The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1767: The Justice of the Imperial Court

Chapter 1767: Chapter 1767: The Justice of the Imperial Court

"Hmph! Troublesome monkey!"

The voice snorted coldly again, then ignored Sun Wukong, letting him laugh maniacally.

Around Burial Demon Mountain, many living creatures had already stopped, but none dared to rashly enter.

Looking at the few figures atop the mountain peak, the creatures kept discussing.

"Are they the Great Emperors of the Imperial Court?"

"Not sure. Their auras are so powerful, at least the fifth level of consummation!"

"That aura on the mountain seems like Emperor Wuzheng!"

"Emperor Wuzheng? Isn’t he supposed to be dead?"

"It truly is Emperor Wuzheng. Billions of years ago, he charged into the Overbearing Divine Region alone, and no one dared to diminish his prestige. I witnessed it with my own eyes!"

Soon, some creatures recognized one of the figures’ identities.

Emperor Wuzheng!

The greatest shame of the Overbearing Divine Region, executed by the Imperial Court for insulting a divine region, and to think he actually joined the Imperial Court.

The creatures secretly speculated that if this news reached the Overbearing Divine Region, it would definitely cause a huge stir.

However, recently the Overbearing Xuwu had died tragically. Even if the Overbearing Divine Region had opinions, they dared not provoke the Imperial Court.

"Oh, Wuzheng, didn’t expect so many still remember you."

On the mountain peak, a teasing laughter resounded. Emperor Wuzheng, standing at the center, slightly lifted his chin. Upon closer look, he wore a broad black robe, his long hair coiled at the back of his head, his features handsome and valiant, with broad shoulders seemingly bearing everything.

Emperor Wuzheng remained expressionless, saying, "That’s all in the past."

Beside him, a white-haired man leaned over, his demeanor cold like a venomous snake, chuckling lightly, "You should have been executed back then, why are you still alive?"

Emperor Wuzheng glanced at him, saying, "There are some things you shouldn’t inquire about, or no one can save you."

Upon saying this, the white-haired man’s eyes narrowed, a hint of killing intent flashing through, but he hid it well, retreating with a smiling face.

Apart from them, there were five other figures, all once formidable powers, now allied to serve the Imperial Court.

"How long must we wait?"

Emperor Wuzheng looked at a humanoid shadow behind him and asked. Amidst the dense fog, they were like a gathering of Demon Ancestors, instilling terror.

"Wait two more days, then no longer."

The shadow replied, its voice hoarse, emitting killing intent like a cold wind.

Two days’ time was like a blink of an eye to them.

Meanwhile, the City of Fate swiftly flew towards Burial Demon Mountain.

Qin Jun and the White Emperor stood on top of the highest building, gazing into the distant starry sky.

"The auras converging ahead are strong indeed. This is the eighth Origin Plane, existing for even longer than the Primordial. Do you think there are other Origin Planes besides the eighth?"

The White Emperor stroked his beard in admiration, recalling the Holy Court of the Xuandang World.

His hometown once felt so small.

Qin Jun rolled his eyes, saying, "Eighth implies there’s at least a seventh and sixth, right?"

The White Emperor chuckled, "True."

Swish—

At that moment, a blue figure suddenly shot past, moving faster than the City of Fate.

Qin Jun glanced over, momentarily stunned.

It was the Domain Lord of the Cangjing Divine Domain, Empress Xuanqi.

Feeling his gaze, Empress Xuanqi looked back at him and smiled slightly, seemingly unsurprised to encounter Qin Jun.

"Is she also going to Burial Demon Mountain?"

Qin Jun squinted in thought. He could now see through Empress Xuanqi’s cultivation level.

Supreme Origin Master of the sixth level of consummation!

Truly worthy of being a domain lord.

Empress Xuanqi soon disappeared ahead.

"Do you know her? Tsk tsk, you lucky boy, never heard of Empress Xuanqi smiling at anyone." The White Emperor raised his eyebrows, trying to tease Qin Jun.

Li Yuanba snorted, "Of course, our majesty’s charm is unparalleled!"

"And what about you?"

"Me? I don’t like women!"

"..."

The White Emperor shook his head with a smile, choosing to ignore this fool.

The City of Fate continued its flight.

Two days passed in a flash.

Burial Demon Mountain had gathered hundreds of thousands of creatures, all with strong cultivation, mostly from other divine domains, all suspended in the starry sky, not daring to rashly enter Burial Demon Mountain.

The starry sky was dim, shrouded in gloomy fog.

Besides wanting to watch, the creatures also hoped to join the Imperial Court.

Legend said that once you entered the Imperial Court, all gods would worship you, and no realm would dare oppose.

"Are they the outsiders? They don’t look unusual."

"Tsk tsk, two Supreme Origin Masters, probably not outsiders."

"If the Imperial Court says they’re outsiders, then they are!"

"How do you think the Imperial Court will judge them?"

"I can’t understand why the Imperial Court is making such a big fuss."

The creatures kept discussing, while Empress Xuanqi hid in high fog, like the bright moon behind clouds.

Empress Xuanqi’s eyelashes trembled slightly, as if shaking the world. Her beautiful eyes, filled with autumn water, slowly opened, and for a moment, the gentleness receded, replaced by an unfathomable depth.

"Is it starting?"

Empress Xuanqi murmured softly, as if talking to herself.

Soon, Emperor Wuzheng’s voice rang out:

"Earlier, while patrolling the Origin Realm, we discovered two outsiders from the lower realms. We suspect the lower realms have a conspiracy against us. Today, we will judge these two outsiders here, aiming for a fair and just judgment of the lower realm’s conspiracy in the eyes of all beings."

Justice!

This was the slogan the Imperial Court had long promoted, but every long-lived creature knew it to be a joke.

The Imperial Court’s justice was about enslaving numerous divine domains.

Boom! Boom!

Two stone coffins suddenly rose, with Sun Wukong and Yang Jian sealed inside, suspended over Burial Demon Mountain, locked by millions of eyes.

"Judge my ass! If you’ve got the guts, just kill us!"

Sun Wukong cursed boldly, unafraid of death.

Yang Jian, though silent, had his eyes tightly closed and face icy.

"Tell us, who sent you, and where are you from!"

The white-haired man suddenly rose, coming before the two Gods and Demons, interrogating them.

Emperor Wuzheng and the other six figures followed, dispersing the fog surrounding Burial Demon Mountain.

Their auras converged, causing a tremendous shock to the minds of millions of creatures.

"So strong."

Empress Xuanqi squinted her beautiful eyes, thinking of Qin Jun, shaking her head slightly, as if mourning for Qin Jun.

"Are you stupid? Do you think I’d tell?"

Sun Wukong retorted angrily, amusing many creatures despite themselves.

The white-haired man’s expression darkened, waving his right hand, strange blood energy burrowed into Sun Wukong’s body, instantly changing his expression as he tilted his head back and roared.

"Ahhhh——"

Sun Wukong’s scream was filled with agony, making one’s scalp tingle.

Emperor Wuzheng remained expressionless, coldly watching Sun Wukong, awaiting his confession.

"Stop!"

At that moment, an angry roar came, shaking the starry sky.

It was Li Yuanba!

A golden rainbow flew across the starry sky, slashing over the heads of millions of creatures.

Clang—

The white-haired man instinctively swung his palm to block. A blood-colored giant blade stood before him, clashing with Li Yuanba’s golden hammer. With a boom, the white-haired man’s body was smashed, falling into Burial Demon Mountain, and the blood-colored giant blade shattered.