Disbanding the Demonic Court

The three great immortal flowers of the world are all recorded.

"The truth behind the collapse of the Ancient Heavenly Court, Emperor Venerate wanted to sacrifice all the Venerates so he alone could ascend to immortality and live forever!"

"The Undying Heavenly Emperor came from the Immortal Domain, and his five-colored blood contained immortal secrets!"

Traces were left in the Desolate Ancient Era, the Primeval Era, the Mythological Era, and even the unrecordable Chaotic Ancient Era. Several rusty ancient stone tablets recorded the person who once broke through to the Immortal Domain and became an immortal.

"Unfortunately, these are all just the words of bystanders, with no further information."

Zhang Huan said with regret. The records about that person were almost all like this, completed in a few hundred ancient characters.

He did, however, manage to record that the person had suppressed a Supreme Being on the Path to Immortality, and there were no further records beyond that.

Zhang Huan looked at other stone tablets with disappointment. They recorded the inheritance of a Supreme Being, a Heavenly Venerate from the Mythological Era, who had inscribed the entire Character Secret.

"Longevity Heavenly Venerate."

Zhang Huan saw the two characters "Longevity" inscribed in the lower right corner. He had a deep impression of this person, the creator of the Character Secret.

On the Path to Immortality, he first failed in a desperate attempt to ascend, then was bombarded and killed by people from the Ancient Heavenly Court with one-third of the Immortal Ascension Cauldron, and finally fought a decisive battle with the Great Accomplishment Sacred Body. Exhausted, he chose a place to sit and pass away peacefully.

This person had also once taken charge of the Underworld, but later, fearing the Nether Emperor's return and retribution, he left the Underworld and entered the Immortal Mausoleum, never to return.

He never expected that he would leave his inheritance here as well.

Zhang Huan memorized the Character Secret, then found the scripture on the Origin Arts of the Underworld and learned it as well.

The Origin Arts they recorded were no less than those of the Origin Heaven Master. They originated from the Emperor who attained Dao through Origin Arts, and were even more profound and mysterious. The two ghosts also learned from this source.

He observed freely, spending years exploring the depths of the Underworld, and had seen almost all the records on the ancient steles.

He also obtained part of the inheritance of the Spirit Treasure Heavenly Venerate, which the Underworld had specifically collected.

Spirit Treasure was specialized in dealing with malevolent spirits. He suppressed a Corpse Calamity in ancient times single-handedly, earning the deep fear of the Underworld. After his passing, the Underworld had tried to erase his traces, and these found inheritances fell into the hands of the Underworld and had been sealed away.

"Alright, I've seen enough. It's time to go."

Zhang Huan waved his hand, dismissing the Underworld Lord who had served him for several years.

It was time to go back. He had obtained everything he could from the Underworld, and he had no intention of staying any longer.

He still needed to make preparations for his future self.

As Zhang Huan was about to leave, he toured the depths of the Underworld again and suddenly detected a familiar aura in a corner.

"This is... Mysterious Bird?"

He stepped forward and saw an egg, lying quietly in the center of a stone pillar taller than a mountain. The being inside had already taken shape but was bound by Dao and Dharma, unable to break free from the shell.

"Greetings, Great Emperor."

A War Slave knelt and bowed. He had been ordered to guard the Mysterious Bird here.

"Kun Great Saint?"

Hearing the surprised voice, the War Slave looked up with a confused gaze, not understanding what the Great Emperor was ordering.

"Sigh, I'll be a good person this once and send you to reincarnation. Remember to be well-behaved in your next life and don't come to the Underworld to court death."

Zhang Huan shook his head, expressing his pity for Kun Great Saint, who had extended an olive branch to him several times.

The other party was not a great villain. After entering the Underworld, he only wanted to establish himself and develop. Who knew the outcome would be so tragic.

He did not die on the battlefield, but was refined into a slave, never to be reborn.

With a palm strike, he freed Kun Great Saint, and his true spirit entered the cycle of reincarnation.

Looking at the Mysterious Bird, Zhang Huan broke the restraining restrictions and asked it about its relationship with that Undead Mysterious Bird.

The auras of the two were similar, and they looked as if they were carved from the same mold.

The bird egg responded timidly, "It is my elder brother. Our mother had an accident while giving birth to us. We were captured by the Underworld together. My brother's bloodline was stronger, so they took him over. I am ordinary, so they didn't care about me and kept me here for research."

It transmitted its thoughts timidly, its voice growing softer as it spoke, its emotions very low. It had suffered many grievances in the Underworld over the years, and its sadness even brought tears to its eyes.

"So that's how it is. The Underworld captured two Mysterious Bird Eggs back then. One had a bloodline that returned to its ancestor, and the Underworld used it to seek the Imperial Seat. The other had an ordinary bloodline, so it was abandoned and used to research the Origin Source divine abilities of the Mysterious Bird clan."

His elder brother was refined and parasitized alive, and he himself became a prisoner. He must have been tormented a lot over the years, no wonder he was so dejected.

"Come with me and leave this place. You should be soaring in the sky outside, not trapped in hell, helplessly sinking."

Zhang Huan waved his hand and took it away. He toured the depths of the Underworld once more, as if strolling through his own backyard, and pocketed a few precious items.

In terms of title, the entire Underworld belonged to him.

Before leaving, he also instructed the Underworld Lord to behave himself from now on.

"One more thing."

Zhang Huan called out to the Lord.

"Back then, before I attained Dao, someone in the Underworld placed a curse on me. Bring the culprit here to be executed."

He stopped and ordered the Lord to investigate immediately and provide a result.

He was now a nominal Emperor of the Underworld, supreme and unparalleled. Even the Underworld Lord was merely a servant to him, and anyone who dared to lay a hand on him deserved death.

Upon hearing this, the Underworld Lord broke out in a cold sweat, fearing the Supreme Being's wrath. Trembling, he replied, and without a moment's delay, he went to search the archives.

He returned shortly, reporting that the group from that year had all passed away. However, their deaths did not absolve them of the great sin of offending the Supreme Being's might.

He had reduced their corpses to ashes and had not spared their direct relatives, nor had he shown mercy to the clansmen of the other factions within the Underworld. All had been executed.

Zhang Huan nodded indifferently, waving him away. His emotions remained unreadable, and with a stomp of his foot, he vanished.

As he was about to leave the Underworld, a Divine Sense reached him, originating from a Supreme Being.

The Prison Suppressing Emperor's Heavenly Halberd was still sealed within his Heaven Swallowing Demonic Jar. He requested that Zhang Huan, considering how he had done his best to satisfy Zhang Huan this time, release his Emperor Weapon.

Expressing his sincerity, the Prison Suppressing Emperor's tone was earnest.

His Emperor Weapon had been held for over thirty thousand years, and it was time for it to be returned; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to sit still.

"It will return in ten thousand years."

Zhang Huan sent back a Divine Sense.

A golden avenue stretched out, and with a single step, he left the Underworld, heading into the distance.

With the promise made, the Prison Suppressing Emperor said no more, implicitly agreeing.

He couldn't win in a fight, nor could he snatch it back, so he could only wait. He would follow Zhang Huan's wishes.

After all, ten thousand years was but a fleeting moment for a Supreme Being. Perhaps his Emperor Weapon would return before he even awoke again.

Returning to the Demonic Court, Zhang Huan personally sealed the Great Accomplishment Hegemon Body within the Heavenly Palace with Immortal Origin, allowing him to awaken at the correct time.

Or, if he wished to emerge at a certain moment, he could break open the Immortal Origin himself. Zhang Huan had left plenty of Immortal Origin here for him to reseal himself.

However, the effect of sealing his aura would not be as good.

With the Hegemon Body dormant, Zhang Huan took out another large piece of Nine Heavens Jade and carved the collected Nine Secrets onto it for him to comprehend in the future.

This would at least enhance his combat power and help him during the turmoil.

Finally, he set up an Emperor Formation to envelop the Heavenly Palace, isolating it from outside disturbances.

Standing in the magnificent hall, Zhang Huan looked at the place he had called home for most of his life. He gazed down at the beings of the Demonic Court, alone and solitary.

Though it was a scene of immortal prosperity, there was not a flicker of emotion in his eyes.

"The immortal sword has been forged. The Demonic Court is no longer needed for the remaining days."

He murmured to himself, contemplating the idea of disbanding the Demonic Court.

The Demonic Court had ruled the universe for tens of thousands of years, and without notice, it had expanded from a small planet to a realm vaster than the sun.

With immense Dragon Qi stored underground and rich spiritual energy, it had become a sacred land for cultivation.

Initially created by Zhang Huan with Emperor Power and favored by the Heart of Heaven, all the fortune of this era had flowed into the Demonic Court.

"I should disband it now while it's at its peak. The Demonic Court's influence will inevitably become a scourge in the future."

A glint flashed in Zhang Huan's eyes as he calmly chose to end the Demonic Court's fate.

He did not intend to let it continue to exist.

The reason the Demonic Court could rule the universe and coexist peacefully with various races without causing disaster was all because Zhang Huan stood above them.

This applied to other villains as well as ambitious individuals within the Demonic Court.

They knew very well that as long as Zhang Huan existed, they could not make any waves.

They dared not wreak havoc upon the world and had to abide by the rules, living cautiously!

There was always an unclear but undeniably present red line in their hearts, a constant deterrent.

Only when Zhang Huan truly passed away, with no one suppressing them from above, would they stop enduring and slowly reveal their true nature.

This was the case for the Supreme Beings of the Forbidden Zones, cultivators of various Demonic Cultivation Methods, and those consumed by ambition.

The Ji Family and a host of Supreme Dao forces were former precedents.

When the Great Emperor was still alive, how righteous the Ji Family was, their reputation far surpassing that of Ye Fan's era. Even other Supreme Dao forces admired and respected them.

Zhang Huan had visited the Ji Family a few times and saw that the Ji Family disciples valued righteousness, viewed their ancestors as role models, and usually helped the weak and eradicated evil.

They were a clear stream in the cultivation world, their word was their bond, and they acted with the demeanor of gentlemen.

Such a Ji Family, in later generations, became a terrifying overlord of the Eastern Wasteland, one that people dreaded hearing about.

The reasons behind this were thought-provoking; power gained out of nowhere could not withstand trials.

The Void Emperor quelled the turmoil, shedding his last drop of blood to save these billions of lives.

Yet, in later generations, unknown to him, the descendants of the Ji Family committed countless evils, acting with impunity and arbitrarily oppressing the weak, relying on their family's immense power.

They possessed the same bloodline but walked the opposite path, completely forgetting their ancestors' deeds.

The Void Emperor turned his back on all beings, and even when faced with the threat of Supreme Beings, he did not take a single step back, fighting to his death to protect all life and bring about a bright and clear world for everyone.

His descendants, however, relying on being a Supreme Dao force and their innate superiority, responded with all sorts of disgraceful acts, tarnishing his supreme ideals.

If Zhang Huan had kept the Demonic Court, it would have met the same fate as the Ji Family in the future, with later generations lamenting but not learning from it, causing further generations to fail to learn, and thus creating endless evil consequences.

Rather than letting the influence he created wreak havoc upon the world, he decided to end it himself.

Zhang Huan transmitted a message, summoning several high-ranking officials to see him. Being summoned by an Emperor for the first time, they were all filled with trepidation.

Especially after the Emperor had recently displayed his immense power, slaying a Supreme Being in the starry sky, they feared him even more.

Zhang Huan glanced at the high-ranking officials standing to the side, using a secret art to reveal their true emotions, and probed, "I've called you here for no other reason than that I don't have much lifespan left and am about to pass away.

However, the Demonic Court cannot be without a master for a single day.

Which of you has the will to accept my legacy and guard this vast expanse of starry sky for me?"

The high-ranking officials trembled all over. The Emperor's legacy, to become the master of the Demonic Court that suppressed the universe.

They never expected such a great opportunity to arise from this summons. The Emperor was old and was now choosing a successor.

Finally, the time had come!

Thinking of the chance to be chosen, their breathing even became heavy.

"Alas, it seems I don't need to say any more."

Seeing their reactions, Zhang Huan was immediately disappointed.

They were all blinded by power, only caring about the position they sat in. Even if Zhang Huan had wanted to leave his legacy, he wouldn't have chosen people like them.

In the past, it was acceptable for them to use the Demonic Court's influence for personal gain. As long as they did their jobs and were loyal, Zhang Huan could turn a blind eye.

But to simply disband the Demonic Court like this, judging by their expressions, they wouldn't be content. These individuals held high positions and power. If they weren't eliminated quickly, they would surely become a menace and cause trouble in the future.

He flicked a finger, and blood splattered. All the high-ranking officials died.

"The Demonic Court will begin downsizing from this moment and will be disbanded in a hundred years."

Zhang Huan then personally took charge of the Demonic Court.

Over tens of thousands of years, the Demonic Court had become somewhat corrupt. Through iron-fisted methods and the deterrence of the departed high-ranking officials, no one dared to disobey.

He established a special department for downsizing, and over the next century, people would be let go in batches to prevent chaos.

First, the various branches were consolidated, and then the staff at headquarters was reduced, proceeding in an orderly fashion until the Demonic Court became history.

Time flew by. Over the past century, news of the Emperor's impending passing had spread. That battle of Supreme Dao forces was the final brilliance before his death, and his peerless imperial might could no longer be displayed.

These words were hard to hear but impossible to refute. Even sages could only remain silent.

After all, he had lived for thirty-five thousand years across two lifetimes, and his remaining lifespan was clearly dwindling.

However, this also indirectly proved the power of the current Emperor. Some people even compared him to the strongest figures in history.

This was because they had lived longer than other Emperors.

Most Emperors and Sovereigns by this time could no longer hold on, either passing away or entering forbidden zones. How could they have the leisure, like Zhang Huan, to spend a century disbanding their influence?

Furthermore, Zhang Huan had the feat of instantly killing a Supreme Being, a viewpoint that many people agreed with.

Driven by various reasons, the Divine Emperor Biography, distributed by the Divine Son, became immensely popular and widely circulated. It was the best choice for young people to learn about Emperors.

Even older individuals marveled at it, finding no fault, and carried a copy with them.

Perhaps to admire the Emperor's past, or to reminisce about the glorious Demonic Court of yesteryear.

The Demonic Court became a thing of the past. People joined new forces in batches, or established their own.

The headquarters became quiet, with only a few people remaining in this vast land.

Thick spiritual energy permeated the air. Grand and magnificent pavilions and immortal palaces stood amidst the clouds, stretching to the horizon, shrouded in chaotic mist.

Only from these magnificent structures could one vaguely glimpse the prosperity of this place in its prime.

A vibrant giant star, containing endless fortune, now had only a handful of people left.

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