Chapter 117 116. Imperial Capital Altar
The imperial capital, the center of the city.
After the revival of this ancient capital of mankind, the architectural pattern has changed on a large scale. Your neighbor who was across the street from you yesterday may be separated from you by 180 ancient attics today.
The changes are most obvious in the city center.
The majestic palace rises from the ground, the clouds and mist linger all day long, and the aura is so majestic that ordinary people can't breathe. Instead, the ancient altar was buried deeper. The ancient attics were arranged in a formation, still suppressing the altar after countless years.
The elders of the imperial capital really got a big deal.
Calling the altar at a very critical time point, there is no chance in the future, and there is no chance in the future.
Today, a distinguished guest came to the imperial capital. He came quietly, and only Zhao Xingzhou and Li Shishuang knew about it. When the two of them found the guest, he was sitting on a park bench watching middle school students doing morning exercises. After the recovery of heaven and earth, the reconstruction of the building was quite easy. The current school site is very spacious and equipped with the infrastructure for cultivation.
"The first set of spiritual gymnastics in the country begins now."
"One two three four, five six seven eight, two two three four, five six seven eight..."
Following a mechanical female voice and a burst of soothing music, the students in baggy uniforms performed morning exercises in regular and standard movements. After these two years of chaotic and difficult times, children all understand the importance of embarking on the path of spiritual practice, let alone students who have already understood. Today’s schools are established to popularize the practice. Even if there is no natural opportunity to embark on the path of spiritual practice in the future, this knowledge is enough for this group of people to grow into bricks and mortar that maintain the stability of mankind.
Education is fundamental.
This method of cultivating talents is much more efficient than the ancient method of ancient Kyushu.
This is also thanks to the imperial capital being the center of power and being able to maintain basic stability and even combine modern civilization and spiritual civilization.
Until this rising chaos ends, all cities will be isolated islands.
"Long time no see." Before Zhao Xingzhou and Li Shishuang could figure out how to speak, Li Xi'an, who was observing the gymnastics attentively, took the lead in saying hello.
"It's very interesting and it does make a difference."
In his eyes, some of the children performing this set of radio gymnastics have begun to gather spiritual energy in their bodies. This is a sign that they are qualified to rise, and it is the key to the path of spiritual practice.
Li Xi'an stood up. Dressed in ancient mysterious clothes, he was obviously very eye-catching.
Many people glanced at it cautiously. In today's era, those wearing ancient robes are basically ruthless characters that are difficult for ordinary people to come into contact with. Although there are not ordinary people who are interested in this aspect, the difference in temperament, breath, etc. is so big that they can be distinguished at a glance. Aware of the gazes of the people around him, Zhao Xingzhou bowed and wanted to invite Li Xi'an to the Zhao family's ancestral land. This place was not a place to receive distinguished guests.
Li Xi'an waved his hand, got up and started walking, chatting while walking, like taking a walk.
"I won't talk nonsense."
"This act comes for the altar."
"Altar..." Zhao Xingzhou frowned.
"What's wrong?"
"The altar is now blocked again by the resurrected buildings of the ancient city. Li Shishuang and I have no means to open it independently. Besides, you are here for the altar, or more accurately for the ancestor under the altar, right? It's too dangerous."
"There is no way to open it independently, which means there is a way to open it, right?"
"Yes." When Zhao Xingzhou was silent, Li Shishuang answered.
"All the buildings in this ancient city can be mobilized by the ancient spirit that accompanies the revival of the imperial capital. Most of the time, they sleep in the imperial city of the ancient capital, guarding the imperial court. The imperial sword is one of the keys to power, but to truly open the altar, those are needed Living help.”
"They only wake up when the imperial capital encounters a huge crisis, and now they are just sleeping soundly." "To defend the imperial court?" Li Xi'an looked in the direction of the center of the imperial capital, "Are you sure that the living beings in the center of the city only exist to defend the imperial court? ?”
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In the center of the ancient capital, the ancient and magnificent palace complex blocks out the sky and the sun.
Every time Zhao Xingzhou walks here, he feels like an ant walking under the feet of a giant.
The young man in black clothes was walking at the front. He was whispering something that Zhao Xingzhou and Li Shishuang couldn't hear clearly. They didn't need any help at all. The moment Li Xi'an stepped into the center of the city, the white mist that surrounded him all day continued to spread. If there were people in the place wrapped in the strange white mist, they would appear inexplicably outside the city center. Ordinary people or monks would Same, no difference.
Only they are different.
When they got up, they knew that they were no different, and that the initiator of this phenomenon was in front of them.
These magnificent palaces are waking up, and there are pairs of eyes in the darkness staring at the visitors.
"In normal times, I would discuss it, but right now I can't make any mistakes on this trip..." Li Xi'an said suddenly when he reached the center of the palace complex.
"I'm offended."
The two people following behind were stunned. Before they could react, a large bronze cauldron appeared, and dark green seal script fell. They felt the angry wind and the tremors of the entire palace complex!
Li Xi'an is talking to the living creatures here!
The Cauldron of Carrying Heaven hangs high, and the Deer King raises his head and kicks, binding all the living creatures in this place to the body of the cauldron. If it had been when the living spirit was created, it would have been difficult for Li Xi'an to revive the core of this ancient capital, but they had gone through too long a period of time and most of their power could not be manifested.
The big bronze cauldron rotates, releasing the restrained living creatures to run around, and the entire palace complex changes accordingly.
It was as if a huge gear that had been silent for thousands of years turned.
The entire imperial capital was open to Li Xi'an. The palace shifts, restructures, and makes room for what is to come.
Ahead, Zhao Xingzhou and Li Shishuang held their breaths as an altar emerged, with ancient reliefs of lettering vividly appearing, as if they would soar into the air and revive in the next moment in the diffuse white mist.
"I brought you two here for no other reason." Li Xi'an looked back, a lava-like glow flowing through his eyes.
"If I don't show up in three days, restore this place and bury the altar. The living creatures of the palace are temporarily restrained by me, and you can drive the palace complex here with the help of the key."
"You don't have to worry about my safety. Just do what you should do and fulfill your responsibilities." Li Xi'an said with a smile.
He could see that these two people were not very stable. Maybe I'm worried about him, maybe I'm worried about this altar.
"Huh——!" The wind blew up, blowing away the surrounding white mist. The red dragon shape was covered with golden flames, and the surging heat wave made the two of them retreat unconsciously.
Outlined by ancient writing, the surface of the dark stone altar glowed like mercury, like a rippling lake surface.
The dragon shape lowered its head and bowed. He circled and meandered in the sky, and then fell suddenly. Iron scales and flames cut through the air, and only the screams of the wind caused by violent friction could be heard.
When the sound of the wind disappeared, the huge dragon disappeared as well.
There is only one altar sitting there, like an eye that has been peering into the world since ancient times.
(End of chapter)