As Chen An's teacher, Dong Heng, despite being a great scholar in Dahua country, did not have strong martial arts skills, just average.
In a sense, he and Liu Chu belonged to the same category, both lacking strong martial talent.
But despite not having strong martial skills, Dong Heng was strong in another aspect.
That was his health.
At his current age of seventy or eighty, Dong Heng still appeared strong and powerful, looking no different from an ordinary middle-aged man, which was a testament to his health.
Many elderly people at this age would die happily if they could live like this.
And now, Dong Heng said he was about to die.
Chen An couldn't help but fall silent.
He knew his teacher would not lie to him.
If he said he was about to die, then it must be true.
For people like them, as the end approached, they would usually have a sense and know when their body would expire.
"No need to be sad."
Seeing Chen An's thoughts, Dong Heng smiled, "People aging and dying is the most natural thing in this world."
"Moreover, at my age, I have lived long enough and had a fulfilling life, what is there not to be satisfied with?"
"You should be happy for me, Chang'an."
"Yes."
Chen An nodded.
Compared to others, Dong Heng's life was already complete.
He was a renowned great scholar, with outstanding achievements in many fields, even the national army would pay respect to him if they saw him.
He also had many disciples.
Many students who studied at the national academy in recent years could be counted as his students.
Even Chen An himself was just one of his students.
In many aspects, he had achieved what others could only envy.
"No need to feel sad about my departure."
Looking at Chen An, Dong Heng smiled, "Chang'an, what I admired most about you in the beginning was your indifferent heart to worldly things."
"There seems to be nothing in this world that can disturb you."
"You value martial arts, but not as obsessed as others, you resent the Chen Guogong Manor, but remain indifferent, you love reading, but not as concerned about the principles as others."
"At that time, I was thinking, is there anything in this world that could make you feel agitated?"
"Now it seems, there is."
He paused, then smiled again, "The death of the Fourth Princess seems to have upset you a lot."
"Yes."
Chen An smiled bitterly, "It's not so much upset, just suddenly feel that in this life, we are all going to leave eventually, as if nothing has meaning anymore."
"No."
Dong Heng maintained his smile and looked at his favorite disciple, speaking softly, "There is always meaning."
"As long as a person lives, exists, they will leave their mark, and they will always have their own meaning."
"I am already in my eighties, have written many books in my lifetime, and have countless disciples. Do you think this has meaning?"
"Of course, it has meaning."
Chen An nodded.
Dong Heng was a recognized great scholar, had written many books in his lifetime, and taught many students.
Even if he passed away, his deeds would be recorded in history books and highlighted.
"The Fourth Princess is the same."
Dong Heng continued, "Although she has left, she has left her mark."
"She has children, and she has you, her husband, who will always remember her."
"All living creatures in this world, even as small as ants, will eventually leave their mark. Even if they are gone, this mark will remain and influence future generations."
"In this world, it is the sum of all these marks."
"So who can say that their existence is meaningless?"
Dong Heng spoke softly, continuing to impart wisdom to Chen An as usual.
It felt like they had returned to the past, where the teacher was still the teacher and the student was still the student.
"Student understands."
Chen An nodded.
He naturally understood the truths that Dong Heng spoke of.
At the end of the day, Chen An was a transmigrator.
He may not have fully understood many truths, but he had known them from his previous life.
But what use was it to know all the truths.
In this world, there were countless people who knew all the truths but still couldn't live a good life.
The truth was always there, but those who could truly comprehend it were few.
Seeing Chen An's thoughtful expression, Dong Heng smiled and did not continue speaking, just gestured for him to stand aside.
Out of past understanding, Chen An stood by Dong Heng's side and prepared ink and paper for him.
It was as if he was still an ordinary student by Dong Heng's side.
For the next month, everything seemed to return to the way it was before.
During the last month of his life, Dong Heng seemed to not do much.
He just lived a routine life, constantly copying some books.
Most of these books were brought from other countries.
Well, to be precise, they were looted.
In the past decades, Chen An had conquered several countries, and besides other spoils, various books were also brought back.
Many of these books were unique copies.
From that time onwards, Dong Heng, as a great scholar at the national academy, began tirelessly copying these books.
And this behavior had not changed until now.
At the end of his life, he was still doing the same.
A month later, on a sunny afternoon, Dong Heng also left.
He left with a smile on his face, still sitting at the desk, seemingly contemplating how to transcribe the next book.
In the blink of an eye, his breath completely disappeared, leaving no trace of life.
Chen An watched the whole process in silence.
So, after the funeral of the Fourth Princess, he promptly arranged the funeral for his teacher Dong Heng.
There was no other way.
The Fourth Princess still had Chen An as her husband and two children.
But teacher Dong Heng had never married in his life, and perhaps only his students like Chen An could arrange a funeral for him.
Many of Dong Heng's former students came to the funeral upon hearing the news.
For a while, the crowd surged, and the spacious hall was almost filled with the arriving crowd.
In the end, Chen An had to make several more arrangements to accommodate so many people.
If ordinary people saw this scene, they would probably feel moved and think that after Dong Heng's death, so many disciples still came, and it was not in vain for his life.
But Chen An did not see it that way.
With his eyes, he naturally saw many things.
Among those who came to participate in the funeral, many had impure intentions.
They might not have originally intended to come, but seeing Chen An presiding over the funeral, they decided to come.
In the end, they wanted to use the funeral to build a relationship with Chen An.
There were too many people with such thoughts, resulting in the hall being crowded.
As for those who genuinely came to mourn?
There were a few.
But in terms of numbers, there were probably very few.
If others saw this situation, they would probably think that those who came had impure intentions.
But if Dong Heng were still alive and saw this situation, how would he react?
He would probably laugh heartily.
After pondering for a moment, Chen An finally found the answer.
For teacher Dong Heng, he would not care whether those people had sincere intentions or not.
As long as they were willing to come, toast to him, pay respects to their teacher, he would be pleased.
As for the various dirty thoughts and intentions underneath, he would just smile and ignore them.
Thinking of this, Chen An seemed to be lost in thought.
Time continued to pass.
The lively funeral gradually subsided.
After this incident, everything in Shengjing seemed to return to normal.
Chen An also forgot about his grief and gradually returned to his normal life.
He still lived in his Chen Guogong Manor, living a life similar to his past.
Besides practicing and enjoying the flowers, he would also visit a few places where his old friends were and chat with them.
Perhaps as he grew older, he liked reminiscing about the past more. Nowadays, both Cheng Zheng and Liu Chu were more talkative than before.
They enjoyed talking about the good old days with Chen An.
As they chatted, they would inevitably think back to the present, and they couldn't help but sigh.
After many years, they had all changed a lot.
Cheng Zheng had grown white hair on his head and looked like an old man.
Of course, he was indeed getting old.
After all, by this age, he was already over seventy.
At this age, he should have stopped and enjoyed life, but he insisted on working harder, dealing with many government affairs every day.
As he said, he wanted to do more things before he died, to pave the way for the prince's future.
As for Liu Chu, he had also aged, but his life seemed much more carefree.
After the previous battles, he had bought a large mansion and had many concubines and beautiful women living in it, enjoying himself there when there was nothing to do.
Chen An shook his head at the whole process.
Although he didn't understand much about health, he knew that Liu Chu's lifestyle would not lead to a long life.
He had advised several times, but Liu Chu refused to listen, and his words left Chen An speechless.
"I'm already this age, can't I enjoy life properly?"
Listening to Liu Chu's drunken words, Chen An had no words to respond and could only let him be.
Upon careful consideration, it seemed to make sense.
In this world of short average lifespans, people like Liu Chu, Cheng Zheng, and others never knew when they might pass away.
In this situation, it seemed unnecessary to advise against it.
Let him be.
Chen An felt relieved in his heart and no longer tried to persuade.
Actually, not only others, but Chen An himself had changed a lot.
On the surface, he still seemed young, with a look in his early thirties, long black hair, resembling a young man.
But in reality, his body was gradually weakening.
In the end, essence energy was still mortal, merely living longer than ordinary people.
But at his current age, Chen An had also come down from his peak.
If there were no surprises in the future, his physical condition would probably continue to weaken.
Of course, because essence energy cultivators had a longer lifespan, this period of time was still quite long.
In the past, Chen An might have started to feel anxious.
But after the passing of the Fourth Princess and his teacher Dong Heng, he seemed to have completely calmed down.
He let go of many things and began to enjoy life, observing everything around him earnestly.
Occasionally, he would take his grandchildren out for a stroll to let them see the hardships of ordinary people and provide help within his capabilities.
Everything happened naturally and was what he wanted to do.
But something strange happened.
Before, when Chen An was eager to practice and strive to reach the Innate Realm, he couldn't seem to touch that threshold.
But when he truly disregarded it all and no longer obsessively pursued it, he began to feel the opportunity to advance.
In these years, he had not given up on cultivation but had integrated it into his life, turning it into a unique way of life.
On a calm night, after Chen An finished meditating once again, he had a premonition in his heart.
The sensing of aura and energy within him gave him a big hint.
What was previously stuck in front, unable to break through, cracked in silence, revealing a gap.
So he stopped in his tracks and returned to the mansion in Shengjing.
This mansion was originally the Fourth Princess's, holding many memories for Chen An.
At the time when memories were most vivid, there were not only the Fourth Princess and Chen An but also their two children.
But now, the Fourth Princess had passed away, and the two children had long ago started their own families, each with their own affairs.
Now, within the mansion, only a few servants were responsible for maintenance.
But that was just fine.
With no one else around, it was peaceful.
Chen An moved into the mansion and started his cultivation.
He seemed to be practicing martial arts, but every morning, the sound of clear reading would echo from the room, very distinct.
Outside the mansion, peach blossoms slowly bloomed, exuding a new vitality.
Time slowly passed.
Another three years went by.
During this time, Chen An had completely immersed himself in seclusion, with no news coming out.
People had also gotten used to Chen Wang's absence.
After all, in the past, Chen An had kept a very low profile, often going for years without any news.
Compared to the past, three years of no news now didn't seem abnormal.
Even Chen Zheng and the other old friends didn't know what Chen An was up to, but they could sense that he was spending less time outside.
This had made Cheng Zheng and Liu Chu somewhat worried.
Due to their concerns, Cheng Zheng even tried to introduce beautiful noble daughters to Chen An for a remarriage.
Chen An could only smile wryly and reject them, saying he was fine.
Time continued to pass.
In the third year of Chen An's return to Shengjing, something big finally happened.
In the desolate back desert, a madman rose up.
He was a martial artist who came from the Northern grasslands and called himself the Desert Law King, wielding a scepter as he came from the North.
He came from the grasslands, challenging the strongest in each country he passed through.
Along the way, he had not tasted defeat.
The Duke of Lu, the Valiant Marquis of Song had all faced him but were defeated in less than ten moves.
It was heard that five essence energy masters had teamed up to surround and kill him once but still couldn't beat him, being directly defeated by him.
For a while, the name of the Desert Law King rose.
Although the Law King's reputation was great, he did not engage in extreme killings.
He seemed to only want to experience different martial arts, challenge different experts, and had no intention of killing.
As the ruler of this land, Dahua naturally would not let him off.
In the palace, Cheng Zheng looked down at the martial arts field below, his face somewhat grim.
In front of him, several people were lying on the ground, each showing signs of essence energy.
Standing among everyone was a middle-aged man with a thin body, wearing a peculiar robe.
The middle-aged man's skin was thin and sallow, his face always calm, his ancient and serene eyes always carrying a sense of superiority.
"Gentlemen, forgive me."
The Law King held his scepter, clasped his hands together, making a strange Buddhist gesture.
Silence reigned everywhere.
Because just now, the Law King had done an extremely bold thing.
In front of Cheng Zheng, he had simultaneously challenged three royal disciples and had emerged victorious, appearing effortlessly throughout.
Such terrifying strength was suffocating.
The essence energy was so terrifyingly immense that everyone couldn't help but feel unsettled and oppressed.
The guards on duty around were tense, with many already sweating profusely.
Initially, many had doubts.
The Law King had challenged so many experts along the way, humiliated so many people, so how had he managed to remain alive until now?
Now it seemed it was not because those people were generous, but because they simply couldn't manage it.
The Law King indeed had this strength.
To put it bluntly, at this moment, all three royal disciples guarding Shengjing had been defeated. If the Law King were to attack the Emperor now, they would be powerless to stop him.
The guards?
They were useless.
Although the imperial palace's guards were strict, even an ordinary essence energy cultivator might not be able to withstand, let alone the terrifying Law King before them.
If the Law King were to take action in a fit of rage, they would have no way to stop him.
That was why Cheng Zheng's face was so grim.
How many people could endure the threat to their lives by another?
"Your Majesty, should we temporarily retreat?"
A court official next to him, with a changed expression, spoke softly to Cheng Zheng.
"Are you telling me to flee in the face of the enemy?"
Cheng Zheng narrowed his eyes, "Am I someone who fears death?"
The court official helplessly withdrew.
Cheng Zheng couldn't help but sigh, "Unfortunately, if Chang'an were here, what would I have to fear?"
As if understanding his inner thoughts, the Law King's voice came from the front.
"I've heard that in Dahua, Prince Chen has formidable cultivation and his strength is unrivaled in the Central Plains."
The Law King clasped his hands together, his face calm and serene, "I have come here this time hoping to challenge the expert of various countries, would it be possible to have a battle with Prince Chen?"
Silence spread throughout the area.
As Chen An's teacher, Dong Heng, despite being a great scholar in Dahua country, did not have strong martial arts skills, just average.
In a sense, he and Liu Chu belonged to the same category, both lacking strong martial talent.
But despite not having strong martial skills, Dong Heng was strong in another aspect.
That was his health.
At his current age of seventy or eighty, Dong Heng still appeared strong and powerful, looking no different from an ordinary middle-aged man, which was a testament to his health.
Many elderly people at this age would die happily if they could live like this.
And now, Dong Heng said he was about to die.
Chen An couldn't help but fall silent.
He knew his teacher would not lie to him.
If he said he was about to die, then it must be true.
For people like them, as the end approached, they would usually have a sense and know when their body would expire.
"No need to be sad."
Seeing Chen An's thoughts, Dong Heng smiled, "People aging and dying is the most natural thing in this world."
"Moreover, at my age, I have lived long enough and had a fulfilling life, what is there not to be satisfied with?"
"You should be happy for me, Chang'an."
"Yes."
Chen An nodded.
Compared to others, Dong Heng's life was already complete.
He was a renowned great scholar, with outstanding achievements in many fields, even the national army would pay respect to him if they saw him.
He also had many disciples.
Many students who studied at the national academy in recent years could be counted as his students.
Even Chen An himself was just one of his students.
In many aspects, he had achieved what others could only envy.
"No need to feel sad about my departure."
Looking at Chen An, Dong Heng smiled, "Chang'an, what I admired most about you in the beginning was your indifferent heart to worldly things."
"There seems to be nothing in this world that can disturb you."
"You value martial arts, but not as obsessed as others, you resent the Chen Guogong Manor, but remain indifferent, you love reading, but not as concerned about the principles as others."
"At that time, I was thinking, is there anything in this world that could make you feel agitated?"
"Now it seems, there is."
He paused, then smiled again, "The death of the Fourth Princess seems to have upset you a lot."
"Yes."
Chen An smiled bitterly, "It's not so much upset, just suddenly feel that in this life, we are all going to leave eventually, as if nothing has meaning anymore."
"No."
Dong Heng maintained his smile and looked at his favorite disciple, speaking softly, "There is always meaning."
"As long as a person lives, exists, they will leave their mark, and they will always have their own meaning."
"I am already in my eighties, have written many books in my lifetime, and have countless disciples. Do you think this has meaning?"
"Of course, it has meaning."
Chen An nodded.
Dong Heng was a recognized great scholar, had written many books in his lifetime, and taught many students.
Even if he passed away, his deeds would be recorded in history books and highlighted.
"The Fourth Princess is the same."
Dong Heng continued, "Although she has left, she has left her mark."
"She has children, and she has you, her husband, who will always remember her."
"All living creatures in this world, even as small as ants, will eventually leave their mark. Even if they are gone, this mark will remain and influence future generations."
"In this world, it is the sum of all these marks."
"So who can say that their existence is meaningless?"
Dong Heng spoke softly, continuing to impart wisdom to Chen An as usual.
It felt like they had returned to the past, where the teacher was still the teacher and the student was still the student.
"Student understands."
Chen An nodded.
He naturally understood the truths that Dong Heng spoke of.
At the end of the day, Chen An was a transmigrator.
He may not have fully understood many truths, but he had known them from his previous life.
But what use was it to know all the truths.
In this world, there were countless people who knew all the truths but still couldn't live a good life.
The truth was always there, but those who could truly comprehend it were few.
Seeing Chen An's thoughtful expression, Dong Heng smiled and did not continue speaking, just gestured for him to stand aside.
Out of past understanding, Chen An stood by Dong Heng's side and prepared ink and paper for him.
It was as if he was still an ordinary student by Dong Heng's side.
For the next month, everything seemed to return to the way it was before.
During the last month of his life, Dong Heng seemed to not do much.
He just lived a routine life, constantly copying some books.
Most of these books were brought from other countries.
Well, to be precise, they were looted.
In the past decades, Chen An had conquered several countries, and besides other spoils, various books were also brought back.
Many of these books were unique copies.
From that time onwards, Dong Heng, as a great scholar at the national academy, began tirelessly copying these books.
And this behavior had not changed until now.
At the end of his life, he was still doing the same.
A month later, on a sunny afternoon, Dong Heng also left.
He left with a smile on his face, still sitting at the desk, seemingly contemplating how to transcribe the next book.
In the blink of an eye, his breath completely disappeared, leaving no trace of life.
Chen An watched the whole process in silence.
So, after the funeral of the Fourth Princess, he promptly arranged the funeral for his teacher Dong Heng.
There was no other way.
The Fourth Princess still had Chen An as her husband and two children.
But teacher Dong Heng had never married in his life, and perhaps only his students like Chen An could arrange a funeral for him.
Many of Dong Heng's former students came to the funeral upon hearing the news.
For a while, the crowd surged, and the spacious hall was almost filled with the arriving crowd.
In the end, Chen An had to make several more arrangements to accommodate so many people.
If ordinary people saw this scene, they would probably feel moved and think that after Dong Heng's death, so many disciples still came, and it was not in vain for his life.
But Chen An did not see it that way.
With his eyes, he naturally saw many things.
Among those who came to participate in the funeral, many had impure intentions.
They might not have originally intended to come, but seeing Chen An presiding over the funeral, they decided to come.
In the end, they wanted to use the funeral to build a relationship with Chen An.
There were too many people with such thoughts, resulting in the hall being crowded.
As for those who genuinely came to mourn?
There were a few.
But in terms of numbers, there were probably very few.
If others saw this situation, they would probably think that those who came had impure intentions.
But if Dong Heng were still alive and saw this situation, how would he react?
He would probably laugh heartily.
After pondering for a moment, Chen An finally found the answer.
For teacher Dong Heng, he would not care whether those people had sincere intentions or not.
As long as they were willing to come, toast to him, pay respects to their teacher, he would be pleased.
As for the various dirty thoughts and intentions underneath, he would just smile and ignore them.
Thinking of this, Chen An seemed to be lost in thought.
Time continued to pass.
The lively funeral gradually subsided.
After this incident, everything in Shengjing seemed to return to normal.
Chen An also forgot about his grief and gradually returned to his normal life.
He still lived in his Chen Guogong Manor, living a life similar to his past.
Besides practicing and enjoying the flowers, he would also visit a few places where his old friends were and chat with them.
Perhaps as he grew older, he liked reminiscing about the past more. Nowadays, both Cheng Zheng and Liu Chu were more talkative than before.
They enjoyed talking about the good old days with Chen An.
As they chatted, they would inevitably think back to the present, and they couldn't help but sigh.
After many years, they had all changed a lot.
Cheng Zheng had grown white hair on his head and looked like an old man.
Of course, he was indeed getting old.
After all, by this age, he was already over seventy.
At this age, he should have stopped and enjoyed life, but he insisted on working harder, dealing with many government affairs every day.
As he said, he wanted to do more things before he died, to pave the way for the prince's future.
As for Liu Chu, he had also aged, but his life seemed much more carefree.
After the previous battles, he had bought a large mansion and had many concubines and beautiful women living in it, enjoying himself there when there was nothing to do.
Chen An shook his head at the whole process.
Although he didn't understand much about health, he knew that Liu Chu's lifestyle would not lead to a long life.
He had advised several times, but Liu Chu refused to listen, and his words left Chen An speechless.
"I'm already this age, can't I enjoy life properly?"
Listening to Liu Chu's drunken words, Chen An had no words to respond and could only let him be.
Upon careful consideration, it seemed to make sense.
In this world of short average lifespans, people like Liu Chu, Cheng Zheng, and others never knew when they might pass away.
In this situation, it seemed unnecessary to advise against it.
Let him be.
Chen An felt relieved in his heart and no longer tried to persuade.
Actually, not only others, but Chen An himself had changed a lot.
On the surface, he still seemed young, with a look in his early thirties, long black hair, resembling a young man.
But in reality, his body was gradually weakening.
In the end, essence energy was still mortal, merely living longer than ordinary people.
But at his current age, Chen An had also come down from his peak.
If there were no surprises in the future, his physical condition would probably continue to weaken.
Of course, because essence energy cultivators had a longer lifespan, this period of time was still quite long.
In the past, Chen An might have started to feel anxious.
But after the passing of the Fourth Princess and his teacher Dong Heng, he seemed to have completely calmed down.
He let go of many things and began to enjoy life, observing everything around him earnestly.
Occasionally, he would take his grandchildren out for a stroll to let them see the hardships of ordinary people and provide help within his capabilities.
Everything happened naturally and was what he wanted to do.
But something strange happened.
Before, when Chen An was eager to practice and strive to reach the Innate Realm, he couldn't seem to touch that threshold.
But when he truly disregarded it all and no longer obsessively pursued it, he began to feel the opportunity to advance.
In these years, he had not given up on cultivation but had integrated it into his life, turning it into a unique way of life.
On a calm night, after Chen An finished meditating once again, he had a premonition in his heart.
The sensing of aura and energy within him gave him a big hint.
What was previously stuck in front, unable to break through, cracked in silence, revealing a gap.
So he stopped in his tracks and returned to the mansion in Shengjing.
This mansion was originally the Fourth Princess's, holding many memories for Chen An.
At the time when memories were most vivid, there were not only the Fourth Princess and Chen An but also their two children.
But now, the Fourth Princess had passed away, and the two children had long ago started their own families, each with their own affairs.
Now, within the mansion, only a few servants were responsible for maintenance.
But that was just fine.
With no one else around, it was peaceful.
Chen An moved into the mansion and started his cultivation.
He seemed to be practicing martial arts, but every morning, the sound of clear reading would echo from the room, very distinct.
Outside the mansion, peach blossoms slowly bloomed, exuding a new vitality.
Time slowly passed.
Another three years went by.
During this time, Chen An had completely immersed himself in seclusion, with no news coming out.
People had also gotten used to Chen Wang's absence.
After all, in the past, Chen An had kept a very low profile, often going for years without any news.
Compared to the past, three years of no news now didn't seem abnormal.
Even Chen Zheng and the other old friends didn't know what Chen An was up to, but they could sense that he was spending less time outside.
This had made Cheng Zheng and Liu Chu somewhat worried.
Due to their concerns, Cheng Zheng even tried to introduce beautiful noble daughters to Chen An for a remarriage.
Chen An could only smile wryly and reject them, saying he was fine.
Time continued to pass.
In the third year of Chen An's return to Shengjing, something big finally happened.
In the desolate back desert, a madman rose up.
He was a martial artist who came from the Northern grasslands and called himself the Desert Law King, wielding a scepter as he came from the North.
He came from the grasslands, challenging the strongest in each country he passed through.
Along the way, he had not tasted defeat.
The Duke of Lu, the Valiant Marquis of Song had all faced him but were defeated in less than ten moves.
It was heard that five essence energy masters had teamed up to surround and kill him once but still couldn't beat him, being directly defeated by him.
For a while, the name of the Desert Law King rose.
Although the Law King's reputation was great, he did not engage in extreme killings.
He seemed to only want to experience different martial arts, challenge different experts, and had no intention of killing.
As the ruler of this land, Dahua naturally would not let him off.
In the palace, Cheng Zheng looked down at the martial arts field below, his face somewhat grim.
In front of him, several people were lying on the ground, each showing signs of essence energy.
Standing among everyone was a middle-aged man with a thin body, wearing a peculiar robe.
The middle-aged man's skin was thin and sallow, his face always calm, his ancient and serene eyes always carrying a sense of superiority.
"Gentlemen, forgive me."
The Law King held his scepter, clasped his hands together, making a strange Buddhist gesture.
Silence reigned everywhere.
Because just now, the Law King had done an extremely bold thing.
In front of Cheng Zheng, he had simultaneously challenged three royal disciples and had emerged victorious, appearing effortlessly throughout.
Such terrifying strength was suffocating.
The essence energy was so terrifyingly immense that everyone couldn't help but feel unsettled and oppressed.
The guards on duty around were tense, with many already sweating profusely.
Initially, many had doubts.
The Law King had challenged so many experts along the way, humiliated so many people, so how had he managed to remain alive until now?
Now it seemed it was not because those people were generous, but because they simply couldn't manage it.
The Law King indeed had this strength.
To put it bluntly, at this moment, all three royal disciples guarding Shengjing had been defeated. If the Law King were to attack the Emperor now, they would be powerless to stop him.
The guards?
They were useless.
Although the imperial palace's guards were strict, even an ordinary essence energy cultivator might not be able to withstand, let alone the terrifying Law King before them.
If the Law King were to take action in a fit of rage, they would have no way to stop him.
That was why Cheng Zheng's face was so grim.
How many people could endure the threat to their lives by another?
"Your Majesty, should we temporarily retreat?"
A court official next to him, with a changed expression, spoke softly to Cheng Zheng.
"Are you telling me to flee in the face of the enemy?"
Cheng Zheng narrowed his eyes, "Am I someone who fears death?"
The court official helplessly withdrew.
Cheng Zheng couldn't help but sigh, "Unfortunately, if Chang'an were here, what would I have to fear?"
As if understanding his inner thoughts, the Law King's voice came from the front.
"I've heard that in Dahua, Prince Chen has formidable cultivation and his strength is unrivaled in the Central Plains."
The Law King clasped his hands together, his face calm and serene, "I have come here this time hoping to challenge the expert of various countries, would it be possible to have a battle with Prince Chen?"
Silence spread throughout the area.
