At the tip of Empress Ziwei's fingers, a faint green radiance still emanated.

Just like city spotlights, shining down from above, covering the entire square.

Then...

Empress Ziwei raised her hand.

The light vanished.

All became quiet.

Everyone was looking at Empress Ziwei with completely shocked faces.

Rumor has it—

In the hands of Empress Ziwei, there is a Spiritual Artifact. To this day, no one knows what it is… nor do they know the functions of this Spiritual Artifact. What can be confirmed is that Empress Ziwei certainly possesses a Spiritual Artifact.

A Spiritual Artifact with its own Spirituality!

A one in ten thousand weapon!

And now.

They finally witnessed Empress Ziwei wielding this Spiritual Artifact.

Absorbing Primordial Qi!

Freezing space!

Such a heaven-defying Spiritual Artifact!

Thump, thump...

Those Supreme Heavenly Rank powerhouses, those elders, were gasping for air, one by one collapsing on the ground, faces full of shock and disbelief.

They tried to channel their Inner Essence, only to find emptiness.

Not the slightest movement.

A strong sense of despair began to spread throughout the crowd!

...

Empress Ziwei stood in front of Tiandu Hall with an icy expression, having already put away the Spiritual Artifact. No one saw clearly what it was, it was just a blob of light.

"Since I, the Empress, have taken over the Five Great Divine Palaces, I have treated you all generously. I even bestowed upon you life extension pills, allowing you to live long with me... Over a thousand years have passed, and I originally believed time would erode you, making you stay loyal and follow me. But... after these thousand years, you remain unrepentant... even daring to covet Tiandu Hall."

Her voice paused, she then said solemnly, "Throw them all into the Tiandu Prison."

"Yes!"

The disciples from the Five Great Divine Palaces swarmed in.

These elders, who had lost their cultivation, even if they were Supreme Heavenly Rank without Inner Essence, were no different from old men on the street.

The young disciples tied them all up and threw them into the prison.

"Your Majesty the Empress, how shall these people be dealt with?"

Empress Ziwei spoke indifferently: "Tomorrow at noon, execute them!"

"Yes!"

...

...

Meanwhile.

After Fang Yu returned to the Fang Family.

He stored the fine wines he had packed from the Dynasty Entertainment Club. All of them were excellent wines, to be savored slowly over time.

However...

No sooner had Fang Yu returned to the main hall,

He heard his master, Fang Ju, sitting with one leg crossed over the other, saying, "What were you carrying just now?"

"N-nothing…" Fang Yu scratched his head.

Fang Ju was a typical drunkard, especially fond of fine wines. If he found out about this stash, wouldn't that be the end of it?

"Good job, you little rascal, I've already smelled it. Hurry up and show some filial piety to your master," Fang Ju glared and demanded.

"Uh..."

This old man is a dog, damn it.

There was no way around it, since the person was his master. Fang Yu had to fetch two bottles of wine and handed them to his master.

Fang Ju saw the two bottles of wine, his eyes turned greedy, and he seemed ready to drool all over the floor.

Fang Ju picked up a bottle, put it to his mouth, took a swig, and then said, "Come on, it's been a long time since we drank together, son. Drink with me properly today."

"Alright!"

Thinking back carefully.

It really had been a long time since they drank.

During those days on the mountain, both of them had abstained from alcohol, tirelessly devoted every day to cultivating the Divine Dragon Technique.

Now that they had the opportunity, how could they not drink?

So, the two of them started drinking.

After a few drinks.

Fang Ju sighed, shook his head constantly, and said, "Fang Yu... you've suffered these years. I really didn't expect that you would take the path of cultivation. I originally thought that becoming a Martial Artist would already be quite remarkable."

"Old man, why bring up these things all of a sudden?"

"Oh, nothing, just talking nonsense. I, your master... am not capable anymore, can't be of any help." Fang Ju sighed. As an ordinary person, what could he do? Even in the Fang Family courtyard, he couldn't compare to even a simple disciple.

"Master, you've had too much to drink... You're here to enjoy yourself, there's no need for you to do anything," Fang Yu said.

"Sigh. You little bastard... Aren't you going to tell me what's going on? I remember, when you were practicing that what's-its-name Divine Dragon Technique on the mountain, you weren't this powerful."

Hearing that.

Fang Yu laughed and said, "Speaking of the Divine Dragon Technique, you're the only one who knows about it, master. The first three layers of the Divine Dragon Technique – body, skin, and bone refinement – are just the basics. Reaching the Fourth Layer, you get Inner Essence, something only Cultivators possess, so I was destined to be stronger than average Martial Artists. Then, advancing through the Fifth and Sixth Layer, my Inner Essence evolved continuously... which made my strength skyrocket."

"That powerful? So, which layer of the Divine Dragon Technique have you cultivated to now?" Fang Ju asked.

"Ninth Layer."

"What? Ni... Ninth Layer?" Fang Ju's face showed shock, "Doesn't that make you the most powerful then?"

"It's not as exaggerated as you say... Although I've cultivated the Divine Dragon Technique to the Ninth Layer, I always feel that I can become even stronger. It's just that there's no need to continue practicing the Divine Dragon Technique," Fang Yu said.

"How can you become stronger without cultivating?"

"It's extremely complicated to explain, old man, not to bring you down, but you wouldn't understand even if I told you."

Fang Yu couldn't possibly say that he is a reincarnation of the Dragon Emperor and that the dragon he raised has already undergone its Fifth Transformation, could he?

A dragon has nine transformations... at present, the thing that can continue to bolster Fang Yu's power is to keep nurturing this dragon to grow larger.

The unknown is always what one looks forward to the most.

Every transformation changes the dragon's appearance; this time it's purple, the next could be orange...

After all, the fact that his power surged tremendously following the successful Dragon Transformation is undeniable.

Using the purple dragon in the recent battle at the Supreme Heavenly Rank of Lou Shan showed the power of the purple dragon.

If he could condense the purple dragon into the Dragon Trace Sacred Armor, he believed he could completely withstand the assault of the Supreme Heavenly Rank.

"Well, well, feeling your oats... You think I can't handle you now?" Fang Ju picked up the wine bottle, saying, "Come on, I'll show you, old ginger is still pungent!"

"Bring it on! No holding back, no using Inner Strength, drink fair and square."

The two of them grabbed the wine bottles and started gulping down like crazy.

They drank like this for a while.

The servants passing by saw them but didn't disturb them.

Until they had almost had their fill—

Fang Ju then murmured hazily: "You've grown up... you've finally grown up... If your birth mother knew about this, she would be so happy. It's just too bad she'll never come back again."

"Old man, why mention that again. Death is final, and I've long understood that."

"Sigh, actually, there's something... I've never dared to tell you..."

As he spoke, Fang Ju picked up the bottle again, took a big gulp, and said, "Your birth mother, actually, she... she didn't die..."

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