Chapter 209: Thunder Prison Shakes the Heavens
Lu Qingyang looked at the item rewards brought back from this Simulation.
A trace of joy flowed through his eyes.
“Since I have the armor, there’s naturally no need to choose again. Aside from that, the cauldron and the seal are the most precious.”
“The Demon Race’s Sacred Water may have heaven-defying effects, but it offers very little help to me right now.”
Lu Qingyang fixed his gaze on the other two items from the Human Immortal Remnant Shells.
“Among spiritual treasures, for offense, nothing is more useful than a sword or a seal.”
“One seal pressed down, suppressing mountains and rivers!”
With that thought, Lu Qingyang no longer hesitated and spoke directly.
“Bring it back! The Human Immortal Remnant Shells… the seal!”
【Ding! Congratulations, Host, on a successful retrieval.】
【Item Name: Thunder Prison Shakes the Heavens Seal】
【Item Origin: Obtained from exploring the Immortal Lord's Remains in the Simulation.】
【Item Analysis: The Thunder Prison Shakes the Heavens Seal, a third-tier top-grade offensive Immortal Artifact, forged from superior Immortal Ore.】
【Item Note: In this world, it ranks among the most precious of third-tier Immortal Artifacts. It shocks enemies without and guards the home within. Humans, demons, ghosts, fiends, beasts — none can escape its law.】
“Boom!”
As the System’s retrieval notification fell, a purple-gold light pillar projected from the void, landing before Lu Qingyang.
In that instant, a palm-sized square seal wreathed in terrifying lightning might appeared before him.
Waves of immortal authority poured from it, instantly filling the entire room, making Lu Qingyang’s hair stand on end.
“Hiss—!”
Lu Qingyang could not help but draw a sharp breath, his hands trembling uncontrollably as he reached out to stroke the Thunder Prison Shakes the Heavens Seal.
“Boom—!”
At that very moment, the originally clear sky suddenly grew dense with dark clouds, lightning flickering, wave after wave of muffled thunder sounding from beyond the Dharma Ship.
“A fine seal!”
It had actually pierced through the restrictions, drawing forth anomalous phenomena of heaven and earth!
Lu Qingyang’s eyes gleamed. He no longer hesitated, immediately beginning to refine the Thunder Prison Shakes the Heavens Seal on the spot.
As the refinement progressed, the Thunder Prison Shakes the Heavens Seal gradually shrank.
Finally, after the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Lu Qingyang flipped his right hand.
He had completely subdued the seal!
“Hm~!”
Accompanied by a soft hum, a palm-sized, ancient and profound black seal appeared in his palm.
“Hoo… now only Return to True remains.”
Listening to the long-cooled Return to True System notification by his ear, Lu Qingyang drew a deep breath.
“Return to True!”
“Whoosh!”
The moment the words left his mouth, the scene before his eyes began to flicker.
The same darkness came rolling in as always…
The Great Evil Dynasty.
Lu Qingyang had been in Return to True for sixteen years now, and he had just turned sixteen.
His cultivation was identical to the Simulation, having reached the peak of Nascent Soul.
Only this time, he did not make the mistakes he had in the Simulation.
I wonder if these imperial cultivators are simply bored out of their minds.
They actually enjoy hunting.
In the Simulation, I was denounced because I went out hunting and brought a female demon back to the palace.
Lu Qingyang recalled the Simulation’s course, his gaze flickering.
Naturally, he wouldn’t go out hunting for no reason, much less lose his head over a pretty face.
This Return to True poses no great danger in the lower realm. I don’t need to forcefully change the Simulation’s course.
I’ll just stay here quietly.
Lu Qingyang settled on a temporary plan for Return to True.
He decided not to stir up any extra trouble, and to simply ascend to the Immortal Realm first.
So this exceptionally talented Crown Prince of the Great Evil Dynasty spent every day cultivating in the depths of the palace.
He never involved himself in politics.
Even the petty schemes his two imperial brothers directed at him, he turned a blind eye to.
Just like that, time quickly arrived at Lu Qingyang’s three hundredth year.
Compared to the Simulation, the three-hundred-year-old Lu Qingyang had stepped into Dao Integration eighty years earlier than in the Simulation.
And it was in this year that the Great Evil Dynasty and another cultivation Dynasty began a cross-realm war!
…
“Your Majesty! The Great Rectitude Dynasty dares to openly send troops to provoke our Great Evil Dynasty!”
“This humble subject requests to lead the army and punish the Great Rectitude Dynasty!”
“This humble subject requests to go to war!”
“This humble subject…”
“This humble subject…”
Within a grand hall of the Great Evil Dynasty.
Civil and military officials knelt in a crowd, their expressions seething with outrage.
Clearly, the Great Rectitude Dynasty’s actions made them feel humiliated.
“Enough!”
The Emperor seated high above let out a heavy shout, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.
Clearly, he had his own decision.
And at the front of the crowd, Lu Qingyang looked at the towering man on the dragon throne, sighing inwardly.
His father was truly a hero of his age.
Not only had he risen from humble beginnings, founding the Great Evil Dynasty in the lower realm through his own strength alone.
Even in the future, upon reaching the Immortal Realm, he would through sheer force establish a Human Immortal-level Immortal Sect.
He could well be called a heaven-favored prodigy!
Even in the Immortal Realm, my cheap father is a textbook Chosen One template.
I wonder, if the Simulation had continued back then, how far my father could have gone?
Lu Qingyang could not help but sigh inwardly with boundless emotion.
But just as Lu Qingyang’s thoughts swirled.
A powerful voice suddenly rang out by his ear.
“Yang’er, why are you not speaking?”
“Hm?”
Hearing this voice, Lu Qingyang was startled.
He raised his head to look.
There, seated high on the dragon throne, the heroic and imposing man was frowning at him.
“Imperial Father, your son was contemplating a strategy against the enemy.”
Lu Qingyang snapped to his senses and slowly bowed.
His expression was calm, his tone tranquil as he replied.
“Oh? If so, have you one?”
Lu Tianzhu had never held too many expectations for his cultivation-obsessed son in matters of politics.
Though he had once offered advice.
But if his son could truly cultivate a通天 great path, why bother with such trivial matters.
Yet hearing that Lu Qingyang was actually contemplating a strategy against the enemy, he suddenly grew interested.
“Imperial Father, the Great Rectitude Dynasty has been our Great Evil’s mortal enemy since its founding.”
“For a thousand years, they have repeatedly violated our borders.”
“Your son believes that this time, we should give them a fierce head-on blow.”
“Better one pain than a hundred itches!”
Lu Qingyang casually offered a vague and noncommittal strategy.
After so many Simulations and Returns to True, what occasion, what political matter had he not seen?
In a situation like this, he only needed to offer some wishy-washy strategy.
But who would have thought that the moment these words left his mouth, they struck right at Lu Tianzhu’s heart.
“Smack!”
Lu Tianzhu suddenly slammed his hand on the dragon throne’s armrest.
His gaze burning as he stared at Lu Qingyang.
“Good! We will do as you say!”
“By Our decree, the army shall assemble. Within the Great Evil Dynasty’s territories, all sects and clans, every cultivator above Golden Core, shall garrison at the Border Star!”
“We will deliver a fatal blow to the Great Rectitude Dynasty this time!”
“Let them know that Our Great Evil is not a place they can come and go as they please.”
Lu Tianzhu spoke with heroic spirit.
At the same time, his eyes shot forth a sharp edge.
His entire life had been spent on horseback, campaigning in all directions.
He had never known defeat. Why would he fear a fight?
And Lu Qingyang certainly had not expected that a single casual sentence of his would earn such regard from his Imperial Father.
But in the next second, he froze.
“Yang’er, this campaign shall be led by you, on your father’s behalf!”