I Have A Martial Dao World-Chapter 499 - : 499. Awakening the Primordial Ancestor

Chapter 499: 499. Awakening the Primordial Ancestor

On Chang’an Street, the sun was gradually setting.

Many commoners were still searching for leftover grains of rice.

They meticulously picked out each grain, not overlooking any that fell into the crevices, wasting none.

In the distance, Chengtian Gate Square was packed with 30,000 “commoner auxiliary soldiers,” who were storing the rice mountain, taller than the Imperial Palace, into the granaries.

The grain shops in the Imperial City reacted very quickly, and by now, they had all posted notices announcing price reductions.

The people’s hearts were already calm, someone had calculated that Lord Lu’s grain was enough for the entire nation to eat for a year, and the so-called grain scarcity had become a baseless rumor.

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Until the sun set behind West Mountain, the gates of the Imperial City were opened again, and countless high officials and observing dignitaries began to walk out one after another.

Yet Lu Yao hadn’t left; he and Li Pei made their way to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The name of the Hall of Mental Cultivation came from Mencius’s ‘The best way to cultivate the mind is to reduce desires’.

This was the place where the ruler of the nation carried out their daily activities, also housing the Dragon Throne and the imperial desk.

With outsiders gone, Li Pei plopped down on the Dragon Throne, caressing the carved dragons on the imperial desk and said with a sigh,

“I’ve been here many times, but never did I imagine that one day I would sit here myself.”

Looking at the opulent and yet dignified palace, her jade-like hand supporting her fragrant cheek, her eyes hazy, she felt a poignant sense of change.

Li Pei’s dragon robe, specially made by a master, was majestic and luxurious while also concealing her overly voluptuous figure, so as to maintain solemnity.

But the moment she sat in front of the imperial desk, she subconsciously placed her ample bosom on it to lighten the weight.

This habitual action that she had developed over the years made the dragon robe’s concealing effect completely disappear.

Lu Yao approached from behind and sized them up with his hands; they were much bigger than his own palms.

“What are you doing…” Caught off guard, Li Pei, who was lamenting the passage of time, struggled discontentedly.

But feeling the growing pressure and rising heat in his hands, she quickly realized what her lord husband intended to do and hurriedly said,

“Not here, let’s go back to Jing Yi Garden… Ah~ don’t tear my dragon robe!”

The dragon robe would be needed tomorrow, and if it were damaged, it wouldn’t be easy to find a place to mend it in time.

Li Pei punched Lu Yao twice and scolded, “What’s the rush, can’t you wait until we get home?”

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Lu Yao leaned in and laughed, “I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time. Being the Emperor is boring, but doing things to the Emperor is interesting.”

With those words, he lifted the obstructing dragon robe.

It wasn’t until she was pressed onto the imperial desk that Li Pei understood what he meant, her face red as she spat,

“No wonder Da Liao keeps calling you a shameless rascal; she’s absolutely right… Ouch, be gentle… the dragon robe will tear…”

Forgetting to protect herself, she mustered all her True Qi to safeguard the dragon robe.

At that moment, she was immensely relieved that she didn’t have the constitution of the Liao Family Sisters, or else the dragon robe would have been ruined for sure.

Because even True Qi couldn’t prevent water from seeping through every hole.

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Hours later, amidst the lady’s chiding, Lu Yao left the Imperial Palace feeling refreshed and clear-minded.

The dragon robe was ultimately dirtied, though not severely, and could be made good as new with a damp towel.

Looking back at the Imperial City veiled in the night, having accomplished his goal of “riding the Emperor to command the lords,” the nation was firmly in his grasp.

Now he could proceed with his plan—first to subjugate Izumo, then the Rakshasa!

To conquer these two proximity-closest powers!

“The Rakshasa are too busy dealing with their own mess; the whole world is waiting to watch their drama unfold, and it’s a good opportunity for me to settle the score with Xu Fu.”

The Rakshasa were already severely weakened by one war, teetering on the edge of collapse.

Then, in their conflict with the Shun Dynasty, they lost another 200,000 troops and a Duke, which was the last straw breaking the camel’s back.

Moreover, other major powers were adding fuel to the fire, supporting the rebel forces en masse.

Their capital was currently under siege, and it was uncertain if the nation would still exist in a few days.

Lu Yao took a deep breath, preparing to use his movement technique to return to Jing Yi Garden.

And just at that moment, he suddenly reached out his hand towards the sky.

Seconds later, a snowflake landed in his palm and quickly disappeared.

“It’s snowing,” he noted.

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At the same time, the Rakshasa capital, St. Petersburg, was also swirling with goose-feather-heavy snow.

The city had been under siege for half a year, the sound of cannon fire had never ceased, and even the heavy snow couldn’t mask the smell of gunpowder in the air.

The blizzard howled as 300 Knights arrayed themselves for battle, ready to deliver the final blow to the city that stubbornly resisted.

They all held long spears and round shields, wearing only shorts that revealed muscles hard as steel; the goose-feather snow vaporized instantly upon nearing them.

The weakest of these Knights was at least on par with the Martial Path of Blood-Exchange. Their leader was a strapping man standing a full two and a half meters tall!

His features were profound, his expression resolute, and every muscle on his body was exaggeratedly bulging, his surging vitality rendering the air around him somewhat blurry.

He was the King of Knights—Ulyanov.

Ulyanov, with his clear and determined eyes, looked toward the Knights following him and spoke,

“The era of Vampires enslaving and oppressing us has ended! The Human Race will no longer be the food and playthings of Demon Beasts!”

“A-hoo! A-hoo! A-hoo!”

The Knights roared back in response, their voices reaching for the heavens.

Willing to lay down their lives to follow their King of Knights, they aspired to build a great legacy!

In the intensity of these emotions, a massive amount of willpower converged upon Ulyanov.

He used it to summon his own spirit entity, his Heart Image.

A 30-meter-tall angel surrounded by holy light with a pair of pristine white wings materialized in the air.

The angel looked exactly like Ulyanov, and they merged into one in an instant.

Now, his power was akin to a blend of Golden Body and Divine Manifestation. With countless Fanatical Believers behind him, he was even stronger than the Empress Dowager in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor!

A thunderous roar echoed, “Crush the Winter Palace, victory or death! Ura!”

Having spoken, Ulyanov flapped his wings, setting off a sonic boom around him, and flew toward the Winter Palace!

His army below launched into an all-out, do-or-die attack!

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At this moment within St. Petersburg, the ruler of the Rakshasa, Tsarina Catherine, did not simply wait for her demise.

Dressed in full regalia with scepter and crown, she assembled all the royal family members and the great nobles in the underground sepulcher of the Winter Palace.

Here, a gathering of high-ranking Vampires surrounded a coffin-like stone container, pressing their fists together before their chests, praying fervently.

“O great Lord of Fear, Ancestor of Blood, your power is unmatched,”

“Your bloodline pleads with you, save us from our enemies’ hands, inspire us, show us the path to victory, and triumph in your eternal name,”

With these prayers, the sounds of shouting and booming cannon fire above grew clearer, and dust fell intermittently.

The Vampires were panic-stricken, but they still finished the prayer under the Tsarina’s lead.

Then, they extended their claws and each tore off one of their arms, reverently placing them around the stone coffin.

In the next second, their limbs turned to black mist and were absorbed into the container. It first revealed a few small holes, spouting large amounts of white gas, and then the lid slowly opened.

A raspy voice rose from the depths of everyone’s heart, “Why have you awakened me ahead of time!”

The Tsarina was quick to kneel, raising her scepter high,

“Great Primordial Ancestor! Your offspring have encountered a fearsome enemy, please save us!”

“Save you?” A gaunt figure emerged from the stone coffin.

He was of average height, wearing a white one-piece suit filled with a sense of technology.

His red eyes were cold as he looked at the gathered Vampires, as if a human were looking at pigs and dogs.

It was at that moment that a violent roar came from above, shaking the entire chamber.

The Tsarina hurriedly said, “Two Dukes are holding off the enemy on the surface, they can’t hold out much longer…”

The Primordial Ancestor sniffed, then licked his lips and said, “Let’s go take a look.”

He then took the lead and started ascending.

But just as he reached the staircase, he suddenly grasped his head and knelt, his brows furrowing.

“Damn it! I detest the magnetic field of this planet! It always takes so long to adjust!”

Seeing his weakened state, the Vampires couldn’t help but worry if the Ancestor could handle it?

Ulyanov was already one of the mightiest among the Knights and had even gathered his spirit entity. Hiding a divine artifact, he had killed two vampire Princes, including the Tsarina’s husband!