"Hm?" The Master of Fortune was taken aback by the sudden question.
How could the Heavenly Court be described merely as formidable or not?
It was an existence beyond the imagination and reach of Trial-takers.
Even to Transcendents, it was an exceptionally terrifying behemoth.
Since the God and Demon Game began, how many years had passed, and how many Transcendents had appeared?
The Master of Fortune did not know.
He only knew that the Heavenly Court had always been there, and that he was genuinely pleased to have secured a fairly decent place within it.
With wolves surrounding them, it was not the time for a lengthy explanation. The Master of Fortune condensed his reverence for the Heavenly Court into two words: "Formidable."
"Was that formidable Heavenly Court ever wreaked havoc upon by a monkey?" Sun Wukong asked.
"No, did the Heavenly Court you mentioned ever beat up a brainless, hot-tempered monkey?" Yang Jian, who had revealed his true form, expressed his displeasure.
What did he mean, wreaked havoc upon by a monkey?
Was that wreaking havoc? That was clearly just a brat smashing things around before getting beaten up.
Sun Wukong and Yang Jian immediately began trading barbs, confronting each other.
I wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Court—the Heavenly Court was weak!
Pah! Which monkey was it that got locked inside the Eight-Trigram Furnace back then? Who was the weak one?
The two began arguing over the Heavenly Court.
Ignoring them, the Master of Fortune looked toward Tang Luo, who was truly in charge here. "The ruler of the Heavenly Court is the Supreme Haotian Divine Emperor. The Heavenly Court governs one hundred and thirty-five thousand universes. This world is also among those one hundred and thirty-five thousand universes. It belongs to me."
Simply put, the Heavenly Court had