My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty-Chapter 662 The Times Have Changed
662: The Times Have Changed
662: The Times Have Changed
A clear sword light glimmered, shining bright in the ice-sealed world, dazzling and distinct.
Cangming’s eyes widened in horror, and a persistent fear began to form in his heart—a fear he’d never felt before.
Anger, unwillingness, and a blend of complex emotions surged within him.
This was unlike anything he had ever experienced.
“How can his swordsmanship break through the Absolute Zero Degree field’s frozen seal?
What kind of swordsmanship is this?” he murmured, teeth gritting.
“Am I truly unable to beat him, even once?”
Before the sword light reached him, another green petal fell from the true form of the Seven-Colored Flower behind Cangming.
In the next instant, the sword light engulfed him.
At the same time, a figure emerged from the cracks in the ice, radiating a brilliant golden Buddhist aura, pure and filled with a righteous energy.
This figure was Gu Lan, shielded by the power of Merit Golden Clouds that surrounded him in clusters.
Emerging from the ice unscathed, Gu Lan’s defense remained unbroken by the icy flames that engulfed the battlefield.
Although Absolute Zero Degree could freeze nearly everything, when faced with an equally powerful Rule-based force, it needed time.
Thanks to this, Gu Lan managed to withstand ten breaths and then launched a counterattack.
That earlier sword strike had been delivered with his full strength, almost pushing the Sword Dao Rule Imprint from the Great Path Bead to its peak.
He had experienced the divine powers of the ancient Seven-Colored Flower thoroughly.
The abilities of these natural spirit beings were indeed formidable, each technique unparalleled.
Gu Lan had no intention of letting Cangming fight back.
“Sword Twelve—I can only execute it once in a short time,” he remarked.
“But while I can’t use Sword Twelve again, I can still unleash the other techniques within Sword Twelve!”
Embracing the advantage, Gu Lan wielded the Hongmeng Sword once more.
Sword Ten, Soul Rend!
Sword Eleven, Spring and Autumn Annals!
He followed up with two techniques, each nearly as powerful as Sword Twelve.
These were sword techniques he’d developed by integrating various Great Path Rules, becoming more powerful than ever before.
One targeted the soul, while the other destroyed the physical body.
Gu Lan was determined to give Cangming no chance to strike back.
With Sword Twelve’s ultimate Sword Intent lingering, he continued to unleash sword strikes.
Sword Seven, Blazing Phoenix!
Sword Eight, Ice Spirit!
“So, it’s an ice and fire battlefield, is it?” he challenged.
“Then, let’s see how you like it!”
Returning Cangming’s tactics in kind, Gu Lan reignited the battle’s intensity.
But this time, Cangming was the one overwhelmed by divine techniques.
In the distance, many Main God Realm experts from Cuitian World looked on, stunned.
Some still wore traces of regret on their faces from just moments before.
Witnessing the battle’s sudden turn, these experts—having lived through endless ages—couldn’t hide their shock.
“This is monstrous!”
“To unleash so many divine abilities all at once—imagine the divine power that must consume!”
“Who here is truly the Ancient God Clan?
And who is the natural spirit being?”
The Main God Realm experts were left in disbelief.
One technique after another, these sword Dao techniques cascaded out as though Gu Lan’s divine power were limitless.
Even the domain filled with blazing flames and chilling ice began to crack under the weight of these attacks.
All the onlookers were entranced; this surpassed anything they understood.
While they had known Gu Lan was strong, none had expected him to be this powerful.
Some among them even began to reconsider their positions.
The once invincible Ancient God Clan seemed less untouchable.
Thoughts that they would never have dared to entertain now started to emerge one by one.
Why hadn’t the Ancient God Clan launched a full assault, directly crushing the Six Realms with their royal power?
Why did they try to coerce and manipulate the Six Realms, relying on others’ strength to consume the forces of the Lanyan Royal School and other entities?
Could it be they feared something?
No, that wasn’t it—they simply didn’t possess the strength anymore!
The Ancient God Clan had reawakened, but they hadn’t returned to their former might.
The ancestor of the Ancient God Clan, as powerful as a deity, was likely unable to intervene.
Realizing all this, many experts’ expressions began to change, an eager fire kindling in their eyes.
The battle was still undecided.
If they intervened now, they might not only provide timely assistance but could even gain favor in the end.
“My fellow Daoists, the times have changed!” announced a figure who stepped forward.
“I think it’s time to reconsider our choices and our stance!”
“In ancient times, the Ancient God Clan faced a major upheaval and were forced to retreat into the void for a deep slumber.
This proves they are not invincible!
We do not need to bow to them!”
The speaker was a veteran who had survived since the ancient era, a figure of considerable influence in Cuitian World.
Hearing his words, several Main God Realm experts hiding in the shadows revealed themselves one by one.
“The master of the Lanyan Royal School was born bearing the destiny of the Six Realms.
Supporting him aligns with the natural course of heaven and earth.”
“Why live as we did under the Ancient God Clan in ancient times?
We cultivators should fight for ourselves, for our sects, and for this world!”
“We’ve retreated for so many ages.
Today, the opportunity lies before us.
We cannot retreat any longer!”
With these words, the figure charged into the battlefield, resolute, his voice filled with conviction, his figure unwavering as he moved forward.
His determined words and brave stance rekindled the passion of many strong cultivators who had grown cold and resigned.
But the next moment, they watched him veer off and charge not toward the battlefield between Gu Lan and the Ancient God Clan’s young master, but toward another battlefield.
There, several summoned Confucian saints and peerless warriors were surrounding an injured Undead Vine, its true form manifesting as it struggled for breath.
“Ancient God Clan’s accursed vine!” the veteran yelled angrily.
“Today, I will fight you to the death!”
Joining the fray, he roared with indignation, embodying the fierce, noble spirit of the Confucian saints fighting nearby.
The passionate Main God Realm experts, now fully awake, silently cursed him: “You sly devil!
Truly, this is just like you!”
However, even as they cursed, their eyes shone with determination.
Like cats spotting a mouse, they all surged toward the Undead Vine.
Seeing this, the spirit within the Undead Vine was filled with despair.
Already struggling against the assault from the Confucian saints and warriors, it had managed to hold on by sheer will.
But now, with so many Main God Realm experts—true powerhouses with lives spanning tens of thousands of years—it was hopeless.
Against one or two, it might have survived, but facing all of them at once… it was doomed.
