The Holy Maiden Uncovers My Coffin When I Just Become An Emperor’s Corpse
Chapter 145 I, Supreme Above Heaven!

Chapter 145: Chapter 145 I, Supreme Above Heaven!

"Yes, master!"

As Yang Yan’s command was given, the figures before him disappeared, leaving only emperors dressed in dragon robes and some sect leaders at a loss.

They looked at Yang Yan, trembling, not daring to act recklessly.

*For they knew that the person before them was extraordinary!*

*Up until now, they still hadn’t discerned his true strength!*

*They only knew that he could subdue the Turbid Dragon Vein with just three words!*

"I just heard the Eighth Prince calling him master!" a middle-aged man in a dragon robe whispered.

His face bore deep shoe prints.

"Are you sure you didn’t mishear? The direct son of the Primordial Emperor recognized another as his master?" exclaimed the young emperor in a brand-new dragon robe.

He immediately covered his mouth, not daring to breathe loudly.

"Yes, really, I saw and heard it with my own eyes and ears.

You might have been focusing on him the whole time, not noticing.

But I was closest to the Eighth Prince and heard it very clearly!" the middle-aged man in the dragon robe said, touching the half of his face that had been stepped on.

The others looked on with disbelief!

That was the son of the Primordial Emperor!

The son of the one who backed them had become the other’s servant, so what about them?

*Were they servants of a servant?*

"Hmm?"

At that moment, as Yang Yan turned, the previously murmuring small monarchs and sect leaders knelt down, lowering their heads.

With their heads buried, they dared not speak!

As Yang Yan turned back, beads of sweat appeared on the foreheads of the small monarchs and sect leaders!

"What terrifying pressure!" they thought to themselves.

The scene grew silent, followed by a series of neighs that caught their attention.

They looked over.

"Three Dragon Veins!!!"

The small monarchs and sect leaders almost had their hearts jump out.

The small countries and sects they established were only based on a single dragon vein, and it was merely a Turbid Dragon Vein.

Now, to establish a dynasty, the other party had directly unearthed and buried three Dragon Veins.

"Is he a prince of the Holy Dynasty, bringing out three Dragon Veins to establish a dynasty?"

"This place is just a few thousand miles wide; do you really need such grandeur to build a dynasty?"

"This is so damn impressive!"

The small monarchs and sect leaders were almost stupefied!

Rumble!

The earth roared as Qing Feng and Qing Yun released half of the seals on the three Dragon Veins.

Manipulating the veins, they buried them into the earth.

Instantly, the previously collapsing land, the small nation’s walls, and the pits on the ground were all restored flat within a few breaths.

At the same time, mountains rose, with green trees and vegetation appearing atop!

The barren land became vibrant!

Channels and rivers were carved out day by day, flowing into the Eastern Sea.

The presence of Dragon Veins changed the terrain, altered the feng shui.

Especially with three Dragon Veins, the change to this land was immense.

"This..."

The small monarchs and sect leaders were unprepared for the transformation of this land.

"I didn’t imagine the effect of the Dragon Veins to be so powerful, and this is just three of them!

He also has a purified Turbid Dragon Vein in his hand!"

Four Dragon Veins!

With such power, it was easy to establish an Emperor Dynasty.

"Now it finally looks like a kingdom!" Yang Yan said, holding the Nine Dragon Jade Seal, scanning his surroundings.

At his feet was a Dragon Ball, with the three Dragon Veins established around it.

The vast feng shui power poured into the Dragon Ball, streams of feng shui essence entering his body from beneath his feet.

The Dragon Ball’s power greatly increased, allowing him to rely on it to display over three hundred percent of his Emperor’s Qi Observation Technique’s power!

"It’s time to establish a central city!"

To build a dynasty, how could there not be an imperial city!

Yang Yan took a deep breath and slowly raised his hand.

Rumble!

The earth surged, and the city walls rose simultaneously from all directions.

The land accumulated layer upon layer, reaching nearly a hundred meters high.

"Those small nations shouldn’t exist; their buildings can be moved into the city!"

Building new palaces required materials, people, and time.

Yang Yan didn’t have time to wait, so he directly used the existing palaces.

"They aren’t important, what’s important is!

Today, I become a monarch, a being above ten thousand, apart from establishing a power of my own.

The other reason is to understand again what it means to be an Emperor!

To truly grasp what an Emperor and a king are!"

His Shaking Heaven Dragon Sword Intent, his Emperor’s Power, and his various supreme sword techniques.

Eventually, he was just imitating a form!

They were powers he inferred from sensing the residual energies of the Sword Dao Emperor, not belonging to him personally!

But today, as he accomplished becoming a monarch, was when he truly possessed his own Emperor’s aura.

"I must forge my own supreme path!"

Yang Yan’s figure rose, standing in mid-air.

Looking down, he saw the locations of several small nations.

Extending a hand, he pointed toward a small nation’s place.

The ground shifted, moving the royal palace with its foundation toward Yang Yan’s city.

"That would make a good secondary hall!"

With the movement of his finger, everything within a ten-thousand-mile radius would be at his disposal!

The mortals and cultivators driven here by the Old Sword God and Liu Piaoxu.

Each one watched this scene, gazing up at the figure in the sky!

"Is a divine being descending?"

*To manipulate the world like chess pieces!*

*They had never seen such Divine Skills!*

In their imagination, aside from the legendary gods, who else could achieve this?

Some people and cultivators knelt on the ground, crawling forward like pilgrims.

Originally coerced, now they willingly came to worship Yang Yan!

In a short time, a newly built city was completely finished.

It towered like a behemoth, occupying a hundred-mile radius.

A magnificent palace, resembling a nine-tiered pagoda made of ten palaces, stood at the center.

In the uppermost palace, Yang Yan stood.

Chu Mei’er, Leng Bi Yue, Ming Yue, Xue Ni Chang were helping him change clothes.

Switching to a dragon robe!

This was crafted by Liu Piaoxu in a short time using Profound Qi, along with a Purple Crown.

Donning the dragon robe and the Purple Gold Crown, Leng Bi Yue went over to open the door.

Yang Yan sat on the Dragon Chair, looking down.

Whether cultivators or humans, all crawled beneath his feet.

No one dared to meet his gaze.

Each bowed, their bodies trembling.

Yang Yan’s gaze continued beyond, seeing outside the city.

Outside the city were cultivators and humans.

They also knelt, paying their respects to him.

Yang Yan’s aura began to gradually change.

*There was a sense of depth, invincibility, and loneliness!*

"Emperor, shall we commence the coronation ceremony?" Qing Feng, dressed in a Daoist Robe, walked in, kneeling as he asked.

He was a Daoist Sect cultivator, now appointed by Yang Yan as State Preceptor, presiding over the ceremony.

Moreover, he had changed his form of address, no longer calling him "master."

"Commence!" Yang Yan spoke the words gravely.

Qing Feng bowed his head to the ground.

"Please, Emperor, name this dynasty and confer its title!

Gain recognition from heaven and earth, and invoke the national fortune!"

Name it?

Yang Yan’s gaze turned profound.

"Heavenly Power, my title, Dragon!"

Qing Feng wrote on the paper, then slowly stood up, unfurling a scroll in his hand.

Standing on the palace’s corridor, he spoke loudly to those kneeling below.

"The Tianquan Dynasty stands from this day forth.

Emperor Dragon, endowed by..."

Just as Qing Feng uttered the third word, his voice abruptly stopped.

From behind him, Yang Yan’s voice rang out.

"I, transcend the heavens!"