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Chapter 232 - 229 Divine Emperor of the Divine Court, Emperor Zhou’s Audience

Chapter 232: Chapter 229 Divine Emperor of the Divine Court, Emperor Zhou’s Audience

Everything was moving in the direction of the future memory, only the winners and losers had changed.

Forces that had not chosen to submit also began to make their own moves.

In a blink of an eye, a month had passed.

At Tuzhou, the original site of the Beast Taming Sect.

Great peaks stood upon the earth, some draped with silver waterfalls like inverted galaxies, while others were shrouded in mist, vague and majestic.

A sky-blue river, carrying the scent of herbs, wound around the mountains like a blue ribbon, deep and tranquil.

High above, a vast complex of palaces sprawled out of sight, its golden light scattering, adding to its solemnity.

One could even faintly hear the pleasing sounds of phoenix cries and dragon roars, accompanied by the melodies of lutes.

"The Divine Court has truly been established." An elderly man in plain clothing with white hair looked up at the palaces in the sky and exclaimed in admiration.

Then, he entered the Beast Taming Sect with a young man, under the watchful eyes of all. No! The Divine Court!

"Who is that? I saw him enter the Beast Taming Sect and go straight into the Divine Court," a young man in bronze armor asked quietly, a glimmer of longing in his eyes.

"Some unknown minor sect or faction also dares to attend the grand assembly of the Divine Court," a mocking voice came from the crowd.

Before the young man could retort, someone in the crowd spoke again: "Although the elderly man is dressed in plain clothing, the ring on the thumb of his right hand is possessed only by one force."

"Heavenly Secret Pavilion!"

"Even the Heavenly Secret Pavilion shouldn’t be able to enter the Divine Court like this."

"Heh, Heavenly Secret Pavilion, those people always scheming everywhere, who knows what roles they have played these past four years?"

At this moment, the crowd outside the mountain gate vaguely understood something from their diverse conversations.

"Never mind the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, I heard that the Great Zhou has also come."

"Yes, I personally saw many ministers from Great Zhou."

...

Inside the palace.

Five chairs carved with the sun, moon, stars, and all things of creation stood upon the steps.

Each chair was occupied by a figure.

Four of the chairs were slightly to the back, concealed in divine light, their appearances obscured from view.

Only the one seated in the center, a young man in a blue robe, exuded a profound and commanding presence that continuously emerged.

It resembled the heavens overturning and the earth upending.

This caused the figures on both sides of the palace to unconsciously bow slightly.

Liang Hui rested his palm on the armrest, looking forward, transcending space to see the crowd that had come for an audience.

Only afterward did he turn his gaze to the people standing within the palace.

The Divine Armament Valley Master, the Longevity Hall Master, the Southern Barbarian’s Twenty-Three Cave Masters, the Sword Sect Leader, the Cloud Mist Sect Master... each one a top powerhouse and major figure on the outside.

At that moment, they all wore respectful expressions, choosing to join the Divine Court.

With a gentle lift of his hand, he signaled for the people to straighten themselves.

"The world is in peril; the Heavenly Demon Realm will soon arrive. Only by uniting the world’s strength can we oppose them," he stated.

"Hence, there should only be one force in the world, the Divine Court, which must promptly and with all its might pacify the realm."

"Honor the Divine Emperor’s Command!"

The crowd below the steps roared in agreement.

"However, our greatest threat remains the Heavenly Demon Realm; there is no way humans and demons can coexist."

"Sword Sect Leader, Divine Armament Valley Master, bring with you four Primordial Spirit powerhouses and various disciples to the East Sea to guard against the infiltration of the Heavenly Demon Realm."

"Yes, Divine Emperor Your Majesty."

Respectful answers rang out as decisions regarding the fate of the world unfolded in the imperial assembly.

At this moment, everyone felt security and hope; the world had returned to the right track, starting to improve.

The Heavenly Demon Realm now seemed less formidable, not insurmountable.

After all, in memory, they had already won once. This time, it would surely unfold as it had in their memories.

From dawn to nightfall, the first royal court meeting of the Divine Court finally concluded.

At that moment, a soldier clad in silver armor, under Liang Hui’s signal, approached.

Kneeling on one knee, he shouted loudly, "The Prime Minister of Zhou Nation, the Imperial Secretaries, and the Grand Offeror, escorting the False Emperor of the Wu Clan to an audience."

"Enter," Liang Hui, his arm resting on the chair and palm supporting his cheek, spoke somewhat contentedly.

Soon, four figures stepped in.

To be precise, three figures, surrounding an elegant and dignified lady.

"Minister Fu Bo, Mao Shou, and Fu Yan of the Zhou people, pay homage to Divine Emperor Your Majesty!"

Liang Hui’s gaze bypassed the two white-haired elders and settled on a burly man among the four.

He was the only one with divine veins and, within those with divine veins, counted as powerful.

However, after lingering on him for a moment, his attention shifted to the beautiful lady in the middle.

Dressed in a red robe adorned with dragon patterns, wearing a dragon crown, her eyes were filled with fatigue.

She was the Great Zhou’s empress, the Manifest Empress.

"Emperor Zhou, this being our first encounter, and you find yourself in such disarray," Liang Hui said with a detached expression and an even tone, devoid of mockery, as if it were an ordinary greeting.

"Misfortune has struck me, and for four years I have been shackled, with no chance of turning the tides ever since," the Wu Clan lady sighed, her eyes reflecting despondency.

It wasn’t that she lacked intelligence, but since that night four years ago.

For her, the game on the chessboard was already at a dead-end; she could only struggle to survive, unable to turn the situation around.

Liang Hui chuckled without responding, thinking that what she called shackles were nothing more than her inability to part with the great cause she had worked so hard to build.

He didn’t believe that Emperor Zhou had no chances to flee the imperial palace or the capital city.

But at this point, Emperor Zhou’s fate was already sealed.

Whether it was the army that appeared in the ancient temple at the beginning of his dropped memories or the vengeance for the annihilation of the Chivalrous Sect, she could not survive.

After quietly observing for a while, the young man facing the lady below the steps said, "Execute her."

"Along with all the imperial bloodline, and those from the Imperial Court who participated in the destruction of the Chivalrous Sect, kill them too."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The way the young man ordered his subordinates caused the two elders to show excited expressions.

And Fu Yan, as the Grand Offeror, also involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that Divine Emperor Your Majesty had not ordered a massacre too broad this time.

"Fu Yan, how many more with divine veins or Primordial Spirit experts exist in Zhou Nation?"

"Your Majesty, apart from myself, there are two with divine veins and one with a Primordial Spirit," Fu Yan replied softly, pausing and hinting, "None of them from the royal family."

"Heh, you all have done well," Liang Hui looked at Fu Yan with some surprise, straightening his body, and lowering his hand.

"Since you’ve already started, eliminate all the remnants. Then enter the Divine Court," Liang Hui instructed.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The three of them had joy in their eyes, as they had taken great risks, and in the end, they were about to get on the last train to eternal life and immortality.

Emperor Zhou remained silent and after casting a deep glance at the people in the palace, was escorted away by the three people.

With the business of Zhou Nation concluded, the people in the palace also began to leave one after the other.

Soon, only five people remained in the solemn palace.

The glow slowly receded from the four chairs behind Liang Hui, revealing the true faces of the four.

Tang Tang, Feng Li, Su Yao, and Qing Tian were looking at the young man who stood up with inexplicable expressions in their eyes.

Liang Hui looked composed.

Turning around,

He walked forward, coming before the four.

"Thank you all for looking after me during the escape. Without you, there would be no me today, and I have not forgotten our promise to share the years together," he said.

"It’s nothing more than lifting a finger," they responded.

"Also, Qin Dao, I don’t like it here; I want to return to Silver Moon Peak." Her silver hair fluttered with the light, and her silver eyes were serious.