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The brilliance represented by the Emperor's Flowing Nectar was like countless olives, with strands of golden light cascading down, creating a scene of exquisite beauty.
Through repeated contemplation, Lian Yun gradually delved deeper into the spirituality of the Emperor's Flowing Nectar. He also realized that without personal experience, one could never truly grasp its spirituality.
For instance, no matter how many times Le accepted the Emperor's Flowing Nectar, only his clone would gain anything from it; Lian Yun, Yan, and Cheng would not benefit at all.
The Emperor's Flowing Nectar was akin to Purple Qi.
However, while Purple Qi belonged to the sunlight of the earth before dawn, symbolizing a form of vitality, the Emperor's Flowing Nectar resembled the luminous glow of the night, representing a kind of spirituality.
To be honest, when Lian Yun felt the spirituality of the Emperor's Flowing Nectar, he was instantly flooded with thoughts. For example, he considered how to imbue his Sword Intent with spirit, how to infuse his sword techniques with life, and how to awaken the soul power within him.
Moreover, he pondered whether his grandfather had yet to be reborn because there was only Purple Qi and no Emperor's Flowing Nectar.
It was essential to understand that the combination of yin and yang was the true path.
Yet Lian Yun quickly dismissed these distractions and focused entirely on comprehending the characteristics of the Emperor's Flowing Nectar and its inherent spirituality.
On the surface, without personal experience, one could not reap any benefits. Thus, it seemed futile for Lian Yun to try to feel it. However, he thought differently.
He reasoned that since the Emperor's Flowing Nectar was similar to Purple Qi, perhaps it would manifest every night after sunset.
In the past, he had been unaware and had never encountered it; even if it existed, he could not perceive it—much like Purple Qi, which was always present but unnoticed until now.
If the Emperor's Flowing Nectar were indeed present every night, then discovering it would mean that outside Yin Yang City, he could also receive its cleansing.
Thus, he aimed to deeply imprint the essence of the Emperor's Flowing Nectar in his memory in order to explore whether it appeared at night.
In truth, while comprehending the Ten Thousand Sword Technique, Lian Yun had never utilized Three Golden Hairs in such a manner. Now, with four individuals exchanging insights simultaneously as if they were all comprehending together, Lian Yun’s understanding of the Emperor's Flowing Nectar surged exponentially.
In less than half an hour, it reached a point where nothing could be felt.
For this reason, Lian Yun stopped, while Yueyu City continued with its own affairs.
On Lian Yun's side, however, he discovered that Zhou Tong and the other two seemed to have arrived outside the Pavilion long ago and were waiting for some time.
Although Lian Yun was in the midst of cultivation, the three who sensed his changes had different reactions. Murong Ying showed a hint of worry, while Zhou Tong and Jiang Ao's eyes sparkled with excitement.
It seemed that the current Lian Yun was exactly the ruler they admired most.
Slowly opening his eyes, a chilling gaze flashed through him. Seeing the three, Lian Yun was not surprised and immediately issued an order.
“Jiang Ao, Murong Ying, heed my command!”
“Understood.”
“In my name as Cloud Emperor, take full control of Cloud Emperor City. Those who oppose will have three days to leave the city; traitors will be executed without mercy. Bai Yuancheng, Song Hansong, Ding Tie, Ding Gang, Ding Lan, Ding Wu, accompany me as assistants.”
“Understood!”
Both of them trembled at the command. Jiang Ao shivered all over, his spirit reaching its peak, while Murong Ying's delicate body twitched slightly. Their reactions were signs of excessive excitement.
Their master finally had the intention to rule.
Zhou Tong's expression was the most unbearable; his face was flushed with a lewd look, as if he might bleed from his nose at any moment. If it were in the past, Lian Yun would have suspected that these three were perverts; however, now he chose not to dwell on it too much.
“Zhou Tong, heed my command!”
"Your humble servant is here!" Zhou Tong's words could once pierce the heart. However, at this moment, Jiang Ao and Murong Ying both looked at Lian Yun with anticipation.
Lian Yun, seemingly indifferent to their gazes, replied directly, "Go to the Alliance headquarters and inquire about those who proposed and agreed to conspire against me. Then, visit them one by one to demand resources. Unless they are in short supply, otherwise, start with Spirit Cores until you are satisfied."
"Uh... I will obey!" Zhou Tong quickly regained his composure.
His task was rather vague. First, going to the Alliance headquarters to ask questions was akin to digging up the roots of a great tree; it was too audacious. Secondly, the quantity of resources he was to demand would depend on his own mindset. Naturally, he hoped to ask for as much as possible, but he had no idea what Lian Yun's psychological price point was.
"General Yang, Zhao Jinlong, and Zhao Jinhui will accompany you for assistance!"
"Yes, I will obey!"
With a nod from Lian Yun, he stood tall and soared into the sky, proclaiming loudly, "Uncle Yi, battle outside the city!"
His voice echoed throughout the city.
Below, Zhou Tong's eyes lit up as he couldn't help but reveal a charming smile.
Although the people of the capital speculated that Lian Yun's strength was formidable, no one knew just how strong he truly was. The upcoming confrontation between Lian Yun and the Sword God Dongfang Yi would serve as the best verification.
Lian Yun sending him to the Alliance headquarters indicated that Lian Yun possessed terrifying strength that could shock the entire capital. This made Zhou Tong's task much simpler and gave him clearer direction.
As Lian Yun ascended into the sky, a long dragon made of numerous swords flew out from a side gate within Lin Beiyan's courtyard and that of Lin's Three Uncles.
Four long dragons gathered in the air and then spread out following Lian Yun’s lead towards the outskirts of the city, forming what resembled a long bridge suspended above.
These were rewards that Lian Yun had earned during the Alliance Tournament years ago.
Lian Yun initially sought the ancestral sword from Ouzhizi, and this remaining sword was nearly equivalent to the entire Divine Sword Mountain, which housed not just thousands, but potentially hundreds of thousands of renowned swords. Although some had been distributed, a considerable number still remained.
Since the Soul Sword could not be revealed to outsiders, Lian Yun opted to use a physical long sword instead to execute his Ten Thousand Sword Technique.
Dongfang Yi was aware of all of Lian Yun's intentions, yet the battle was devoid of any pretense. He had grown somewhat impatient from waiting and swiftly moved westward, arriving outside the capital first.
He stood in mid-air, awaiting Lian Yun's arrival.
His Sword Control Technique was an existence that Lian Yun could not hope to match.
However, this was somewhat expected; after all, the Sword God Dongfang Yi possessed a strength that even Emperor Lian regarded with caution.
Watching as thousands of long swords followed Lian Yun, each sword appeared steady yet emanated entirely different sword techniques. This sight brightened Dongfang Yi's eyes. A hint of impatience flickered in his heart as he smiled slightly and said, "It seems your Ten Thousand Sword Technique has made some progress!"
In response, Lian Yun smiled lightly but stood firm a thousand meters away from Dongfang Yi. He then pointed with one hand. The long swords behind him surged forward with the momentum of sheathing swords, forming a massive true sword a thousand meters long above Lian Yun's finger. It was heavy as a mountain; merely its oppressive weight caused the ground beneath to sink.
However, when the thousand-meter giant sword suddenly contracted slightly, it revealed an even more substantial and sharp aura. The entire city of Kyoto felt a wave of pressure that left its inhabitants breathless.
(End of Chapter)
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