“Jiang Lang!”

In the Eastern Region of the present world, Linzi City. A woman, beautiful as a flower and with a charming demeanor, is using her jade fingers to peel grapes and feed them into the mouth of a man dressed in a light, thin shirt, who is reclining on a long chair.

Beside him, another pure and beautiful girl obediently sits, holding a cup of wine in her hand.

Not far away, jade and coral support a lamp stand, casting a warm glow that fills the courtyard.

The man on the long chair is effeminately handsome and lazy in his demeanor. He eats a grape leisurely and takes a sip of wine.

“Are the grapes delicious?” the beautiful woman with a charming demeanor asks.

The master of Yangxin Palace, who rests five days a week and absolutely doesn’t handle official business during that time, is a complete opposite of his diligent, conscientious, cautious, and prudent Crown Prince brother.

He smiles and lowers his gaze, his voice deep and lingering: “Naturally, they are human delicacies.”

“Dislike! Where are you looking!”

Yet, despite saying she dislikes it, she leans forward a bit more.

Beneath the lamp, she looks at the beauty, everything just right, precisely when something should happen.

But Jiang Wuxie suddenly sits up.

The sitting Jiang Wuxie and the reclining Jiang Wuxie seem like two completely different people.

The thin clothes still hang loosely, his body lines clearly exposed, a hint of intoxication not yet faded from his face… but he no longer appears dissolute. Instead, he is full of nobility, radiating an aura of authority without being angry.

Whether it was the charming beauty who had been subtly fawning over him or the pure girl with eyes full of affection, they were both silent at this moment, not daring to disturb his thoughts.

He wasn’t thinking much.

He just smiled lightly: “It seems I can’t wait any longer.”

He stretched out both hands, holding the hands of the two beauties respectively: “The time I’ve spent with you two has truly been unforgettable.”

The charming beauty initiated a fragrant kiss, kissing his lips, his neck, and whispering in his ear: “Jiang Lang, for you, I am willing to do anything…”

The pure girl then held Jiang Wuxie’s hand, slowly lowered her head, and pressed her face against it. Her boundless tenderness was all expressed without words.

And Jiang Wuxie lightly kissed the charming beauty’s cheek, touched the pure girl’s hair, and then stood up.

He left the long chair and walked forward.

With each step forward, he also ascended higher.

He just stepped into the void like this, climbing higher step by step.

He just walked out of this courtyard like this, walked out of the manor. He just rose higher than the rooftops, higher than the city walls, even higher than the tallest stargazing tower in the city!

A strand of hair on his forehead fluttered in the wind, dividing his handsome, somewhat feminine face into two parts: one bright, connecting with the full starry sky, and the other dark, covering the long night of Linzi.

Many people in Linzi City witnessed this scene. They saw the master of Yangxin Palace, who always competed and contended with Chang Le Palace and Hua Ying Palace, but whose cultivation never progressed, so ostentatiously fly to the heights of Linzi tonight!

All the civil and military officials of Great Qi would see this scene, and the Emperor of Great Qi would not miss it either.

He, the master of Yangxin Palace, Jiang Wuxie.

Suspended in the night sky inlaid with billions of stars, he himself became a star!

People looked up at the sky, and the thousands of gazes represented thousands of different emotions.

Whether goodwill or malice, Jiang Wuxie didn’t care.

As a ruler of the world, he receives the thoughts of ten thousand people. He learned early from his father that there is no need to force everyone to be loyal. The superiority of a state system lies in its ability to encompass everything, to tolerate those who dislike oneself and those one dislikes, to blend all thoughts, and gather all strength.

To him, cultivation was also like this.

At this moment, he is suspended in the high sky, ten thousand star lights adding to his body, and he himself is emitting light! This light rises from the five palaces, wanders from the four seas, scatters open the hundred bones, and appears in heaven and earth.

This is an incomparably bright red light, covering him, vaguely forming into the shape of a tripod!

The tripod holds the weight of the world, the tripod is a supreme ritual vessel!

Inside the courtyard of the manor Jiang Wuxie walked out of, that charming beauty and pure girl both sat cross-legged, their ten fingers intertwined, like intertwined lovers, forming a red furnace seal.

The red tripod covering Jiang Wuxie shone even brighter.

And in some places in the east of the city, in Great Marsh County, in Bei County, in Shen Country, on Haimen Island… red light came.

Even in Jixia Academy, the most popular teacher among the students, Teacher Qin Liang Qin, suddenly stopped his teaching whip, stepped out of the lecturing laurel platform step by step, stepped out of Jixia Academy… just outside the gate of Jixia, he looked up to see his lord.

Beneath that red tripod, a great fire ignited.

In the rushing sky-high firelight and red light, Jiang Wuxie stood leisurely.

It seemed as if he was not being roasted by the fierce fire, did not feel the high temperature, seemed as if he did not know pain, was not enduring the instant thousand-fold forging of his body at this moment.

Emperor, supreme. Emperor, stands at the extreme sky.

How can one rule ten thousand people without experiencing a hundred worlds of calamity?

There are inscriptions on the red tripod, which are characters of the Dao. From time to time, they fly into the sky and escape the ground, floating and sinking in the red light.

Those with extremely good eyesight can see them. Word by word, they fly, their meaning profound.

Some say: “Red dust and white hair are not my intention, just lovesickness is too lazy to turn back.”

Or say: “Hundred rivers finally reach the sea, emotion threads each form a knot.”

Or say: “Heaven and earth are like a furnace, molding my golden body!”

In Hua Ying Palace, Jiang Wuyou stopped her sword dance movements and glanced at the night sky.

“《Red Dust Heaven and Earth Tripod》?”

She smiled: “Raising the furnace for so many years, ninth brother has ascended to heaven in one step.”

She lifted her hand and flung her long sword back into its sheath, hooked her index finger, and grabbed a long spear from the weapon rack beside the training field.

Her high ponytail swung a clean line in the air. She stretched her beautiful figure, and just under this moonlight, she and the spear became one, soaring freely, playing a set of 《Hundred Birds Salute Phoenix》—

That is Jiang Wuxie’s proud spear technique.

The secret cultivation method passed down by Emperor Qi Wu, 《Red Dust Heaven and Earth Tripod》!

Not many people in this world actually know this name.

It is Emperor Qi Wu’s self-created, top-level dual cultivation method, which uses heaven and earth as a furnace, red dust to cast a tripod, yin and yang as flame, and cause and effect as fuel…

This is not a method of harvesting and supplementing, it is the wondrous proof of yin and yang.

For a thousand years since the passing of Wu Ancestor, only he, Jiang Wuxie, has succeeded in cultivating it. He is also the most similar to Wu Ancestor!

Countless people in the court and the country were sleepless tonight.

Yangdi Qingyang Town, Zhengsheng Hall.

The hunchbacked old man slowly walked out of the hall, painstakingly lifted his eyes to look at the sky, looking remotely in the direction of Linzi, looking at the red glow dyeing the night sky, and did not speak for a long time.

Dugu Xiao brought a pot of hot tea, warmed it carefully, and quietly waited at the side.

The era of Emperor Qi Wu had long passed, but in this vast land, his mark had long been deeply imprinted. In the surge of historical tides, his resounding voice never dissipated.

Jiang Wuxie’s divine arrival in one step tonight shocked the entire country. It solemnly marked a new chapter for the Wu Emperor.

But all this originally didn’t need to be greatly surprising, he knew from the beginning what he could possess.

At this moment, his body is in the red tripod, standing high in the night sky, seemingly wanting to ride the wind away, but there are ten thousand threads of red dust pulling him into the human world.

He slightly lifted his right hand, gently brushed over the front, as if brushing over a lover’s cheek. Those red dust threads that cannot be seen with the naked eye were just gently brushed open like this.

Suddenly, the red light flashed, and the red tripod carried him, like a star hiding in the star river, disappearing without a trace after a flash.

People looked up at the sky, only to see the moonlight as before. The red tripod and Wuxie were all gone, that magnificent scene, actually like an illusionary dream.

Inside Chang Le Palace.

Crown Princess Song Ning’er walked near the window and asked curiously: “What is the Crown Prince laughing at?”

Jiang Wuhua, dressed in casual clothes, was at the edge of the window. In front of him was a small red clay furnace, with fire burning inside, and a pot of wine gurgling and boiling on the furnace.

He concentrated on observing the degree of the fire, a natural smile on his face: “There are always two or three beautiful things in the world. For example, this pot of wine that is about to be boiled, for example, Ninth Brother’s successful cultivation of the Luan Tripod and the proof of his golden body. These things all make me joyful.”

Song Ning’er didn’t ask him whether he was truly happy, that question was too complex. She just lightly sniffed the wine aroma and happily stretched out her hand: “So fragrant!”

Jiang Wuhua stopped her and said: “It will only be considered boiled good in another moment, then you can drink it.”

Knowing that her husband was strict with food and drink, Song Ning’er no longer struggled, and changed the subject: “Where is the master of Yangxin Palace going?”

“Choosing to cast the tripod at this time, he naturally has his matters.” Jiang Wuhua smiled nonchalantly: “I don’t know. I think he doesn’t want me to know either. I also won’t try to know.”

These words were said awkwardly, but Song Ning’er heard them very clearly.

She walked to Jiang Wuhua’s side and leaned gently on his shoulder: “The fire isn’t ready yet, I’ll wait with you.”

Always, although Jiang Wuxie always had the title of “quite like Wu Ancestor”, he also successfully contended for the position of palace master, gaining the support of the Zongren Bureau, and having good operations in court and in the wild. But among the four palace masters, he actually belonged to the relatively weaker one.

Of course, he also had a bad reputation for being “indulgent in female beauty”.

But the main reason was still his cultivation.

The so-called hidden dragon, the so-called immeasurable heavenly might. Since ancient times, descendants of the imperial family have had their own cultivation system. Before great success, they rarely displayed their power to others. Emperors like Jiang Shu and Si Yuan, who held power from horseback and personally led military expeditions all year round, were all in the minority.

Just like the imperial clan does not ascend to the Yellow River Assembly, just like Jiang Wuqi initially sparred with Jiang Wang, he also specially invited him back to Changsheng Palace, and the outcome was not announced.

Jiang Wuxie obviously wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps from the beginning, wanting to combine the advantages of the current Emperor and the Wu Ancestor, both civil and military, and also romantically deep in emotion.

But he did not succeed in setting out.

In the Heaven-Passing Realm battle with great momentum that year, cultivating with the 《Supreme Ziwei Central Heaven Canon》, he lost to Wang Yiwu in front of everyone, becoming a stepping stone, allowing the latter to achieve the fame of the first Heaven-Passing Realm throughout history.

Of course, Wang Yiwu’s fame later also became Jiang Wang’s stepping stone.

Just after that battle, Jiang Wuxie completely gave up on competing for the first in the same realm and rarely publicly made a move again. Even if he made a move, it was always not very conspicuous.

His cultivation progress was also not fast, always slow and leisurely. It seemed that his sharp spirit had been lost, and he had already stagnated.

Since ancient times, those blocked by the heaven-human barrier are like fish crossing a river, countless. There is no lack of those who performed outstandingly in each of the front six realms, praised as heavenly proud ones, and finally could not cross the heaven-human barrier, stopping at divine arrival, and aging. So there have always been voices saying that the master of Yangxin Palace’s heart nature can no longer be raised, or that he will stop at his current level.

After today, these voices will all disappear.

Jiang Wuxie successfully cast the Luan Tripod, his body proved divine arrival, and he has officially walked side by side with the Crown Prince and the master of Hua Ying Palace in cultivation. In this dragon-contending game, he has carved out his heroic posture.

Everyone says that before divine arrival and after divine arrival are two worlds. Not achieving divine arrival also became an important reason restricting the development of Jiang Wuxie’s power.

But to Jiang Wuxie, that was just how others felt about divine arrival, he always saw no difference—he always knew where he could go.

Just like at this moment, he brushed open the red dust threads and traveled the universe alone. Far away from the present world, wandering in the starry sky.

How dare he casually arrive at divine arrival for this matter?

The vast universe has various heavens and ten thousand realms, hiding endless dangers. But compared to other dangers, the most fatal is actually losing one’s way.

The universe is too vast, too remote, any environment is possible to exist in any form. Even with a star chart in hand, corresponding stars one by one, it is not certain that one can find their position. And once lost, it is fundamentally impossible to fly back without a few hundred or a few thousand years. The five hundred and eighteen years of divine arrival life is just a snap of the fingers in the universe.

Since ancient times, how many cultivators have stepped outside of heaven and never returned?

Countless already!

But Jiang Wuxie is different.

The highest merit of the Great Qi imperial family, 《Supreme Ziwei Central Heaven Canon》, has two parts: heaven warp and earth weft. Among the contemporary imperial princes and princesses, only four people have been passed it. Plus the deposed Crown Prince in Green Stone Palace, there are only five people.

Among the four palace masters contending for the supreme position, he is the one who understands it the deepest and learns it the best.

Of course, one can say that the Crown Prince conceals his light and raises obscurity, say that the master of Hua Ying Palace forms her own Dao and martial arts, say that the master of Changsheng Palace’s merit is not in this. But the Zongren Bureau after all gave him the highest recognition as the master of Yangxin Palace, calling it promoting the law and noble imperial.

What is “heaven warp and earth weft”?

Heaven rules, earth measures. Heaven’s laws, earth’s principles.

They are irrefutable reasons between heaven and earth!

For example, the sun rises and the moon sets, for example, spring, summer, autumn, and winter. For example… star arrays.

At this moment, a red tripod roams the star sea, Jiang Wuxie stands on the ear of the tripod, his effeminate eyes at this moment are incomparably clear, in an instant turning into a noble purple.

He observes the universe with Ziwei Star eyes, lifts his finger and draws virtually, a complex three-dimensional star chart has already appeared in front of him. Stars are born and die within it, constantly illusioning and extinguishing. Four Symbols Star Domain, South Dipper Star Domain, North Dipper Star Domain…

Countless kinds of changes occur with every breath. The universe is infinitely mysterious, infinitely remote, fundamentally boundless.

Yet he can see clear paths within it!

That group that went to the Floating Land world several years ago, transforming into star generals and contending for kingship. They were connected through the Seven Stars secret realm, originally there was no path to speak of. If they wanted to visit again, they would have to wait another hundred years.

Initially, when Ruan Qu asked Jiang Wang for the star chart of the Floating Land world, the Heavenly Kui Jiang Wang spread both hands and said that he also followed fate and fundamentally did not know where the Floating Land world was.

Not to mention that it is now sealed by Ao Kui with the Begging Life As Is Bowl, it has almost become a hidden world in the universe, like the hidden stars of the North Dipper, invisible in vision—this further increases the difficulty of capturing it.

But Jiang Wuxie relied on the arrangements left in the Floating Land world once, and after his divine arrival in one step, he relied on the Red Dust Heaven and Earth Tripod to hook his emotion threads and find that specific position in the vast universe!

Although the Floating Land is trapped and locked, countless kinds of responses are blocked. But is there a door in the world that can block lovesickness?

What Jiang Wuxie seeks is not the Floating Land world, but the red face who helped him achieve the Red Dust Heaven and Earth Tripod, his lover encountered in the world outside of heaven.

He grasped that three-dimensional star chart, and then stepped into that wonderful, unspeakable, remote path connected by emotion threads with one step of the red tripod—

“Yu Ling, I’ve come to pick you up.”

Crossing the distance of the universe, advancing more than ninety years of time, continuing the previous fate!

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