The Jade Emperor and the Barefoot Immortal left. Tianpeng stared blankly at the distant Moon Palace, his mood heavy.
This parting would be a near-certain death. Even if he survived, he had no idea when he would be able to return.
"Ling, I'm leaving." Standing atop the towering celestial warship, Tianpeng glanced at the distant Moon Palace.
"Set out!"
The hundred thousand Tianhe Navy soldiers followed their commander toward the incomparably perilous Northern Jambu Continent.
As the gods of the Heavenly Court watched the Tianhe Navy depart, smiles appeared on their faces. This time, the Tianhe Navy was surely doomed. Even if they were not killed by the Demon King, they would still fail. Once they were defeated, they could take the opportunity to petition the Jade Emperor for an edict to eliminate Tianpeng!
Once Tianpeng died, the Jade Emperor would no longer have any military authority.
Seated upon his lofty throne, the Jade Emperor was extremely tense. This decision was truly a desperate gamble. If it succeeded, he could buy himself a great deal of breathing room. If it failed, then... he would remain this way forever.
Within the Moon Palace, a Chang'e dressed in purple named Ziling stood beneath an osmanthus tree. Clutching a lock of black hair in her hand, she watched the departing Tianhe Navy with a complicated expression.
She dearly wished to see him off in person, but Lord Taiyin would not permit anyone to leave. She also knew that doing so would only give others an excuse to target Tianpeng and the Tianhe Navy.
You must come back alive. You must... Ziling cried out inwardly.
"Ziling, the Star Lord is giving a lecture. What are you doing here?" A blue-robed Chang'e ran over and called out.
"Eh, whose hair is that in your hand?"