CHAPTER 147: CHAPTER 91: GOLDEN HALL! (PART 2)

Calculating from the time of the Zhao family’s ancestors, even if all Tier Nine Saint King Realm individuals joined forces, they probably couldn’t help him break through the Mystical Gate.

Zhao Yi, on his own, acted like a trashcan for the entire Zhao family.

How could his throne not be stable?

Zhao Yi felt numb, but Prince Zhi was in a great mood.

He curiously observed the scenery around him, his face full of mixed emotions.

Prince Zhi sighed, "I never thought there would come a day when I could return to normal."

Miaoyin asked from the side, "Prince, how do you feel?"

Prince Zhi replied with a smile, "I feel great, really great! Although I’ve lost my True Essence, it feels like I’ve broken free from the shackles imprisoning me. I can’t even remember the last time I felt this relaxed."

Miaoyin beamed, "So this path is feasible then!"

Prince Zhi nodded, looking at Zhao Yi with admiration in his eyes, "Although it only addresses the symptoms and not the root cause, it’s the only path that can buy us more time. The purpose of the endless exploration by our ancestors was to gain a bit more time!"

Zhao Yi, seeing their enthusiasm in conversation, asked curiously, "What are you talking about? I don’t understand."

Miaoyin explained, "The Zhao family’s ancestors have never stopped exploring the ’Dragon God Technique’ and the defects in the Zhao bloodline. They tried many methods; although most didn’t work, a few were proven feasible."

Prince Zhi added, "Among them, the most favored and the most difficult path is to find a younger member with talent comparable to yours, with a thick Mystical Gate, and have others exhaust their True Essence into him. This way, even without using the Disperse Technique, it can delay the frenzy and explosive body, thus buying more time for survival!"

Zhao Yi: "..."

Prince Zhi ignored Zhao Yi and sighed, "The pity is that most Zhao family members are exceptionally gifted. Few are as dim-witted as to have a Mystical Gate as heavy as a mountain; such talent is seen once in a millennium, making this path the most difficult of all!"

Zhao Yi: "..."

At this point, Prince Zhi also looked puzzled.

He looked at Zhao Yi, puzzled, "When you were young, your aptitude was tested, and though you seemed slow, you weren’t as dull as now. Can talent worsen with age? How strange!"

Zhao Yi: "..."

Prince Zhi was about to continue when Zhao Yi quickly stopped him.

"Uncle, you’re tired. Take a rest first."

This old lunatic had been mad for too long. Now that he’d regained some sanity, he wouldn’t stop chattering.

And he had no sense, continuously poking at Zhao Yi’s sore spots.

Is this how you treat your savior?

Clearly, Prince Zhi didn’t see Zhao Yi as a savior.

"Rest for what?"

Prince Zhi grabbed Zhao Yi and dragged him out.

"The ancestors are all waiting for you to save them!"

As he spoke, a red-golden halo appeared in the void in front of Prince Zhi, and within that halo, a faint door was visible.

Zhao Yi was startled, "Uncle, didn’t you just infuse me? How have you recovered your True Essence so quickly?"

Infusion is when the caster transfers all their True Essence into another person.

The Zhao family’s Tier Nine Saint King Realm members were all burdened by the rampant True Essence of the ’Dragon God Technique,’ some experiencing explosive bodies, others madness.

Only by using the Disperse Technique could they barely survive.

If Prince Zhi recovered his True Essence so quickly after an infusion, Zhao Yi’s importance to the Zhao family wouldn’t be so significant.

"This is the Dragon Domain."

Seeing Zhao Yi’s confusion, Prince Zhi explained, "Once you reach the Tier Nine Saint King Realm and master the ’Dragon God Technique,’ you’ll also have your own Dragon Domain. Using the Dragon Domain takes just a thought and doesn’t require True Essence."

Zhao Yi: "..."

Well said, but please don’t say it again!

If I could break through to the Tier Nine Saint King Realm, would I still worry about not overcoming the Mystical Gate?

Prince Zhi didn’t say more, nodded at Miaoyin, then grabbed Zhao Yi and entered the red-gold halo.

Inside the Dragon Domain, Zhao Yi only saw a world of red-gold before him.

He hadn’t had a chance to observe when he suddenly noticed a change in the surrounding scenery.

"Where is this?" Zhao Yi asked in confusion.

In front of him was a massive square paved with enormous bluestone tiles.

In the center of the square was a two-zhang wide white jade staircase.

The staircase had ninety-nine steps, each side of every step lined with two menacing and fearsome Fierce Beasts.

Ascending the staircase, at the very top, was a grand and awe-inspiring hall.

The hall was ten zhang high, a hundred zhang long, with golden bricks and jade tiles, carved rafters, and painted beams, looking majestic and imposing!

Zhao Yi glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze.

Prince Zhi seemed surprised, "Don’t you think that Golden Hall looks grand? You know, the bricks constructing the hall are all gold, and the tiles are jade. It’s pure luxury!"

"Yes, yes, very luxurious," Zhao Yi replied perfunctorily.

This old lunatic had never seen the world.

Perhaps, in his eyes, a house made of gold and jade was luxurious.

Zhao Yi had chamber pots made of gold, and had he ever bragged about it?

It was clear to Prince Zhi that the Zhao Yi in front of him was different from other Zhao family members.

This guy was the kind who would pick up money just going out the door, completely unjust.

Prince Zhi lost interest immediately.

"Let’s go."

He waved his hand, unwilling to say more to Zhao Yi, and stepped onto the white jade staircase, heading towards the Golden Hall.

Zhao Yi followed behind Prince Zhi and, while passing the Fierce Beasts on either side, reached out to touch them. They weren’t carved from jade; instead, he felt the unique texture of scales and skin.

A thought struck Zhao Yi, and he asked Prince Zhi, "Uncle, are these Fierce Beasts real?"

"Of course."

Prince Zhi finally found a topic where he could stand proud before Zhao Yi and said arrogantly, "There are a total of one hundred ninety-eight Tier Nine Saint King Realm Fierce Beasts here. They’ve all been deprived of their Divine Souls and placed here to act as guardians of the Golden Hall."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yi’s eyes narrowed, "You mean they’re all still alive?"

Prince Zhi looked at him strangely, "Of course they must be alive. How ominous would it be to put dead ones at the entrance!"

Zhao Yi: "..."

Is the issue really about ominousness?

"What if they regain their senses?"

Hearing that these Fierce Beasts were alive and all Tier Nine Saint King Realm, Zhao Yi immediately kept his distance, afraid of being accidentally hurt.

"Worrying unnecessarily." Prince Zhi waved his hand.

He didn’t explain much, only saying, "Once we’re inside the Golden Hall, you’ll see why these things can’t cause trouble."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yi became even more curious about the Golden Hall.

As they approached the Golden Hall, Zhao Yi felt the surrounding air temperature rapidly dropping.

The temperature at the first step was normal, but by the fiftieth step, it had plummeted below zero.

By the time they reached the entrance of the Golden Hall, the air had lost all moisture.

The breath exhaled would instantly freeze into icy powder.

Prince Zhi turned to glance at Zhao Yi, and a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.

He knew how cold it was near the Golden Hall; he had initially worried Zhao Yi would be harmed, but unexpectedly Zhao Yi seemed to adapt.

Who, after all, is the Tier Nine Saint King Realm here?

Shaking his head, Prince Zhi signaled Zhao Yi to push the door.

Without hesitation, Zhao Yi placed his hand on the Golden Gate.

The Golden Gate was heavy, and Zhao Yi expected to exert some force, but to his surprise, the door swung open as soon as his hand touched it.

Then, he was completely stunned!

Inside the Golden Gate was an endless expanse of Ice Coffins as far as the eye could see.

In front of each Ice Coffin, an epitaph was carved from ice, filled with diverse inscriptions.

Zhao Yi looked at the nearest epitaph, which read:

"Damn Zhao Lin owes me a hundred taels of silver!"

Zhao Yi’s mouth twitched, and he checked another epitaph nearby.

"Bastard Zhao Xiang is a fool with amnesia; don’t believe him. I paid those hundred taels twenty years ago!"

Zhao Yi’s expression became vividly complex.

He then looked at the third epitaph, which contained a serious message:

"If you’re not tired, you’re not tired; counting sheep won’t help you sleep!"

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