The greatest saint of all time!

Chapter 56 The Events of That Year

Lu Tianxing's words were like a bolt from the blue.

"How...how is this possible?!"

Lu Heng staggered back two steps, muttering to himself with lifeless eyes.

The enormous difference in his life almost drove him insane!

"No! This isn't real! Father, you're lying to me!"

Lu Heng suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot.

"I clearly slew the fire behemoth, and I clearly ascended the altar!"

"How could that be an illusion?! How could it be fake?"

Although Lu Ming did not lose his composure like Lu Heng, he stood there dumbfounded, as if his soul had been ripped out.

"Overdrawing one's life force... cutting off all future paths..."

Seeing the two of them looking so lost and even a little crazy, Lu Tianxing waved his hand listlessly.

"Alright, I'm tired."

"You two may leave and go back to reflect on your actions."

"And that cultivation technique, while it's only just begun, have it all dispersed immediately to prevent it from leading you astray."

These words completely shattered the last line of defense in their hearts.

Lu Heng opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But seeing Lu Tianxing's extremely cold eyes and Lu Xuan's indifferent expression beside him, they ultimately dared not act rashly again.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence.

"Your subject takes his leave."

Lu Ming also bowed silently, following behind Lu Heng like a walking corpse.

The more arrogant they were when they arrived, the more pathetic they became now.

As the palace doors slowly closed, the Imperial Study returned to silence, leaving only Lu Tianxing and his son Lu Xuan.

"Third brother, come and sit down."

"Tell me, what is the true meaning of inheritance?"

Lu Xuan did not reveal all the details about Lu Tianxing's problem.

First, a thought crossed his mind, and then two dark blue flames ignited in his eyes.

"Father, please look."

As he spoke, Lu Xuan's gaze fell upon a paperweight made of black iron on the imperial desk.

The ghostly blue flame flashed and disappeared in an instant.

The incredibly hard black iron paperweight melted away silently, turning into a pool of molten iron, without even a wisp of smoke rising.

Upon seeing this, Lu Tianxing's pupils suddenly contracted.

"What kind of eye technique is this? It's so powerful!"

He could sense that the flame contained an extremely cold and eerie power.

It can not only devour everything, but even burn the soul.

Lu Xuan withdrew his supernatural powers and explained calmly.

"This is the Eye of Netherfire, which Senior Qinglian obtained by chance in a forbidden land."

"It is specifically designed to subdue the soul and can incinerate all things."

"Wow! What amazing power!"

Lu Tianxing was extremely excited.

With this divine ability, even though Lu Xuan is currently only... um? Soul Platform Realm, this kid actually went in once and directly advanced from the Spirit Sea Realm to the Soul Platform Realm?

"In addition, I also received a sword that my predecessor used to wear."

Before Lu Tianxing could even marvel, Lu Xuan flicked his wrist, and the jet-black, rust-covered Devouring Heaven Sword appeared in his hand.

"It's just a pity that this sword has been sealed away for too long, and its spiritual essence has been severely lost. Now it's just an ordinary spiritual weapon."

"However, the senior once said that this sword is made of special material, and if there is an opportunity in the future, it may be able to be restored to the level of a Xuan weapon."

Lu Xuan said, half-jokingly.

The Devouring Sword's devouring properties are too extraordinary; if this were to be revealed, it would likely attract the covetous eyes of countless powerful individuals.

Even when facing his father, Emperor Lu Tianxing, he had to be careful.

"A mystical weapon?!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Tianxing's eyes flashed with a sharp light once again.

"Even if there's only a chance to restore it to a Xuan-level weapon, it's priceless!"

It should be noted that in the entire Great Yan Dynasty, apart from the national treasure, the Flame Dragon Sword, there is no other Xuan-level artifact!

"Third brother, your opportunity this time is truly heaven-defying!"

Lu Tianxing was filled with emotion, and his gaze toward Lu Xuan became increasingly satisfied.

Supernatural powers, divine weapons, inheritance...

All of this proves that Lu Xuan is the true chosen one!

"If that's the case..."

Lu Tianxing took a deep breath, his expression becoming extremely solemn.

He slowly stood up, walked to Lu Xuan, and stared intently at him.

"Third Prince, I've made my decision."

"Tomorrow morning at court, I will issue an edict to announce it to the world."

"Depose Lu Heng and install you as... the Crown Prince of Great Yan!"

"What?"

Lu Xuan was slightly taken aback, not expecting his father to be so decisive.

"Father, this..."

However, he did not refuse or decline.

"My elder brother has been cultivating his power for many years, and his influence in the court is deeply entrenched. If we were to depose him rashly, it would likely cause unrest."

"turmoil?"

Lu Tianxing sneered, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

"I'm not dead yet! This Great Yan dynasty can't be overthrown!"

"and……"

Lu Tianxing changed the subject, his tone revealing a sense of helplessness.

"I...can't wait any longer."

As he spoke, he slowly unfastened his dragon robe, revealing his chest.

There, a dark, inky aura of death spread outwards like a spider web, almost completely engulfing half of his chest.

"This is……"

Lu Xuan's pupils contracted slightly.

"This is the price I had to pay when I forcibly broke through to the Heavenly Origin Realm back then."

Lu Tianxing closed his robes again and gave a bitter smile.

"Back then, I, like the eldest and sixth princes, failed the trial of the secret realm. The only difference is that I persisted a little longer than them, that's all."

"That year, that old thief Lin Ruofu broke through to the Heavenly Origin Realm."

"He is a veteran of three reigns, while I have only recently ascended the throne and my power base is shallow. How could I possibly be his match?"

"To stabilize the court, the only option was to go to the secret realm and forcefully break through to the Heavenly Origin Realm!"

"The imperial physician said I have three more years to live, but I know for sure that I have at most one year..."

"I will surely die in a year!"

At this point, a trace of sadness flashed in Lu Tianxing's eyes.

"Throughout my life, I have been fighting against Heaven and against man."

"Especially that old scoundrel Lin Ruofu... Relying on his status, he's been pressing forward relentlessly, even attempting to usurp imperial power and force the Great Yan to change its name!"

"If I hadn't fought tooth and nail to break through to the peak of the Heavenly Origin Realm and suppressed him, this empire would probably have already changed hands!"

"But now, I can hardly hold back anymore."

Lu Tianxing gripped Lu Xuan's shoulders tightly, his eyes filled with expectation.

"Third brother, you have received the true inheritance; you are the only hope for the Great Yan!"

"I will entrust this empire to you, not just to make you a ruler who maintains the status quo."

"I want you... to destroy the Lin family! I want you to restore imperial power! I want you to lead the Great Yan Dynasty to a wider world!"

"Do you... dare to accept?"

Looking at the frail and elderly emperor before him, Lu Xuan couldn't help but feel a sense of respect.

Lu Tianxing may have been a poor father, but as an emperor, he certainly did his best.

"Your son..."

Lu Xuan took a step back and bowed solemnly to Lu Tianxing.

"As you command!"

"As long as I am here, the Great Yan will forever bear the surname Lu!"

"If the Lin family dares to rebel, I will exterminate their entire clan!"

Upon hearing this resounding promise, tears welled up in Lu Tianxing's eyes, and he laughed heartily.

"Okay! Okay!"

"Having a son like you, I can die without regret!"

……

Although it was late at night, the Prince Xiaoyao's mansion was still brightly lit.

Shen Qiansan and Su Qinghuan sat in the main hall, drinking cup after cup of tea, but neither of them was in the mood to drink it.

"It's been almost two hours, why hasn't His Highness returned yet?"

Shen Qiansan paced back and forth anxiously, his brows furrowed and his eyes filled with worry.