The command tent in the central army's main camp had been cast from ten-thousand-year mystic iron mixed with void spirit crystal.
Its thick walls shut out every whisper of wind and trace of demonic energy. There were no lamps inside, yet faint daylight streamed down from the vaulted roof, clear and solemn.
At that moment, silence reigned within the tent, and an oppressive aura weighed heavily on every inch of space.
Three figures sat there. Occupying the central seat of honor was the High God of the Divine War Department.
He wore a black battle robe, its fabric coursing with dark, ancient patterns of war. A faint yet undying golden divine light wreathed his body—the boundless power of merit accumulated over countless ages of safeguarding all living beings.
The hazy divine light enveloped him tightly, concealing his face completely. No one could glimpse his true appearance.
Not a trace of spiritual radiance leaked from him, yet the energies of the entire tent converged firmly around him. As a being at the very pinnacle of the Divine Court's fighting strength, sheltered by the merit of countless generations, he needed no deliberate display of power to exude the bearing of a sovereign who looked down upon all ages.
The other two High Gods sat to his left and right, each with a distinct presence, their differences sharply defined.
To the east, the High God of the Merit Department wore plain white Daoist robes. A gentle, pure glow of merit surrounded him, his reserves deep and enduring, his presence carrying the peace of all living beings. His eyes were clear and serene. He presided over the origins of good deeds throughout the world and the blessings of its people.
The High God of the Divine Punishment Department, seated to the west, was his