C579

Beneath the feet of the imperial capital, the throng of pedestrians was clearly showing the last bit of luck the Grand Xia Empire had.

A dynasty, no matter how rotten it is, the son of heaven will always have a bit of bustle.

The bustling capital was welcomed with a strange group today. A sickly young man walked in front with a fairy-like woman following beside him. The woman's skin was equally pale, except that it was less sickly and fragile.

Behind the two of them were the Six Fans Gate constables that were escorting the carriage, as well as four young men and women in ordinary clothing.

In the bustling capital, there was no lack of Young Noble Xun. Coincidentally, there were many who knew Zuo Li.

Zuo Li was a young talent from Six Fans Gate, and was famous for his martial arts skills in the capital. There were even more people who knew of Fu Tianchen, the minister of war.

However, how could Zuo Qianhu, who was escorting Fu Tiancheng, allow a sickly young master to lead the way? Could it be that this young master had some sort of great background? Looking at the way he was indulging in his excesses and then looking at the girl that was supporting him, everyone started to guess Li Dao's identity.

Li Dao was walking ahead of the crowd and did not pay any attention to the scenery of the capital. His attention was completely focused on the gigantic dragon that was hovering above the imperial palace.

It was a dazzling divine dragon. Its appearance was somewhat dispirited. Its two long beards drooped down, and its pupils were unfocused. It was as if it was ill.

This dragon was not a real dragon. It did not have flesh and blood, and was formed from the destiny of the Grand Xia Dynasty.

Ordinary people would not be able to see the divine dragon formed by destiny, only Foundation Establishment and above cultivators could see it.

Nie Xiaoqian tightly held onto Li Dao's arm with a terrifyingly pale face.

This divine dragon could be said to be the protector of the Grand Xia Dynasty, guarding the capital. Although it had lost its consciousness and became weaker, it still had a lot of control over a ghost like Nie Xiaoqian, who hadn't even been able to develop her Primordial Spirit yet.

The Great Xia Dynasty began to corrupt from the inside out, which resulted in this karmic divine dragon beginning to weaken.

If the destiny of the Da Xia Empire was still at its peak, even a deity like Li Dao would not be able to mess around in the capital. But now?

Li Dao extended his finger and pointed it at the air. Strange and thin threads of blood flew out and wrapped around the divine dragon. No matter how hard it struggled, it would not be removed, and it continued to emit waves of dragon roars.

Of course, ordinary people could not see such a change.

In the palace, the Son of Heaven was still exercising when he suddenly felt his heart palpitating. His face contorted in pain as he fainted on the belly of his favorite concubine. This time, the imperial concubine and the palace maids serving her were scared out of their wits, rolling and crawling as they called out to the imperial physician.

In the Imperial Advisor's estate, the grieving, bald Imperial Advisor looked at the golden dragon that was bound by threads of blood. His face changed drastically as he hurriedly called for his disciples to enter the palace.

People came and went, the streets were bustling with activity, an old Taoist cultivator holding a steel mouth that cut off the banner said, "The sky is about to change, such a terrifying demon actually snuck into the capital, no way, I have to report this to the Heavenly Master quickly, I can't let this hundred years of layout go to waste!"

Under the astonished gaze of the surrounding people, the old Daoist threw down the banner made from bamboo and flew away on a paper crane. The commoners knelt down one after another and called out the living gods.

At the city gate, Li Dao withdrew his finger and shook his head with a smile, "The great Xiaxia is about to fall. I can't get it back up, so the only thing I can do is to rebuild it."

Nie Xiaoqian and One Autumn Leaf could vaguely understand what Li Dao meant. Fu Qingfeng, Ning Caichen, and the rest could not understand it at all. They were all confused. Fu Tiancheng frowned as he looked at Li Dao with an even more vigilant gaze. He only wished that his guesses were not accurate.

Zuo Qianhu didn't think too much into it. He turned towards Li Dao and respectfully asked, "Martial Granduncle, what should we do now?"

Li Dao retracted his gaze and smiled, "Let's go see that little girl Xia Bing first, we'll talk about other things in the future."

As he spoke, he entered the city gates. The guards wanted to stop him from interrogating him, but they discovered that there was a mysterious force preventing them from approaching the sickly young master.