Chapter 868: Hard Resisting the Emperor's Might

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Several lines of text flashed before Chen Ling’s eyes simultaneously, but at this moment, he had no time to pay attention. The imperial might from the top level of the Emperor’s Path Ancient Tomb was like a great mountain, pressing the three of them firmly into the thick snow!

Broken snowflakes flew in the cold wind. Chen Ling supported his body with both hands, his fingers deeply dug into the snow, and his eyes glinted with anger.

"It's been a long time... a sickening feeling."

This wasn't the first time Chen Ling had been suppressed by imperial might. Back in the era’s archive, Ying Fu had used imperial might to make him breathless. Now, entering the Emperor’s Path Ancient Tomb, the scene replayed... but this time, the imperial might was even more terrifying!

Chen Ling detested imperial might; it felt like someone was holding his head down, forcing him to kowtow before them. Ying Fu had failed to make him kneel then, and naturally, Chen Ling wouldn't kneel before those lingering imperial wills now.

Amidst the swirling snow, Chen Ling’s hot breaths quickened. His grand red opera robe slowly tried to rise under the imperial might, like a giant bearing a mountain, his feet deeply embedded in the snow.

"Damn it... what's going on?!"

Jian Changsheng, pressed into the snow, gritted his teeth. He fiercely supported his body like Chen Ling, veins bulging on his neck, and growled in a low voice.

"They want to kill me," Chen Ling responded in a deep voice amidst the wind and snow.

"Are they crazy?! If they want to kill you, why are they suppressing us too?!"

"You're the one who designated Red Heart as the Actor Emperor; we came in with him, so we're probably considered his 'subjects'..." Sun Bumian also panted heavily beside them.

Both Chen Ling and Jian Changsheng were blessed by the Blood Robe of the God of War Path, allowing them to barely resist the imperial might. Sun Bumian, however, was only of the God of Opera Path, and his condition was worse than the other two.

But as his small, round sunglasses fell onto the snow, his eyes, nested with rings, seemed to be stimulated by the imperial might, gently rippling like waves!

A wisp of reincarnation aura emanated from him, and the corners of his black-and-red Tang suit flapped in the wind. He, too, managed to forcefully withstand the imperial might!

The imperial might surged like a majestic mountain, and the wind and snow raged with a mournful wail.

The grand red opera robe slowly steadied itself amidst the wildly swirling snow, then slowly lifted its head, a pair of eyes glaring furiously at the sky above.

"Are you... that afraid of me?"

In an era where no emperor had appeared for hundreds of years, a monster bearing an emperor's destiny suddenly emerged. He possessed a modern mindset, fundamentally rejecting the ways of feudal emperors. He wore an opera robe and carried a blade, bearing an "apocalyptic" aura that struck fear into all humans. Uninvited, he intruded into the Emperor’s Path Ancient Tomb, declaring his intent to kill emperors, and moments later, aimed to ascend to the "Flying Dragon in the Sky" where the lingering imperial wills resided...

How could those 470 lingering imperial wills not be afraid?

It was like a family living peacefully, when suddenly a terrifying alien monster appeared, donned an emotionless human skin, mumbled about destroying Earth, then casually used its fingerprint to unlock the front door and swaggered in, licking its lips. Now this alien, after being hit by a car and thrown out, wasn't dead. It stubbornly pressed its eyeball against the peephole and asked the family inside, "Are you that afraid of me?"

And so,

the majestic imperial might from the heavens grew even more powerful!

The grand red opera robe let out a muffled grunt, its knees again pressed deep into the snow. Jian Changsheng and Sun Bumian beside him nearly toppled headfirst into the snow.

Jian Changsheng's pupils gradually became bloodshot, his breathing grew heavier. Under the furious stimulation of the imperial might, an ancient killing intent emanated from within him!

Within that ancient killing intent, a figure filled with disdain for imperial might held a weapon, so sharp it seemed capable of piercing the heavens.

Shasha—

The young figure in the Tang suit casually and leisurely straightened up from the snow, idly sweeping the black hair from his forehead with his hand, and let out a somewhat helpless sigh.

A pair of colorful lion dance eyes completely took over his human eye sockets. Sun Bumian, at some unknown point, had transformed into a different person, his aura suddenly unfathomable, like a divine dragon swimming among the clouds, its head never seen, its tail never found.

Like the misty smoke after a firecracker explosion, it diffused gently around him. Within that smoke, firecrackers crackled like continuous thunder, and gongs, drums, and cheers surged from nothingness, as if crossing thousands of years.

Behind him, countless figures seemed to stand with clasped hands amidst the human world's smoke and fire, murmuring:

"May fortune and peace be with you, year after year."

Sun Bumian stood amidst the mist and the sounds of gongs and drums, like a benevolent deity from the human world. The majestic imperial might, completely dissolved by the prayers of countless people, flowed lightly past his side.

Finally,

the striking, vibrant vermilion opera robe in the center of the two slowly rose.

Countless pairs of scarlet eyes opened from the void behind him, filled with annoyance and rage towards the imperial pressure. As Chen Ling's lips parted slightly, an "apocalyptic" level aura emanated:

"—Get out!!!"

Boom—!!

The three auras wildly intertwined, forcefully shattering the majestic imperial might that was descending from the sky. Brilliant, dazzling fragments of imperial might scattered down from the air like golden, scorching snowflakes.

A grand red opera robe, a black leather outfit, and an ancient Tang suit stood calmly amidst the swirling snow and imperial might, like three towering statues.

Several kilometers away from them.

The thick snow and soil shifted slightly, and a bandaged head quietly emerged, like a small flower silently growing out of the mud.

He gazed blankly at the fragments of imperial might fluttering in the distance and the three vaguely standing figures, remaining silent.

Dong—!!

A thunderous roar came from the sky, startling the youths in linen robes who were gritting their teeth and pressing forward through the wind and snow!

They all looked up at the sky simultaneously, only to see a brilliant, dazzling golden pillar of divine light piercing through the heavens, descending like a god's hammer crashing down upon the human world. The majestic imperial might churned, and everyone was awestruck by this scene!

"That, that is..."

"Is it a miracle?! A miracle has appeared! I told you this place was a formidable ancient tomb!!"

"What a terrifying pillar of light, it even pierced through the sky?"

"Is it just my imagination? Why do I feel like there's someone beneath this pillar of light? As if they were struck down from the sky."

"That's impossible. With a divine phenomenon like this, how could anyone survive... Even if someone was there, they'd surely be dead by now."

The aftershocks of the imperial might reverberated in the air. To these ordinary children, it was nothing short of a divine miracle. Upon seeing this, they instinctively felt an urge to kneel and submit, and some had already fallen to their knees with a thud.