Two days later.
Tianyin Empire.
A streak of light soared through the sky, heading straight for the imperial palace's treasure vault.
“How dare you! Who dares to intrude upon the imperial palace!”
A guard stepped into the air, his vitality roaring, sharp and menacing, holding a spear, attempting to stop the intruder.
“Scram!”
Beichen Heng shouted sharply.
With a single hand thrust forward, a massive handprint formed, covering an area of a hundred yards, and it slammed the guard into the ground in an instant.
Then, Beichen Heng quickly left the area.
“Brother, just arrived?”
Once Beichen Heng had left, another guard approached, helping the fallen one to his feet. He spoke seriously, “In the palace, keep your eyes open. That person just now was the Ninth Prince!”
“The only son of the Divine Emperor. Why would you block him?”
“In the imperial palace, there's a restriction... no flying allowed.”
The guard, who had just been knocked down, looked upset, clutching his chest and murmuring in a low voice.
“That may be true, but it depends on who it is.”
The other guard patted his shoulder with a helpless sigh.
In front of the imperial vault.
Beichen Heng's figure descended from the void. He approached the gate and took out an identity token, tossing it into the air. He spoke coldly:
“I, this Prince, wish to enter. Open the door immediately!”
“As you command!”
A thick voice echoed as the air rippled with a fluctuation.
Before the words even finished, the stone door before him began to glow, lines of intricate patterns appeared, and they slowly slid open to reveal the vault.
Beichen Heng stepped in.
Upon entering, one could see rows upon rows of shelves occupying a vast expanse of space.
These shelves were filled with rare treasures, but in terms of value, they weren't particularly precious. The truly valuable items were never kept here.
Some were sent by small sects, others were offerings from the cities below, and some were relics left behind by previous dynasties.
For example, from the previously destroyed Great Li Dynasty, items of minimal value, yet too precious to discard, were thrown carelessly into the vault.
It was rarely managed, and at this moment, the vault looked chaotic and disorganized.
“Songyin No. ...”
Beichen Heng took out a jade token, scanning the contents and muttering to himself.
Songyin No. was the number assigned to the shelf in front of him.
Beichen Heng looked at each shelf in succession, and after half an hour, he stopped in front of one shelf, his gaze fixated on it.
On this shelf, two large characters stood out.
“Songyin II!”
“Longevity Diagram!”
Beichen Heng muttered the name aloud again.
He reached out and carefully pulled out the only scroll on this shelf. It was an unremarkable painting, having deteriorated over the years, exuding a scent of decay.
It looked as though it would fall apart with the slightest touch.
Beichen Heng cautiously unrolled the scroll. At the very top of the painting, the three large characters “Longevity Diagram” slowly came into view.
Upon seeing these three characters, Beichen Heng's pupils suddenly contracted!
It was real!
Whether or not his predecessor had lied to him, up until now, everything matched perfectly!
“Whether it will work or not, depends on the next step!”
Beichen Heng took a deep breath. He raised his hand, and his true essence began to circulate in a strange way, eventually converging in his palm.
A “Li” character appeared in his palm!
This was the method to activate the Longevity Diagram. Only by using the special sealing technique from the Great Li Dynasty could it be activated. Without it, even possessing the Longevity Diagram would be useless.
Because of this, the Tianyin Empire had searched for a million years but failed to find the method to achieve Sainthood through borrowing fate.
Beichen Heng's palm fell, covering the Longevity Diagram.
Suddenly, a “buzzing” sound filled the air, and the surface of the Longevity Diagram rippled like the surface of water. Golden characters began to fly out of it.
These golden words densely filled the air, their brilliance dazzling and blinding.
“Glug!”
Seeing this, Beichen Heng swallowed hard.
It was indeed as his predecessor had said!
No mistakes, not a single one!
What appeared before him now was the method to borrow fate and become a Saint.
It was a divine ability, not a cultivation technique. Cultivating it was incredibly easy—one didn't need much effort, as long as one learned how to manipulate the fate mechanism!
Beichen Heng quickly committed the contents to memory.
Then, his expression hardened. He clenched his hand, and with a loud boom, the Longevity Diagram turned to smoke and scattered across the floor.
Having completed this, Beichen Heng turned and walked toward the exit.
Imperial Palace.
The Divine Emperor of the Tianyin Empire, Beichen Yong, lay lazily on a soft couch, his eyes closed. His fingers rhythmically tapped on the bed, his hoarse voice cutting through the silence:
“Liu Zhen.”
“Your servant is here!”
A thin man, pale and beardless, with a shadowy look in his eyes, immediately bowed in response.
“How long has the Ninth Prince been gone?”
“About six days.”
Liu Zhen replied respectfully.
“Six days...”
Beichen Yong opened his eyes, a cold gleam flashing in his gaze as he spoke icily, “Too long.”
“Where has he gone in these six days?”
“Reporting to His Majesty, after the Ninth Prince left the palace, he went straight to the Great Wasteland City. He stayed there for half a day before returning.”
Liu Zhen spoke softly.
“Great Wasteland City...”
Beichen Yong's expression turned cold, a flash of murderous intent in his eyes as he spoke with a chilling voice, “My son... looks like he's grown some wings. I sent him to the Hundred Breaking Mountains to investigate Ren Qingtu's path to becoming a Saint, and he goes to the Great Wasteland City instead!”
“Does he think his father is too old to control him?”
As the Divine Emperor, Beichen Yong hated anything outside of his control.
“Your Majesty, please calm down.”
Liu Zhen spoke in a low voice.
After a pause, he seemed to recall something, then continued, “Just now, I received word that the Ninth Prince has returned. It seems he's in a bad mood. While passing through the palace, he severely injured a guard.”
“In the palace, there's always a restriction against violence. It seems to me the Ninth Prince's actions were just an accident.”
This was a clever statement from Liu Zhen.
On the surface, it seemed like he was defending Beichen Heng, but in reality, he had pushed Beichen Heng into a corner.
Right now, Beichen Yong was in a sensitive period. His lifespan was nearing its end, and he had yet to achieve Sainthood. He had been waiting to absorb his son's cultivation. Now, hearing that his son dared to injure someone in the palace, he couldn't help but suspect the worst.
What if his son was planning a rebellion like the Sixth Prince?
Even if he was eventually suppressed, such a story would tarnish his reputation.
“Violence in the palace?”
Beichen Yong slowly sat up, a domineering aura sweeping through the room. His eyes flashed with cold light, and his every movement exuded immense power.
“Good, good, good!”
Beichen Yong repeated three times, and the decaying aura around him dissipated. He raised his finger and coldly commanded,
“Bring him to the palace!”
At first, he had felt some hesitation toward his youngest son. After all, he was his last child.
He had hoped to let him live a little longer.
But now, it seemed that even his youngest son had begun to harbor rebellious thoughts. He could no longer afford to let him live. Even if Liu Zhen's words were false, he was willing to believe them, because...
He needed an excuse.
The real reason was that he wanted to become a Saint!
One son was replaceable. However, the opportunity to achieve Sainthood might only come once in his lifetime!
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