Tian Yuan

Chapter 2540 The Flawless Imperial Throne!

Chen Qingyuan glanced at the Yin-Yang Mirror but ignored it.

What had just happened was just a minor incident to him, and he didn't take it to heart.

At this critical juncture, it is not a wise move to divert your attention to dealing with the Yin-Yang Mirror.

With the departure of the Yin-Yang Mirror, the sealed area of ​​the Dimensional Abyss appeared exceptionally empty. Although there were still rules and restrictions in place, it was far less secure than before.

Chen Qingyuan could pinpoint the location of the Xuan Yuan Realm without having to search for it.

A few red lines flickered in his eyes, reflecting the scene of the Xuanyuan Abyss.

Zhi tide, dressed in a light-colored long dress, sat cross-legged in the deepest part of Xuan Yuan, exuding a cold and aloof aura, her hair as white as snow.

Even now, Zhixi is still in seclusion cultivating.

She will not wake up unless she gains something.

The abyss was like a prison, and she immersed herself in it. The pain she suffered there became her motivation to move forward.

After so many years, Chen Qingyuan was finally able to see Zhixi again, and his heart was filled with a thousand waves of emotion, and a strange look appeared on his proud and aloof face.

It's good that you are safe and sound, senior.

Although Emperor Taiwei said that Zhixi was fine from the moment they entered the Grand Feast of the Supreme Path, Chen Qingyuan believed what Emperor Taiwei said, but he still had some worries.

At this moment, he caught a glimpse of Zhixi's figure. Her appearance was as before, and her breathing was steady, so she was obviously safe.

A few breaths later, Chen Qingyuan withdrew his gaze and stared directly at the Dao Platform Green Lotus and the Throne of Myriad Paths in front of him.

Let's take care of the important business first, and then we can think about other things later.

He was a thousand feet away from the Daotai, and a red jade road formed between them.

This path is extraordinary, containing chaotic spiritual patterns.

Hey!

Chen Qingyuan walked towards the Supreme Throne. With one step, he stepped onto the Crimson Jade Road, instantly stirring up countless waves of laws. Starting from his toes, the waves surged in all directions, tearing through the sky.

The supreme throne, suspended atop the blue lotus, has form but no soul.

Next, Chen Qingyuan's goal is to transform the throne from an inanimate object into something with a soul, allowing it to undergo a complete metamorphosis.

He walked toward the throne, like a tiny, insignificant flame falling onto a vast plain.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

A single spark can ignite a prairie fire.

The throne trembled slightly, and the intricate patterns engraved on it began to move, like a winding stream, full of vitality.

Strands of mysterious light emanated from the throne, spreading in all directions.

hum-

Occasionally, profound and mysterious sounds of the Dao would rise, cleansing the soul; the melodious sounds of string and wind instruments were beautiful and pleasing to the ear.

Hey!

Chen Qingyuan took his second step, and the void around him collapsed. To his left, an irregular blood-red black hole appeared, as if it were the burial ground of innate gods and demons, with boundless ferocity and overwhelming evil aura. To his right, a Yellow Springs Underworld appeared, with tall and majestic palaces, extremely cold and gloomy, penetrating the soul and making people tremble with fear.

Then, the long river of time surged forth, projecting a circular pool of blood filled with white bones. The chilling white bones floating on the surface were all in a prostrate, worshipful posture, extremely respectful, not daring to look up for fear of disrespecting their superiors.

His steps were steady, unmoved by the ancient and strange sights that appeared on both sides of the road.

His attention was entirely focused on the throne; he was neither surprised by the unusual sight nor would he stop.

His face was expressionless, his eyes unwavering.

The blue robe she wore was subtly imbued with a soft, mysterious glow, which slightly altered the garment and enhanced its otherworldly quality.

This was a garment he had meticulously woven, blending seamlessly with the blue robe. Its intricacies were invisible to the naked eye; only wisps of soft, misty light could be seen.

"The imperial throne is unblemished, and the ultimate path leads to the heavens!"

“When I attained enlightenment, I manifested the supreme throne, which was far more than what I see today.”

"Chen Qingyuan is about to break the fundamental rules of the myriad worlds and create a legend that will last for eternity."

Is it really feasible to prove one's path through one's own actions?

"Can one find another person like him, a prodigy of heaven, throughout the ages?"

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"

As Chen Qingyuan drew ever closer to the throne, some were filled with imperial blood and excitement; some were stunned and dumbfounded, their worldviews being reshaped; and some were horrified and incredulous.

Along the way, various ancient and exotic sights appeared.

The Milky Way flows backward, the sea of ​​thunder roars, ancient rosy light crosses the river of time, the evil eye of the underworld peers into the human world through the chaotic black hole, ten thousand Buddhas lower their eyes and chant, the ancient emperor turns his back to all living beings, and so on.

Upon witnessing this extraordinary phenomenon, the emperors were shocked and paled with horror.

"I am actually afraid."

A certain emperor, his face pale, muttered to himself in a trembling voice. This fear came from the deepest part of his soul, uncontrollable and irrepressible.

Any one of these images could be enough to awe all the heavens and the myriad realms.

Now, these terrifying sights converge on both sides of the Crimson Jade Road, putting immense pressure on Chen Qingyuan while simultaneously highlighting his towering stature and imposing presence.

With each manifestation of an ancient and wondrous scene, an extreme and ferocious aura swept in, descending from the sky and covering Chen Qingyuan, attempting to suppress him and force him to retreat.

No matter how powerful the overwhelming force of the rules was, it could not stop Chen Qingyuan's progress. In fact, his steps did not falter in the slightest.

To him, the strange and ferocious sights on both sides of the road were nothing to mention, like a spring breeze that could only make the hair at his temples dance slightly.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

In less than a quarter of an hour, Chen Qingyuan was only a hundred steps away from the Supreme Throne.

As he drew closer to the throne, his blue robe, embroidered with five leaves of snow on a jade terrace, underwent a baptism of myriad energies, transforming from a relatively ordinary garment into a supreme Dao soldier.

The sleeves conceal a universe, the hem of the garment whips up a fierce wind.

The garment was adorned with hundreds of fine and exquisite patterns, which were the result of the ultimate Dao, possessing boundless wonders and being extraordinary.

The stronger one becomes, the more one understands the terrifying nature of these Dao patterns. They seem to be chains formed from the essence of all Dao. Initially, they were intended to bind Chen Qingyuan's ankles and stop him from moving forward, but this attempt failed. Not only did they fail, but they were also refined by him for his own use.

In a daze, Chen Qingyuan's clothes seemed to transform into a supreme feather robe, with three thousand immortal lights cascading down from above and the Netherworld Sea churning below.

The crown on his head was stained with a layer of jade white, transforming into an imperial crown symbolizing supreme dignity. Its lines were exquisite, without a single flaw.

The cloth shoes he wore, bearing the marks of time, bore the imprint of the original Daoist principles of all ages.

Before he knew it, he was only ten steps away from the throne of the Supreme Path.

At that moment, he suddenly stopped.

Boom boom boom—

The void above the dome trembled, and the endless void collapsed and shattered.

call out!

Seeing that Chen Qingyuan had no intention of killing him, the Yin-Yang Mirror located in this realm immediately withdrew, not daring to linger.

From the moment Chen Qingyuan embarked on the Crimson Jade Road, he always kept his back to the emperors of all realms.

His body is as majestic as a fairy peak, and his shoulders as broad as a starry sea.

His imposing figure defies description, even by the most exquisite language, which cannot capture even a fraction of his heroic spirit.

His position was beyond the comprehension of the emperors, surpassing all paths of the Divine Land and touching upon a completely new dimension.

Why did he stop?

Everyone stared at Chen Qingyuan, puzzled by what they saw.