After Shen Jingli left, Emperor Jianyuan fell into thought.
In the end, the god's words had stirred ripples in his heart. They lingered on and on, refusing to settle.
Seated on the jade carriage behind him, Changsun Bingquan silently watched Emperor Jianyuan's back, her gaze shifting.
She wondered, Was this the amusing spectacle that bastard emperor wanted to show me?
It did not seem very amusing.
The cultivation and combat strength that bastard emperor had displayed today had given her quite a fright.
As the current Human Sovereign, his combat strength had actually approached that of a Near-God.
But that could not change the Great Ning Dynasty's plight, beset by troubles within and without.
Chu Xisheng's twenty million soldiers held the east in force, still a grave threat at Great Ning's heart. Now this man had also angered the Gods of the Myriad Heavens, who would surely target him.
Yet Zong Shenhua, the Illuminating World Demon Lamp, calmly cupped his fists. "Shen Jingli offered nothing but alarmist threats. Your Majesty need not take them to heart. As for the gods, leaving aside the Ninefold Clouds, those eternal gods of the Outer Realm cannot descend whenever they please."
"Even if they threw caution aside, poured out in full force, and invaded the Mortal Realm, there would be no need to worry for the time being. Your Majesty now possesses a body of supreme yin and supreme yang. The gods of our human race will surely lend you their full support. Mighty war gods such as Zangtian, Li Tan, and Ziyu certainly will not stand by."
"Hehehe!"
Consort Zhuang gave a derisive laugh, clear as silver bells. "I truly don't believe those gods would dare turn around and help Chu Xisheng seize the realm."
To the gods, the threat posed by that