Why I Bear the Name Southern Emperor

Glazed Prefecture, at the city gate.

Two rows of soldiers clad in imperial aura stood at the ready. Demon Catchers with iron plaques hanging at their waists leaned against the city walls with folded arms, their lowered eyes taking in every face among the passing pedestrians.

And it was not just here. All twenty-seven prefectures of the Great Southern Continent were now under this same formation.

Because the General Who Suppressed the South had halted Glazed Prefecture, two titled generals even sat beneath the shade of a tree less than twenty zhang inside the city gate. They appeared to be chatting casually, but their auras had in fact blanketed the entire long street.

Not to mention that, in places no one noticed, the whole Great Southern Continent was being watched with unblinking vigilance by those silent Suppression Stones. Among them were even third-rank great demons comparable to Great Luo Immortal Venerables.

Under such airtight defenses.

Two men dressed as porters entered the prefectural city with steady strides after being questioned by the soldiers. One was tall and sturdy, carrying a shoulder pole; the other was thin and hunched, following behind with his head lowered.

They passed beneath the Demon Catchers' noses and walked by the titled generals seated opposite each other, their lips moving as they clearly conversed about something.

Yet the titled generals did not notice the slightest anomaly, much less hear any sound.

"What are we doing here?"

There was some confusion in the thin porter's eyes.

They had trekked the entire way on foot, unable to use divine abilities or spells. It was not exhausting, exactly, but it was far too troublesome.

With their strength, did they really need to pick a particular place to break the Great Southern Continent?

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