The White Emperor of Heaven

Star Luo Empire, imperial palace hall.

The magnificent hall gleamed with gold and jade, and a solemn stillness hung over it.

The civil and military officials, dressed in court robes, knelt in neat rows. Their voices surged like a tide, echoing through the hall.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty!"

"Long live His Majesty! Long live, long live!"

Their shouts pierced the clouds and scattered the drifting wisps beyond the palace.

Dai Mubai sat upon the imperial throne, the symbol of supreme power.

He wore a white-and-gold imperial robe embroidered with a golden tiger descending a mountain. Its broad sleeves hung low, covering the hand he had casually rested on the armrest.

He sat with easy nonchalance, yet seemed the very center of heaven and earth, someone no one dared look directly at.

Dai Mubai was a Transmigrator.

Relying on memories from his past life and the resilient nature he had forged across two lives, he had defied fate step by step.

He had created the divine position of the White Emperor, surpassed the God Kings of the Divine Realm, and become an unparalleled powerhouse who could suppress all opposition with one hand.

The White Emperor of Heaven.

That was the title that now struck terror into the hearts of everyone across the continent.

Dai Mubai raised his eyes slightly. His gaze passed over the kneeling officials and settled on the back of the hall.

Several breathtakingly beautiful figures stood there, each one capable of making heaven and earth pale in comparison.

Zhu Zhuqing wore a tight black leather outfit that accentuated her voluptuous figure, enough to drive countless men wild.

Her usually cool features were now filled with tender affection, and her catlike eyes held the reflection of Dai Mubai alone.

Beside her stood Qian Renxue.

She had shed Spirit Hall's saintess robes and changed into a golden palace gown.

She was elegant and noble. Her long, straight legs showed through the slit in her skirt, and her snow-white skin gleamed with an ivory sheen.

Ning Rongrong wore a jade-green dress and had a gentle, warm presence.

She toyed with the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda in her hand, looking at Dai Mubai with a hint of playfulness and admiration.

And there was Xiao Wu.

Her pink dress made her look lively and adorable, while her long legs were especially eye-catching. Her scorpion braid hung down her back as she gazed at the man on the dais, lips pursed and eyes full of love.

"Rise, my subjects."

Dai Mubai's voice was not loud, yet every person in the hall heard it clearly.

He offered no needless words or impassioned clichés.

At his level, he no longer needed words to prove anything.

What he had to do was simple.

Unifying Star Luo was only the starting point.

His gaze had long since turned north, toward the vast continent beyond.

As a Transmigrator, Dai Mubai knew perfectly well that the claim that the Divine Realm must not interfere with the lower world was bullshit. So he had trained until he reached the God King realm before beginning to unify the Douluo Continent!

He believed in playing it safe.

Just then,

a scout in light armor hurried into the hall, dropped to one knee, and raised a report of urgent military news.

"Report—!"

"Your Majesty!"

"Urgent news from the north! The Spirit Hall Empire has officially launched a full-scale invasion of the Heaven Dou Empire!"

"The border defenses of both nations have been breached, and war has engulfed the northern frontier!"

The moment the words rang out,

the hall erupted.

The military officers, who had been somewhat restrained before, now rubbed their hands together, eyes shining.

An old general with a full head of white hair strode forward and spoke in a booming voice:

"Your Majesty!"

"Heaven has granted us a perfect opportunity!"

"The Spirit Hall Empire and the Heaven Dou Empire are at war. They are bound to suffer heavy losses!"

"Our Star Luo army is strong, and our supplies are plentiful. If we march north now, we can sweep through both nations like a thunderbolt and unify the continent!"

"Your Majesty, please give the order!"

"Your Majesty, please give the order!"

The officials echoed his call, their voices rising again.

In their eyes, their sovereign was unmatched in power, and the Star Luo Empire was at the height of its strength. This was practically a feast delivered to their doorstep.

And yet,

Dai Mubai remained as calm as still water upon his throne.

His fingers tapped lightly against the armrest, making a measured tok, tok sound.

It was not loud, but the restless hall fell silent at once.

"No rush."

Dai Mubai uttered two calm words.

The officials were stunned.

No rush?

This was a once-in-a-millennium opportunity!

Dai Mubai's gaze was deep, as though he could see across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

"Let them fight."

"When dogs fight, they both end up covered in fur."

"If we enter the fray now, we'll only add to our Star Luo soldiers' casualties."

"Pass down my orders. Every unit is to guard the border, drill the troops, and stockpile provisions."

"Without my command, no one is to act rashly."

"Anyone who disobeys will be executed."

At his final word, the temperature in the hall seemed to drop.

The officials shivered inwardly. Daring offer no further objections, they bowed and accepted his command.

"We obey, Your Majesty!"

"Dismissed."

Dai Mubai waved a hand.

The officials withdrew like a receding tide. Soon, only Dai Mubai and the women of his harem remained in the vast hall.

Once everyone else had left,

the imperial majesty around him eased slightly.

A few fragrant breezes swept past.

Zhu Zhuqing walked up the dais with a catlike gait and stopped beside Dai Mubai. A trace of confusion colored her cool voice.

"Mubai."

"With your current strength, who could stop you if you simply swept through the enemy forces?"

"Why wait?"

In her eyes, her man had already surpassed the God Kings.

Whether it was Bibi Dong, Qian Daoliu, or even Tang San, they were all no more than chickens and dogs before Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai slipped an arm around Zhu Zhuqing's slender waist and drew her onto his lap, gently brushing his fingers over her smooth cheek.

"Of course, it would be easy to sweep through them."

"But I don't want to inherit a continent that's been beaten to pieces."

"What I want is a united empire that I can put to use quickly."

As he spoke, Dai Mubai turned his head slightly and looked toward Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue looked especially alluring today.

The neckline of her golden gown was cut just right, revealing a glimpse of snowy cleavage. Beneath the hem, her long legs were sheathed in white stockings, their allure almost deadly.

Feeling Dai Mubai's somewhat predatory gaze,

Qian Renxue didn't shy away. Instead, she pushed out her chest and curved her lips into a seductive smile.

She stepped forward, her long legs moving with graceful ease.

Every step seemed to land on the very tips of one's heart.

"So His Majesty wants to gain the greatest advantage at the lowest cost."

"Just like when you... stole my heart."

Qian Renxue reached Dai Mubai's other side and leaned against him, her body soft as water, her breath fragrant.

Once, she had been the exalted heir to the Angel God.

Now, she was this man's captive.

And a willing one at that.

Dai Mubai naturally rested his large hand on her enticing legs and gently caressed them.

They felt wonderful.

Soft and silky.

"Xue'er understands me best," Dai Mubai said with a smile.

The scene immediately stirred jealousy in the woman beside them.

"Hmph!"

A petulant snort rang out.

Xiao Wu puffed out her cheeks and skipped over to Dai Mubai, hands on her hips, displeasure written across her large pink eyes.

"Mubai-ge, you're playing favorites!"

"You only ever look at Xue'er-jiejie's legs!"

"Are my legs not pretty?"

As she spoke, Xiao Wu deliberately stretched out her own long, firm legs and waved them before Dai Mubai's eyes.