The figure on the throne opened his eyes, and a dim light flashed past.
He was human, twisted by Divine Path Rules into a three-headed black serpent like obsidian, yet it did not seem abrupt in the slightest. He was incomparably harmonious, unlike every other human creature.
"Is Human Dao Fortune warning him?"
"Again. How tedious and dull."
King Zheng's voice was cold and hoarse, like a serpent's tongue flicking amid soft hissing. "How many years has it been? It has never changed, again and again."
"Can you deal with it?"
he asked coldly.
"Your subordinate can handle it, Your Majesty."
The half-human, half-eagle woman shuddered. "Our people have been planted throughout the Great Tu Dynasty. We can completely control this kingdom; King Tu cannot overturn the heavens."
"Please wait a little longer, Your Majesty."
"When Human Dao Fortune reaches its greatest abundance, we subordinates will certainly offer it up to you, turning this Human Dao Fortune into crystals, into Your Majesty's treasures."
"Do not make a mistake."
King Zheng murmured.
The price of making a mistake was death.
There were countless Dao Court deities. Other than the Divine Path Supreme, no deity was indispensable. Everything was merely a chess piece or puppet within the Divine Path. No mistakes were permitted, because a mistake meant that the chess piece was no longer qualified and had to be replaced with a qualified one.
The true core strength had never been these deities, but the Divine Path talismans conferred by the Dao Court.
"Yes,"
"Your Majesty!"
The eagle-winged creature respectfully knelt upon the ground and performed a deep salute, then backed away toward the outside of the palace.
The palace once more sank into an almost eternal silence.
"Take note."
Just as the eagle-winged woman's steps reached the palace entrance, that hoarse,