I'll Take the Seat of Judicial Deity

Outside Guanjiang Mouth.

Dark clouds blanketed the sky. Mountain gods, land gods, rogue immortals, and Great Experts gathered in the distance, yet not one dared approach Yang Residence by even half a step.

Venus Star Lord stood at the foot of the main steps before the residence gate, holding an imperial decree in both hands.

His back had long been soaked through with sweat. Even his usually eloquent mouth felt somewhat dry now.

In the battle at Peach Mountain, the Heavenly Court's face had been stomped into the dirt.

Even the Jade Emperor had knelt before that man.

If he, an old minister delivering an edict, dared show even the slightest airs of a Heavenly Court envoy before Yang Jian, next year's anniversary of this day would likely be his death anniversary.

The residence gates slowly opened.

Yang Jian emerged first, still clad in the armor he had worn through the great battle. The stench of blood and the lingering sharpness of World-Creating had yet to fade from him.

Behind him came the weathered Yaoji and the cool-faced Yang Chan.

"This old minister, Venus Star Lord, pays respects to the Eldest Princess and the Illustrious Erlang!"

Venus Star Lord hurriedly put away the imperial decree and bent forward in a deep bow.

His waist nearly bent down to his knees. The immortals watching from afar felt their scalps tingle at the sight.

A favored minister of the Heavenly Emperor had actually humbled himself to such an extent.

Yang Jian rested a hand on the hilt at his waist. He neither returned the salute nor even gave Venus Star Lord a proper glance.

He spoke one word at a time, his voice devoid of warmth.

"Read."

That single word instantly drove the pressure in the air to its peak.

Venus Star