Two days later.
Tian Yin Dynasty.
A streak of light streaked across the sky and headed straight for the imperial palace's treasury.
"How dare you! Who dares to trespass into the Imperial Palace?!"
A guard stepped into the sky. His blood and Qi rumbled, and he revealed his sharpness. He held a long spear in his hand and wanted to stop him.
"Get lost!"
Beichen Heng shouted.
He pushed out with one hand and a huge palm print condensed. It covered a radius of 1,000 feet and instantly slapped him into the ground.
Soon after.
Beichen Heng quickly left.
"Brother, you just arrived?"
After Beichen Heng left.
Another guard walked over. He helped the person up and said earnestly,"In the Imperial Palace, you must keep your eyes open. That person just now was the Ninth Hall His Highness!”
"You're the only son of the Emperor, why do you have to stop the Ninth Hall His Highness?”
"There is a ban in the palace…No flying."
The guard from before had an ugly expression as he clutched his chest and said in a low voice.
"That depends on who."
Another guard patted his shoulder and said helplessly.
......
In front of the palace treasury.
Beichen Heng's figure descended from the void. He came to the door and an identity token appeared in his hand. He threw it into the void and said indifferently,"I want to go in. Open the door quickly!"
”
"Understood!"
The void fluctuated as a deep voice sounded.
Before he finished speaking.
The patterns on the stone door lit up, interweaving into a mysterious pattern that slowly opened to both sides.
Beichen Heng stepped in.
As far as the eye could see, shelves after shelves filled up a large space.
Most of the things placed here were rare treasures, but in terms of value, they were not very precious. The truly valuable things would not be placed here.
Some were sent by small sects, some were tributes from the cities below, and some were even left behind by the previous dynasty.
For example.
The Dali Dynasty that had been destroyed.
Some of the items that were not of much value but were a pity to throw away were thrown into the treasure vault in a mess.
Usually, there were very few people who took care of it, so it looked like a mess at the moment.
"Bing Yin..."
Beichen Heng took out the jade token and glanced at the contents as he muttered.
Bingyin was the number of the wooden shelf in front of him.
Beichen Heng looked at them one by one. After a full hour, he stopped in front of a shelf and could no longer look away.
On the shelf, two large words came into view.
Shockingly, it was the word Bing Yin!
"Longevity Painting!"
Beichen Heng spat out three words again.
He stretched out his hand and pulled out the only painting on the wooden shelf. It was an ordinary painting.
It was already emitting a rotten aura.
It was as if it would be damaged at the slightest touch.
Beichen Heng carefully unfolded the scroll. At the top of the scroll, the three big words, the Longevity Painting, gradually appeared in his eyes.
Seeing these three words, Beichen Heng's pupils suddenly constricted!
It was true!
Regardless of whether the senior was lying to him or not, at least up until now, all the information matched!
"Whether or not it works depends on the next step!”
Beichen Heng took a deep breath and raised his palm. The true essence in his body began to circulate in a strange way and finally gathered in his palm.
In his palm, the word 'Li' appeared!
This was the method to activate the Longevity Map. Only the special sealing method of the Dali Dynasty could be used. Without this method, even if he obtained the Longevity Map, it would be useless.
It was also because of this that the Tian Yin Dynasty searched for a million years and still could not find a way to borrow luck to become a Saint.
Beichen Heng's palm landed on the Longevity Painting.
Suddenly.
With a hum, the surface of the Longevity Diagram rippled like water. Then, golden words flew out from it.
They were densely arranged in the void, and the golden light sprinkled down, making people dazzled.
"Gulp!"
Seeing this scene.
Beichen Heng swallowed hard.
There was no mistake!
Everything is as the seniors said.
It was exactly the same!
Now, what appeared in front of him was the method to borrow luck to become a saint.
It was very simple to cultivate. It didn't require much effort. All he needed to do was to learn how to mobilize the fate of the world!
Beichen Heng quickly noted down the contents.
Soon after.
His gaze turned cold as he clenched his fist. With a bang, the Myriad Longevity Portrait in his hand turned into a cloud of dust that scattered on the ground.
After finishing all of this.
Beichen Heng turned around and walked out.
......
In the Imperial Palace.
"Liu Zhen." The Emperor of Heaven Yin, Beichen Yong, lay on the soft couch. His eyes were closed, and his fingers tapped rhythmically on the bed. He said hoarsely,"Liu Zhen."
"This servant is here!"
At the side.
A skinny man with a pale face and a gloomy gaze hurriedly bowed.
"How long has the Ninth Prince been gone?”
"About six days."
Liu Zhen said respectfully.
"Six days…"
Beichen Yong opened his eyes, and a trace of coldness flashed in them. He said coldly,"Too long."
"Where did he go during these six days?”
"Reporting to the Divine Emperor, after leaving the imperial palace, the Ninth Highness went straight to the Great Desolate City. He stayed for half a day before returning.”
Liu Zhen said softly.
"Great Desolate City…!”
Beichen Yong's expression was cold, and a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes. He said coldly,"It seems like my son has grown wings. I will have him go to the Hundred Shattering Mountain Range to investigate the reason why Ren Qingtu became a Sage.”
"But he went to Great Desolate City!"
"Do you think that I, the Imperial Father, am old and can't do anything to him?”
As a God Emperor Realm expert, Beichen Yong hated the feeling of not having control over this matter.
"Your Majesty, please calm down."
Liu Zhen whispered.
After saying that.
He seemed to have thought of something and continued,"Just now, this servant received news that the Ninth Prince had returned. He seemed to be in a bad mood and when he passed by the Imperial Palace, he severely injured a guard.”
"In the Imperial Palace, there has always been a ban that forbids one from attacking. In this servant's opinion, the Ninth Highness 'attack was unintentional.”
These words.
Liu Zhen said it very cleverly.
On the surface, it seemed like he was helping Beichen Heng to get away with it, but in reality, he had pushed Beichen Heng into a dead end.
Right now.
It was Beichen Yong's most sensitive period. He was nearing his lifespan and had yet to become a Saint. He was only waiting to absorb his son's cultivation when he suddenly heard that his son actually dared to hurt people in the palace.
How could he not think too much?
What if…
What if his son wanted to learn from Sixth Brother?
Even if they were suppressed by him in the end, it would not be good to hear or look good if word got out in the future.
"Hurt someone in the palace?"
Beichen Yong slowly sat up. A domineering aura swept across the surroundings. When he opened his eyes, a cold light overflowed. His every move emitted a great might.
"Good, good, good!"
"Good!" Beichen Yong said three times in a row. The rotten aura on his body was swept away. He raised his finger and said coldly,"Summon him into the palace!"
Originally.
He still couldn't bear to see his ninth son.
After all, he was his last son.
He wanted to let it live for a while longer.
However, from the looks of it, even his youngest son had begun to have disloyal intentions and could not continue to stay, even if what Liu Zhen said was false.
He was willing to believe it now.
Because…
He wanted to find an excuse for himself.
The real reason.
He wanted to become a Saint!
It was just a son. If he lost it, he could have another son. As for the chance to become a Saint, it might be his only chance in his life!
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