Immortal Taoist Treasure, How To Use The Body Of The Holy Emperor

Luo Yi approached Orion with measured steps, kneeling on one knee. "My lord, I have fulfilled my mission," he said, his voice steady despite the tension in the air.

Orion's eyes flickered with concern as he noticed the blood seeping through Luo Yi's wounds. "Are your injuries serious?" he asked, his brow furrowing.

Luo Yi, touched by his lord's care, bowed his head slightly before responding, "Thank you, my lord, for your concern. Zhou Qianfu possessed an Immortal Daoist treasure that caught me off guard. That's how I was injured." He paused for a moment, then added with a hint of pride, "But even that treasure was no match for the Emperor-killing Spear. It cut through without resistance."

With a swift motion, Luo Yi presented a bracelet-like artifact to Orion. "This is the treasure I took from Zhou Qianfu. Without it, I would have defeated him much sooner."

Orion's gaze narrowed in curiosity as he examined the bracelet. It appeared ordinary at first glance, its surface smooth like jade. Yet, as soon as his fingers brushed against it, a subtle pulse of energy told him otherwise.

Suddenly, a voice echoed in Orion's mind. [Immortal-grade primary Daoist treasure: Spirit Light Bracelet. Functions: Restraint (can enlarge to bind anyone below the sixth level of the Immortal Realm); Impact (can grow larger to strike with immense power)].

Orion's lips curled into a smirk. "As expected from an Immortal treasure, it's incredibly powerful," he thought. The Spirit Light Bracelet was even more advanced than the Emperor-killing Spear in terms of level, but thankfully, it wasn't designed for offense. Otherwise, Luo Yi might have faced a far graver challenge.

"You did well," Orion said, nodding as he slipped the bracelet onto his wrist. The treasure's ability to alter its form made it an easy fit as it transformed into a sleek, inconspicuous accessory. He flexed his fingers, admiring how it blended with his attire. "Perhaps I'll put its abilities to the test tonight," he thought with a mischievous grin, though the specifics of his intentions were known only to him.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield, the atmosphere grew tense. Zhou Qianfu had fallen, and with him, one of the Great Zhou Dynasty's most formidable warriors. To make matters worse, Orion's forces had gained another Half-Emperor combatant. The situation was grim.

Suddenly, the void trembled once more, and with a deafening boom, a crack split the sky. Three figures emerged, their silhouettes sharp against the light.

A figure hurtled toward the ground like a meteor, slamming into it with a force so immense that the earth cracked and spider-webbed beneath the impact. Dust and smoke billowed out, obscuring the battlefield.

The eyes of both armies locked on the scene, hearts racing as they waited for clarity. Zhou Linglong's breath hitched in her throat as dread gnawed at her. "Has disaster struck us again?" she muttered under her breath.

From above, the remaining two figures hovered—Xu Chu and Emperor Qingyun. Orion's lips curled into a satisfied grin. "I knew it," he whispered. His confidence swelled. The victory seemed near, but the question remained—had they eliminated the black-robed figure, their most elusive enemy?

In the massive crater below, the man in the black robe struggled to his feet. His face was pale, his body broken, but he still lived. Barely. Had it not been for the protective treasure he carried, Xu Chu and Emperor Qingyun would have finished him long ago. Yet survival came at a price—his injuries were too severe to continue the fight.

Desperation etched across his features, the man in black staggered toward Zhou Linglong. "There's still one way left," he rasped. "Buy me time, just a little more."

Zhou Linglong looked at him, her heart heavy with doubt. What could possibly be done at this point? Yet, out of respect for his former loyalty, she gave the order. "Raise the protective shield over Chang'an. Don't let Orion's forces breach the city!"

A shimmering dome of light enveloped Chang'an, pulsating with energy. As the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the city's defenses were unparalleled, rooted in the dynasty's vast fortune. Zhou Linglong hoped it would hold, though deep inside, her faith wavered.

"What now?" she asked the black-robed man, her voice hollow.

The man's eyes gleamed. "You possess the body of the Holy Emperor, but it remains dormant. Now is the time to awaken it."

"The body of the Holy Emperor?" Zhou Linglong murmured, her heart quickening. She had always known about her lineage but had never been able to harness its power. No one had ever shown her the way.

"I will guide you," the man said, his voice filled with urgency. Without waiting for her response, he thrust a beam of light directly into her brow. Zhou Linglong gasped as her mind was flooded with knowledge. The secrets of the Holy Emperor's body, hidden for so long, unfolded before her in a whirlwind of understanding.

A surge of power erupted from her core, golden dragon energy rising from the ground and converging into her. Her aura intensified, growing more oppressive with each passing second. The majesty of a true emperor began to manifest, her presence suffocating with divine authority.

The black-robed man watched in awe, his lips curling into a satisfied grin. Zhou Linglong's power was growing, and with it, so too were their chances. The dynasty's accumulated fortune was flowing into her, and soon, she would be a force to rival the heavens.

The tide had not turned yet—but the final move was coming.