Chapter 643 – The Princes of the Chen Clan (1/2)
Chapter 643 – The Princes of the Chen Clan
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
What was the Imperial clan? One could be called emperor by ascending to the throne, and from this perspective, the Tianhai Divine Empress being able to awaken the Imperial Design was not at all difficult to comprehend.
But Zhu Luo had associated with the Chen Imperial clan for several centuries and knew many secrets. He knew that moving the Imperial Design required the possession of true imperial blood.
The Divine Empress had ruled for more than two hundred years, but she had only ascended to the throne twenty years ago. There was simply not enough time for the Imperial Design to admit that her blood was imperial blood.
She stood at the peak of the Mausoleum of Books, looking down upon the world, looking at the great array within the capital. Her beautiful face was apathetic to the extreme, no emotions visible upon it.
Yes, she was not surnamed Chen. The true blood of the Heavenly Phoenix flowed within her body, but it was not imperial blood, and she also did not have enough time to have the Imperial Design descend, but this did not mean that she was without means.
Daoist Ji was also well aware that she would have a way, so he did not pose a question as Zhu Luo did.
In fact, in the next moment, many people, Zhu Luo included, also thought of this point.
The great array of the Imperial Design was created many years ago, its history incredibly long, at least longer than that of the Chen Imperial clan.
The capital was presently the capital of the Great Zhou, but before the Great Zhou, this place was already the capital.
Before the Chen Imperial clan, there was yet another Imperial clan of extremely pure lineage, one that had even persisted until the present.
Zhu Luo gazed in the direction of the Imperial Palace and sternly rebuked, ”Liang Wangsun, you dare engage in such disgraceful actions!”
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There were three high points in the capital.
The Mausoleum of Books and the Dew Platform were two, and the other location was the Lingyan Pavilion.
The Lingyan Pavilion was in the depths of the Imperial Palace and was a high tower.
The most important alteration the Great Zhou Imperial clan had made to the Imperial Design was the construction of the Lingyan Pavilion, and this was also where the pivot of the array was located.
Liang Wangsun sat in the very center of the Lingyan Pavilion.
Tonight, his hand did not grasp the Vajra Pestle, but a torch.
This torch was not made of gold or jade, but was glittering and translucent. At its tip blazed a white flame.
This was a divine artifact of the demons: the White Sun Flame.
Liang Wangsun's eyes were tightly closed, his face pale. The hand gripping the torch was constantly bleeding blood.
This blood flowed into the White Sun Flame, and, instead of dripping to floor, was sucked within.
The light released by the White Sun Flame was not dyed bloody from this. It remained sacred and pure, seeming to contain infinite energy.
This light was so fierce that even the exterior of the always gloomy Lingyan Pavilion was brightly lit tonight.
As for within, the Lingyan Pavilion was illuminated as brightly as day, very similar to how the Divine Kingdom was often imagined.
The portraits on its wall were illuminated very clearly, the founding ministers of the Great Zhou quietly gazing at Liang Wangsun.
If they were to know that this young prince was a descendant of the Liang Imperial clan that they had worked arduously to overthrow, they might have felt rueful.
Who were these legends within the portraits willing to confer their blessings upon?
In the past several centuries, the Lingyan Pavilion remained silent in the depths of the Imperial Palace, melding with the darkness and never letting anyone easily set eyes upon it.
Tonight, it was growing brighter and brighter.
In the past several centuries, the stone steps and plaza before the Lingyan Pavilion had been absolutely deserted.
Tonight, these places were crowded with people.
The Imperial Guards vigilantly kept watch in all directions.
Xue Xingchuan sat upon his Red Cloud Qilin, indifferently gazing forward.
Straight ahead in the pitch-black darkness was the main gate of the Imperial City.
Tonight, the gate of the Imperial City was open, as if it was preparing to welcome guests.
At the moment, the Frost God Spear was in the Imperial Palace, releasing its incomparably tyrannical Qi.
He was here.
Then, who would dare come in?
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On this rainy night of early autumn, those who opposed the Tianhai Divine Empress's reign arrived in the capital from all over the continent, attempting to overthrow her in one fell swoop.