One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

The Great Zhou Dynasty, Zhongzhou.

In the golden and splendid imperial palace, the Third Prince’s face was as still as water as he held a secret letter in his hands. The letter was a message passed from Northern Yue, chronicling the attempt on King Qingyang’s life by Huang Cheng and Zhao Yun.

"Two fools good for nothing but failure!” The Third Prince quickly finished reading the contents.

Then, with a casual twist of his hand, the secret letter was ignited, turning to ash and scattering with the wind.

His hands were clasped behind his back, his expression somber.

His gaze passed over the imposing walls of the courtyard, looking at the dim sky and the faint red sun sinking at the edge of the western horizon. He felt an indescribable restlessness in his heart, a suffocating gloom coursing through his chest.

From the start, the Third Prince had little faith in the success of Huang Cheng and Zhao Yun.

Nevertheless, their deaths had yielded some benefits.

At least through this affair,

According to the intelligence from the Yiluan Bureau, he knew King Qingyang was on good terms with Su Heng.

But he hadn’t expected their relationship to be so deep that treasures like Dragon Bones could be shared between them.

Moreover, Su Heng had specifically stayed in Northern Yue to act as a protector for King Qingyang when the latter was injured. Now that King Qingyang’s wounds had wholly healed, coupled with the prestige from Dragon Abyss, Su Heng’s fame had reached even greater heights. The entire northern border region was already faintly beyond the Empire’s control.

However, the Third Prince had no effective countermeasures, especially since troubles abounded in Zhongzhou as well. Moreover, the Emperor’s illness was now…

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Suddenly, a muffled thundering resounded through the heavens.

Then an overwhelmingly powerful aura, vast and boundless like the tide, swept over the entire imperial palace. In an instant, the Third Prince felt as though the entire world, the heavens, and the earth became one, filled with an ancient and decaying scent.

Merely extending his perception a bit, a slight touch,

The Third Prince felt as though his heart skipped a beat, as if he were a mayfly in a lake, looking up at the clear moon in the sky.

It took several breaths of being in a daze before the Third Prince sighed deeply.

He slowly retracted his diffused spirit from that profound shock.

Needless to say, in the entire Empire,

Nobody but his father could instill such dread in him.

"Has father left seclusion?”

"How is his recovery?”

Several thoughts flashed rapidly through the Third Prince’s mind, but his body acted on its own accord. With a push of his arms, he opened the heavy ancient door before him and, with a sweep of his long sleeves and a stride reminiscent of a dragon or a tiger, began to walk. The rows of guards in black quickly followed, heading towards Taihe Palace.

In front of Taihe Palace was a plaza paved with white marble. At the center lay a slightly darker pathway.

At the end of the pathway rose a platform, upon which stood two silhouettes. The figure in the center was burly, wearing a ceremonial crown, a dark dragon robe, and a white jade belt around the waist. His face was hidden behind the pearl curtain of the crown, indiscernible.

There, atop the platform, he seemed the center of the world.

The aura he emitted was infinite, supremely dominant, filling the entire sky and earth.

On both sides of the plaza knelt thousands of figures: court officials, scions of noble families, leaders of immortal sects, and fierce generals recalled from the Mythical Battlefield. Many among them were of the Sky-opening Realm, having tempered their flesh and spirit to the utmost.

Any of these individuals could shake a region with their name alone.

Yet under the Martial Emperor’s daunting majesty, their brilliance was lost, reduced to merely inconspicuous backdrops in this grand panorama.

The world seemed to exist in mere shades of gray and white, save for the other figure on the platform who radiated a faint red glow.

This was a breathtakingly beautiful woman, with an ethereal figure and a pale, cold face. The Grand Princess of the Empire, Ji Huaxi, couldn’t be merely described as beautiful. The astonishing grace she exuded with every movement often made one overlook her dangerous nature.

Especially under the Martial Emperor’s presence, Ji Huaxi’s radiance was not entirely obscured. Had she also reached that realm?

The Third Prince approached the Martial Emperor and the Grand Princess, bowing his fist in salute.

The Martial Emperor did not cast his gaze upon the Third Prince, as if unaware of the arrival of his successor.

In contrast, the Grand Princess nodded slightly to her brother, her pale face breaking into a faint smile. Thus, the Third Prince stepped forward, ascending the steps to the platform, taking his place at the side, standing alongside his father.

From this position, he overlooked the entire plaza.

Those power-wielding officials and military commanders, whom he usually had to deal with cautiously, now knelt before him.

Even though it was because of his father, not himself, this scene still filled the Third Prince with a sense of satisfaction. He kept his emotions in check and looked up following his father’s gaze towards the sky.

The Third Prince’s pupils constricted slightly, surprised by what he saw.

From the platform, the view of the sky was utterly different than below. Dark clouds gathered and hung low, with a vast hole torn open in the middle, red light seeping through.

He saw a blood-red firmament, twinkling stars, colossal figures obscuring the starry sky, and an ancient fleet moving straight ahead. The images spun faster and faster, eventually becoming a whirlpool, even giving the Third Prince a dizzying sensation of falling into it.

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