He asked puzzledly, "Since His Majesty knows about this, why should he stay? If His Majesty is willing, can I bring His Majesty along with me?"

"No need." Yuwen Nanjing decisively interrupted Zhao Xingyu's suggestion. She turned to look outside the Wei Yang Palace, her gaze following the bleak autumn night. Then, she said softly with an unquestionable tone.

"But he will come and save me…"

"Just like before, he will always come to save me."

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