When I woke up that morning, the residents inside and outside the imperial capital felt a little tired. They were in good health, but they lost the enthusiasm and excitement they had the previous few days. They felt lost and were even unwilling to get up.

This feeling is not strong and not unfamiliar. In the past, when they had been doing a day of tiring work or encountered unlucky things, similar situations would happen the next morning, so the residents forced themselves to go to the ground to dress, pretended to be careless in front of their families, walked out of the door and looked at the Taoist tower in the sky, hoping that something would be found from there to fill the emptiness in their hearts.

But they were disappointed, the Taoist Tower remained unmoved, but its magical power was much weakened, and it could not drive away the loss and depression in people's hearts.

The sky is also a little gloomy, but it is likely to herald an ordinary autumn rain.

The practitioners who came from all over the world discovered the abnormality earlier, especially those who took advantage of the late night to do their homework. They noticed that the progress of their practice was gradually slowing down before dawn, and seemed to be returning to the normal speed of the past. Soon after dawn, the premonition came true, and the practitioners flew to the Taoist Tower in groups to check the situation.

It was not until this time that people noticed that Zuo Liuying, who was standing motionless on the street, was still fighting with the ancestors.

After knowing the reason, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and felt that there was hope again. Of course, the ancestors would win and would soon win a great victory, so everything could return to normal.

Although the ancestor was less than a month after he was born, Huangjing has regarded his existence as "normal".

Zuo Liuying and Kun Dun's battle entered a more complicated stalemate. Zuo Liuying was still in a complete weakness. He lost more than half of the fifty-five spells that blessed that memory, but he could not distribute any magic power to supplement it. He had not yet lost because Kun Dun was too arrogant.

Kun Dun came to the world in the form of a god and squandered the powerful power he had. He maintained various spells in an extremely large area, among which the Taoist tower enjoyed the most, followed by inside and outside the imperial capital. As the distance increased, the spells gradually decreased, but even in the most remote areas, he would occasionally issue a spell to let all living beings feel their existence.

This is not just a show-off, but also a search for the whereabouts of demon species and demon souls.

Last night, Shen Cunyi helped Zuo Liuying a big favor. He was a small figure in the Taoist dynasty, but he formed a small loophole that could affect the overall situation: his homesickness showed that Kun Dun's magic was weakening and he could no longer hold all Taoists in his hands. The words he shouted at the door of the tavern alarmed the entire Taoist dynasty tower.

The Taoist priests did not agree with Shen Cunyi's decision, but their mood was touched, and hidden emotions gradually emerged. The originally calm people were still calm, with doubts, confusions, and vigilance. There were also many people: the appearance of the ancestor was too sudden, and he was a second-generation disciple more than 100,000 years ago. Even for the Taoist priest, this was a strange thing that violated the ultimate Tao of heaven and earth.

Kun Dun could completely ignore these mood fluctuations in the Taoist throne tower, but he couldn't do it. He could not allow the perfect thing he created to have any flaws. More and more magic power remained in the Taoist throne tower to balance the various emotions that Taoists shouldn't have. The magic that Huangjing and other places enjoyed naturally decreased.

Zuo Liuying's pressure was not much reduced, but his fighting spirit was greatly stimulated. Finally, he roughly saw the boundary of this fog: Kun Dun's magic power was not endless, boundless, and he also had limits. Although for Zuo Liuying and Mu Xingqiu, this limit was too far away, he finally had a goal, not as confused and ignorant as before.

The entire Imperial Kyoto hoped that the ancestor would win quickly, but the battle was not over yet. In the disappointed eyes of everyone, Zuo Liuying persisted until after the second nightfall.

The people all went to bed, and the practitioners gradually retreated, and everyone wanted to sleep. Maybe everything would get better tomorrow morning.

But after opening his eyes again, the imperial capital was not about victory and joy, but about panic and chill. They were like someone stripped off their cotton coats in the snowy winter. They were shivering in the cold wind with only single clothes. They missed the master's magic very much. Just like longing for the stove and sunshine. They lived well without these things before, but now they lost them but feel that they were about to be unable to hold on.

In the sky and the earth, the hatred in the eyes of Zuo Liuying was increasing. If it weren't for the fear of offending the ancestors and Taoist throne, mortals would have rushed up and punched Zuo Liuying.

All day long, the imperial capital was filled with resentment. The residents on the ground didn't want to do anything. A little thing could anger them, causing big and small verbal wars until they were fists and feet. The practitioners in the sky were not as lawful as before. Everyone wanted to fly higher. As a result, they gradually evolved into uncompromising competitions, but few battles occurred. After all, this was the territory of Taoism, and casual cultivators and talisman masters dared not act rashly.

Even the Taoist Tower was not so stable. As the third night came, Taoist priests kept coming out of the tavern. Everyone looked at Zuo Liuying at the intersection of the street and then jumped away. They were not defectors, and most of them returned to the tower before dawn, but they were free on this night, and even Kun Dun didn't know where they went and what they had done.

Zhang Xianger is also one of the Taoist priests in the tower. She came out late, and it was already midnight. She first walked to Zuo Liuying, looked at him coldly for a while, and said, "It's better for Shen Cunyi to go home. He has no future in the Taoist throne. From the moment he can't keep up with my cultivation progress, we have parted ways. For me, cultivation is everything."

Zuo Liuying didn't say anything. He was concentrating on casting spells and was unwilling to do useless work. He knew very well whether he could or could not. Zhang Xiang'er was not Shen Cunyi and could not be convinced by a few words.

Zhang Xiang'er flew away, her mood was far less calm than her expression. She felt upset, but she couldn't explain the specific reason. She attributed this situation to the fact that she had not yet formed the Taoist heart and Zuo Liuying's magic influence.

She flew half a circle in the night sky of the imperial capital. On the way, she met several casual cultivators. Before she could react, the other party had already avoided her far away. The irritability in her heart did not decrease, but became heavier. Zhang Xiang'er flew towards the direction of the palace and wanted to seek advice from a mortal.

The talisman master and casual cultivator in the palace were conscientious and politely stopped Zhang Xiang'er. He felt embarrassed when he heard that she was going to see Queen Xun. This was the second half of the night. Who dared to go to the inner courtyard to disturb the queen's sleep? The last smart talisman master came up with a solution, and he asked the female Taoist priest to find the maid whom Queen Xun trusted the most.

Zeng Fu didn't like living in the palace and had already moved back to the small courtyard near the palace. When Zhang Xiang'er fell into the yard, she was lying on the bed and unable to fall asleep. She silently checked with her eyes open.

"Aunt." Zhang Xiang'er whispered outside the door. When she was a child, she took turns living in the Princess's Mansion and Shen's house. She was very familiar with Zeng Fu and kept calling her aunt.

Zeng Fu immediately got out of bed, walked over to open the door barefoot, and smiled as soon as he saw Zhang Xianger, "I thought you would never come to see me once you became a Taoist priest."

Zhang Xianger smiled slightly. If it weren't for the fight between Zuo Liuying and the ancestor, she wouldn't have come to see Zeng Fu or the princess, "Sorry, I'll disturb you to sleep."

"What a coincidence, I have insomnia today. Maybe I have a premonition that you will come tonight, come in quickly." Zeng Fu asked Zhang Xianger to go in and put on his shoes and clothes.

Both of them were not used to lighting the lights, so they made the room so dark.

"Tell me, what's going on? Zuo Liuying and his ancestors fought, and everyone in the city was restless." Zeng Fu poured a glass of water in the dark. She had no eyes. When she served Zuo Liuying, she developed the habit of doing things in the dark.

"They fight for illusions. The longer they last, the more foreign exchange spells, which may affect others. However, it will be over soon. The ancestors can actually defeat Zuo Liuying long ago, and he has been showing mercy." Zhang Xianger didn't know the details of the battle, so she could only make some guesses.

Zeng Fu nodded, "Zuo Liuying is still so unpredictable. Didn't he declare war on Mu Xingqiu? Why do you do it yourself? This time, anyone can guess that he will be defeated. Mu Xingqiu should come tomorrow. I am more optimistic about him, just hope that he will take a lighter action and not destroy the entire imperial capital. Alas, these years of major disasters and minor disasters, I hope that I can die early and leave the funeral behind me to those who are behind me. Xiang'er, what should you do? You have to live for many years."

After a long time of separation, Zeng Fu talked a little too much. Zhang Xianger listened with a smile, and her irritability in her heart decreased a little, so she no longer mentioned the need to see Queen Xun. "With the ancestor here, everything will only get better and better. You have also seen the changes in the imperial capital."

"It's not just that I can see it, but I feel it. I feel like I'm pretending to be honey in my heart. I feel very sweet just by walking a few steps."

"Look, this is the founder's credit."

"But Queen Xun said, 'Whoever gave you the things will have the right to take them away in the future. Things that are not obtained by your own efforts will not be stable.'"

"She is a princess, born to enjoy wealth and glory. Do she say such things?"

"Yes, the natural wealth and wealth are not reliable. If your parents are gone or don't like it, everything will be gone. Queen Xun can get to where she is today because of her own efforts, not her natural status."

Zhang Xianger smiled, "Auntie and the princess believe in Mu Xingqiu, right?"

"If you have seen the things that Mu Xingqiu has done, you will believe him. But it doesn't make any sense. The queen is also a mortal. Compared with the Taoist priest, she believes that no one can influence tomorrow's battle. We stand firm just to retain the only little dignity." Perhaps because of the fact that the tone was too stiff, Zeng Fu also smiled, "The power of mortals is weak, and there is naturally not much dignity. I just want to follow my mood and not be affected by magic. The ancestor can make me feel joy all the time, but why is this joy? Xiang'er, you can see me, which is more joy than the most powerful magic."

Zhang Xiang'er was moved and suddenly understood why Shen Cunyi had to go home.

There was a rooster crowing outside, and Zeng Fu stretched, "I have to calm down. I will see Mu Xingqiu fighting with the ancestors later. Don't be as boring as Zuo Liuying's fighting."
Chapter completed!