Raising a Blade Against Kin?

The instant his eyes opened, it was as though a river of stars flowed within them, as all things were born and perished. The sheer vastness made even one's divine soul tremble!

The immortal official froze on the spot, his limbs and bones seeming nailed in place. Only after a long while did he barely recover a shred of sensation.

"Does His Majesty have a decree?"

"Read it."

The Emperor's voice was like cold jade striking a chime, each word measured and precious. His entire bearing radiated an authority that brooked no dispute, making the immortal official's back go numb and his tongue knot.

That imperial might, towering above all living beings, was enough to suffocate anyone!

"Great Emperor... the imperial decree is here. Please examine it."

Gritting his teeth to preserve his last thread of clarity, he presented the decree with both hands, his fingertips still trembling faintly.

True Martial Emperor lowered his gaze slightly. The decree left the official's hands at once, hovering in midair as it slowly unfurled on its own.

He swept his eyes over the inked words, and understanding dawned upon him—the Heavenly Emperor wanted him to act personally this time.

"Yes, this matter is already clear to me. Please inform His Majesty that I will depart at once to fulfill the decree's command, without the slightest delay."

True Martial Emperor lowered his eyes for a moment, his voice deep and resolute, every word like a boulder falling into water—unhurried and unyielding.

The moment his words fell, the immortal official felt the crushing weight on his shoulders suddenly lift, as though the pressure of the entire immortal palace had quietly ebbed away with that promise.

He immediately bowed and took his leave, moving with almost panicked haste.

True Martial Immortal Palace? He did not wish