"Mystic Court!"
"All hail the Court Master!"
The roaring cheers nearly overturned the entire newborn Unity Continent. The armor of hundreds of thousands of soldiers trembled with excitement, merging into a rolling clamor of steel.
Amid the feverish cheers, only Emperor Jiang Wu and Old Ancestor Xuanming had worry in their eyes after their initial elation.
They knew full well that the continent beneath their feet had been formed by the Court Master forcibly kneading four worlds together with his immense power. Now that he had torn up the decree and broken with the Divine Court, his next step would surely take him far away.
But once the Court Master left, who could hold down this land that might fall apart again at any moment?
When that happened, the Mystic Court would be a joke.
An invisible hand pressed the waves of cheering into silence.
Zhou Xuan appeared on the steps at the entrance to the underground palace.
His calm gaze swept over the military formations below, now quiet again, before finally settling on Emperor Jiang Wu and Old Ancestor Xuanming.
"Emperor Jiang Wu, Dark Nether, Heavenly Derivation."
The old woman from the Heavenly Derivation Realm shuddered at being called by name and stepped forward with the other two.
"Come with me."
Zhou Xuan turned and entered the underground palace. The heavy stone gate closed after the three entered, shutting out all sound from outside.
Inside the underground palace, they returned to the same dilapidated stone chamber.
"Court Master, do you truly intend to follow that path of 'patrolling on Heaven's behalf'?" Old Ancestor Xuanming spoke first, his voice urgent. "It's plainly the Divine Lord's open conspiracy! Once you leave, this Unity Conti... no, these earth veins of the Mystic Court—we... I fear we won't last ten days!"
Emperor Jiang