Wu Rong, who was sitting cross-legged on the bus, looked sideways into the distance, and the royal city came into view.
The pavilions scattered high and low like mountains and rivers are running like flying stars, the stars in the big and small squares are rotating, the Great Wall that separates the long neighborhoods is winding like a flying dragon, and the soldiers in green armor stand with long spears, burning with a faint evil spirit.
Suddenly, he turned his gaze.
Turtles, snakes, dragons, and chariots soar through the clouds and mist, and there seems to be an invisible tunnel under your feet, connecting to the Tianlong Bridge, carrying people to the Cloud Palace of Tiangong.
call!
Break through the mist and step onto the clouds.
The ancient emperor wrote and splashed gold and ink.
Mixed with the faint cool air of green and green, thousands of radiances are swaying wantonly on the boundless white clouds. They are thick and colorful, not stingy, vigorous and powerful, leaking through the sky and into the earth, intertwining with the mist of the royal city to form an endless sky.
The vast ocean, the turbulent flow turns to the high wall of the distant sky.
The unicorn flag is flying.
Wu Rong glanced far away and then looked straight ahead.
There are fairy palaces floating on the top of the clouds, and the beautiful buildings and jade buildings are all in the distance from the city gate.
It was only then that I finally felt grounded.
Listening to the sound coming from beside me, it turned out that the turtle, snake and dragon carriage had stepped steadily on an ancient real long bridge, and several long bridges juxtaposed with it were also welcoming different dragon carriages.
Press the dragon carriage slightly.
All the cultivators stepped off the carriage one after another under the guidance.
There were dozens of generals on both sides, each of them clad in strong armor and manifested in golden bodies. There were also several heavenly officials beside them. After the handover, they issued some command, and the closed city gate was pushed with a creak, and the thick city gate was pushed forward.
It actually slowly disappeared during the push.
The gate of the royal city is high and wide in front of everyone.
"Senior, please."
After hearing the words of the messenger beside him, Wu Rong nodded slightly.
The envoy's name is Zhao Jing, a junior official in the Li Palace.
"How come he can also ride on a dragon chariot?"
An inappropriate sound came from the diagonal direction.
The speaker is tall and thin, with green skin and white hair.
When he saw that Wu Rong was able to board the dragon carriage, he asked coldly. His inspiration and aura broke away and turned into an invisible but sharp treasure weapon, which was hidden and silent.
Keng!
Dozens of god generals were at war with each other, looking at the speaker with indifferent expressions.
Wu Rong, who was about to leave, looked indifferent, glanced sideways at the other party, then boarded the dragon chariot and sat down calmly.
Even if he had to go there on foot, he felt it didn't matter. However, since it was such a formal occasion when the royal city was being sealed, the treatment should be according to Lord Dao.
As for others, he doesn't need to explain to anyone.
"We are also great sages, and we dare not pretend to be the sage king. The reality is very different. How come he can ride in the chariot of the Taoist Lord, but we have to take a step behind him."
Another person stepped out, and it was a top holy king.
Since ancient times, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. It depends on whether one's personal aura is strong or weak, but there is basically no mistake in that realm.
Even though the young man in the dark red robe has magical powers, he is not a real Taoist king.
"Excellent students should calm down their anger. There are many such examples."
The junior official of the Li Palace next to the Holy King raised his hands and explained: "Not to mention far away, there was a man 1,300 years ago who entered the Taiyue Palace in a dragon chariot in a holy state and was awarded the title of Marquis."
The Holy King of the Underworld was deep in thought, his eyes flashing with light.
He has also heard the other party's legend.
It is said that that person was able to kill a flower in reverse in the Great Sage Realm. He was one of the second of the ten tribes, the Celestial Race, and an unparalleled true genius. He defeated many young people thousands of years ago and should have already entered the Taoist Realm by now.
The junior official did not lower his voice.
Therefore, many great saints who came to be consecrated also heard his words.
The atmosphere of doubt just now was like ice melting.
If the opponent is also an invincible strong man like that, there is nothing wrong with riding on the dragon chariot and walking in front of them.
The Holy King of the Underworld asked: "Who is he?"
"This... even the junior official doesn't know."
The junior official of the Li Palace shook his head slightly.
"He is not a monk from the Yintian Ten Thousand Clan. As for his true identity, we should ask fellow Taoists from the Horned Demon Clan."
Zhang Shaoyuan of the Ghost Tribe hugged his shoulders and glanced over at the young man from the Horned Demon Tribe who had come to Wu Rong's rescue, with curiosity on his face.
Jiang Hao from the Horned Demon Clan looked stunned.
He also didn't expect that the other party would ride in Daojun's chariot.
At that time, he spoke to rescue the enemy completely in response to the ancestor's call.
"Do fellow Taoists know him?"
The Holy King of the Underworld slightly arched his hands.
"I...I don't know, I only met him once."
Jiang Hao from the Horned Demon Clan quickly shook his head. He didn't even know how the geniuses of these powerful clans could know each other with his level of cultivation.
Later, the man lived in seclusion and had no chance to talk.
"That's such a shame."
The Saint King of the Underworld put away his kindness and boarded the Great Saint's chariot with an expressionless expression.
"I want to see if he is the same as the one from the Celestial Clan. That person actually defeated the world's masters. Even Ichika Dao-kun died in his hands."
Zhang Shaoyuan from the ghost tribe sneered and also got on the chariot.
Originally, he could not care about it because of Taojun's face, but the other party got on Daojun's chariot and stepped into Taiyue Palace. If he was asked to make a marquis again, not to mention that he would not agree, and everyone in the world would not agree, that would not be called virtue.
coordination.
What strength should be in that position.
Don't look at each Taoist friend who is older than the other, or the senior who is older than the younger. It will really make you care more closely.
A high monk can take action mercilessly because of other people's offenses.
Others would only say that the killing was good.
So how can you show your strength?
Fame.
Ranking on the Holy Lord List.
…
And the most solid record.
These are not false names, but very direct benefits.
The more famous you are, the more resources you will receive.
When sects and big families see their influence in the spiritual world, they will also take the initiative to add fuel to the flames and help them stabilize or even advance to the next level.
This is inherently a mutually beneficial good thing.
There is no greater proof of this than defeating a monster that was once the same as it was thirteen hundred years ago.
Why not judge heroes by success or failure?
Since ancient times, the winner is king.
Don't say that he was resisting because of Wu Rong's identity. Even if he didn't provoke him, Wu Rong would be in a difficult situation by himself.
Wu Rong remained indifferent to everyone's comments.
If he did have stage fright in the past, now that he has such confidence, he has developed a sense of magnanimity. This is the benefit brought by strength.
People who do not suffer criticism are mediocre.
I want to gain the support of Wangcheng and show my potential and strength.
Before going out, he also persuaded his master to let him go to the Taiyue Hall in a grand manner. It would be a pity not to take advantage of such a famous occasion. However, his master, Tushanjun, was used to keeping a low profile and was not willing to interact with others.
When dealing with people, they also say, 'Someone has to do face-saving, so someone has to do lining'.
The master is still the same as before, doing earth-shattering things but handling them lightly.
The dragon chariot climbed to the ninth level of heaven.
The junior official of the Li Palace said: "The Taiyue Palace is located on the ninth level of the sky. The entire Dongyue Mountain has a total of thirty-three levels. Each palace has its own hall..."
"Thirty-third level?" Wu Rong glanced sideways in surprise.
He heard that Taoism also has thirty-third heavens.
Can't help but ask.
The official replied: "Not to mention the Taoist sect, even the Buddhist kingdom in the West follows the thirty-three levels, but they are divided into different categories, so their reputation is not obvious. Maybe the most famous one that the seniors know is the Buddhist sect.
The six heavens of bliss, and the spiritual mountain with roots connected to Sumeru.”
"So, all families arrive at the same destination by different paths?"
"Good regards, senior."
While chatting, Wu Rong looked along the stairs.
Towering golden pillars surround a long dragon, and the towers and pavilions with glazed domes are dotted with strange beasts, some squatting or standing, some leaning on or lying down... Enlightened, swallowing gold, the four directions of spiritual beasts extend into the distance on the corner eaves, as if they are playing in the clouds.
The shadow of the flying phoenix leaps across the sky, and the Kunpeng holds its head high and howls angrily across the sea.
It's like being in the age of myth.
Wu Rong was dazzled. He now somewhat believed in the legends about the Ancient Emperor Dongyue.
Those who can build such heavenly palaces are by no means ordinary people. Even the divine palace that was once glorious in ancient times probably only has this appearance, which makes people fascinated.
Flying past numerous palaces.
The dragon chariot in front slowly stopped.
The palace tower on the flat and vast bluestone ground hangs the "Taiyue Palace".
Arrive outside the palace.
You can also see the 'immortals' lined up all the way from the palace.
A few moments.
The chariots carrying the holy realm slowly arrived.
The Heavenly Official issued an edict.
The sound is like thunder and loud bells, shaking the sky.
The junior official of the Li Palace bowed his hands and said at the same time: "Senior, you can go directly to the Taiyue Palace. Someone will guide you during the introduction. You just need to be safe."
Having said this, the junior official saluted again and said: "Senior, take care."
Wu Rong returned the gift with his hand.
I embarked on this road.
There were only four people walking in front of him.
The leader looks like a young man.
Next to him was an old man.
Wu Rong recognized the other person, it was the old Taoist Lord of the Horned Demon Clan who had come to the rescue when he met the Ghost Clan that day.
But I can't call him Lao Daojun, because he is not old.
It just looks like this.
Some people don't care about their appearance, while some people have special considerations and need a specific appearance, which naturally leads to the fact that not all monks look young, and not all monks look old.
The Taoist Lord of the Horned Demon Tribe smiled and nodded.
It's like saying hello.
Wu Rong returned the gift with his hand.
If Daojun hadn't spoken out at that time, he wouldn't have had sex with the other party.
I really should be grateful for being able to save you such a big trouble.
The main reason was that Wu Rong had just arrived and was instinctively vigilant about everything. Moreover, the file still had to be written, so he only closed the door after saying thank you.
The heavenly official who led them forward was wearing a platinum robe and a precious lotus crown on his head. Wu Rong could not tell the other party's behavior, which must be the effect of the precious robe.
Walk to Taiyue Palace.
Step into it.
"Your Majesty, all the powerful officials have arrived."
The Heavenly Official bowed his hands in salute and fulfilled his will.
The King of Dongyue sits on the throne behind the curtain.
His stature seemed to be ninety feet tall, but against the backdrop of the Taiyue Palace, he looked like an ordinary person, while everyone who entered the palace looked like ants facing a giant.