Chapter 197 Under the Judgment Pass, who dares to disturb my afternoon nap?
The Far North Holy Domain, Gate of Final Judgment.
This was a colossal structure standing tall amidst the towering mountain ranges, built entirely from 'Holy Radiance Rock' produced in the Far West. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, it shimmered with a dazzling golden light.
Densely packed Judgment Runes were inscribed upon the hundred-meter-tall giant gates, as if swearing the inviolable majesty of the Holy Sect to everyone attempting to enter the pass.
At this moment, in front of the Great Xia Kingdom delegation's luxurious flying vessel, a squad of knights clad in heavy plate armor and wielding cruciform broadswords was arrogantly blocking the way.
Leading them was the Vice Commander of the Judgment Knight Order—Galen, a Rank One War God Realm knight.
He sat astride a pure white warhorse covered in mithril barding, his single eye revealing unconcealed contempt.
"Delegation of Great Xia, this is the Land Favored by God."
Galen's voice, amplified by True Qi, made the surrounding air hum and vibrate. "According to the laws of the Holy Domain, all who enter the pass must disembark and walk through the 'Light of Conviction' to receive a baptism of the Soul. Especially that 'Sleep God' Jiang Chen, whom you've praised to the heavens—tell him to crawl out. This Commander wishes to personally inspect whether his Soul has been corrupted by Eastern demons."
Within the Great Xia Kingdom, Jiang Chen's name was a legend; but in the eyes of these haughty Holy Domain knights, it was nothing more than a clumsy lie fabricated by the Great Xia officials to save Face.
"A Trash who spends all day lying in women's arms sleeping is worthy of being called a War God?" The knights behind Galen burst into a fit of laughter, the sound of clashing armor harsh and arrogant.
Inside the flying vessel, the Great Xia staff members looked grim.
"Commander, these zealots are too arrogant. They clearly know Consultant Jiang is in a deep sleep." A young officer gritted his teeth, his hand already resting on his combat blade.
Regiment Commander Lei Heng wiped away cold sweat and whispered in a strange tone, "Don't move, absolutely do not move. I'm not worried about our Face; I'm worried about whether those people across from us... can survive this afternoon."
At this time, inside the core bedroom of the flying vessel.
Jiang Chen was sunken into the myriad heavens formless bed, crafted from ten-thousand-year-old Phoenix Perch Parasol Wood.
[Ding! External high-decibel noise source detected.]
[Judgment Level: Moderate Harassment.]
[host's Current Status: Nirvana Realm Rank Two Divine Sense stabilizing.]
[System Hint: Since the opponent's tone is excessively 'IQ-lowering' and has severely dragged down the intelligence of the surrounding air, physical noise reduction is recommended.]
"It's so damn noisy..."
Jiang Chen frowned in his dream.
He was dreaming that he had finally managed to pin Empress Ye Liuli down on her throne and was just about to discuss an in-depth topic regarding 'interest,' when a howl like a slaughtered pig suddenly rang in his ears.
"Is the aesthetic of this Holy Domain... diseased?"
Jiang Chen's consciousness complained in a half-awake state. "Pasting gold foil everywhere, are they afraid people won't know their family owns a gold mine? This glittering gold color is severely interfering with my melatonin secretion."
Outside, seeing no movement from the flying vessel, Galen thought the other party was afraid and became even more aggressive.
"What? Is Jiang Chen dead in his bed? Or is his boasted Waking Up Anger only something he dares to vent on a few women at home?"
Galen suddenly drew the cruciform broadsword from his back, and a blazing Holy Light slash struck the flying vessel's protective shield, producing a piercing grinding sound.
"Beep—! Beep—! Beep—!"
The flying vessel's defense System instantly triggered a high-frequency alarm.
This single alarm became the final straw that broke the camel's back.
Jiang Chen, who had been motionless on the bed, snapped his eyes open.
In that instant, the space within the entire bedroom froze.
There were no whites in his eyes, only a deep purple-black vortex profound enough to swallow stars.
"Since you all love listening to noises so much..."
Jiang Chen's voice was hoarse and cold. Through his materialized Divine Sense, it exploded directly within the minds of Galen and the others.
[Skill: Sleepwalking · Rule Rewrite.]
[Divine Sense Intensity: Nirvana Realm Rank Two (Materialized).]
[Modification Target: Gate of Final Judgment ten-thousand-ton mithril gate.]
[Modification Attribute: Hardness 1,000,000 -> Toughness 0.001 (Property: Sponge).]
"Shut... up!"
Jiang Chen made a casual grasping motion through the air.
Under the horrified gazes of over a thousand Martial Artists outside, that Gate of Final Judgment gate—reputed to withstand a full-power blow from a War God, weighing ten thousand tons, and crafted from a mithril-holy stone alloy—suddenly twisted bizarrely.
It was no longer hard, no longer holy.
Under Jiang Chen's grasp, that giant gate actually became like a piece of soft cheese squeezed by a giant hand, or a crumpled sponge. Amidst a tooth-aching grinding sound, it was forcibly squeezed into a... golden ball of yarn.
Boom!
With a casual wave of Jiang Chen's hand, that ten-thousand-ton 'metal sponge ball' was tossed out like Trash, directly flattening the previously insufferable Commander Galen along with his horse into the mountain wall.
"..."
The entire field fell into a deathly silence.
The Holy Knights who had been laughing had their smiles frozen on their Faces. Then, they felt a chill between their legs; many pegasi were so terrified they voided their bowels on the spot.
What had they just seen?
That was the fortress gate of the Holy Sect that had been passed down for a thousand years!
And someone just squeezed it flat like playdough?
"Com... Commander has been turned into a photograph." A knight pointed tremblingly at the mountain wall, where Galen and his horse had perfectly merged with the rock, leaving only a section of a broken sword tip still quivering slightly.
"How is this human strength? This is a miracle... no, this is the plaything of a demon!"
Although the Great Xia staff were mentally prepared, they still collectively felt their own necks at this moment.
"Consultant Jiang's Waking Up Anger... seems to have evolved again." Lei Heng swallowed hard. "This time he didn't even spare the gate. Next time, will he demolish Holy Sect City?"
Jiang Chen rubbed his temples and collapsed back onto the bed, his eyelids drooping once more.
"Finally quiet... this gate was too brittle; remember to change it for a solid one next time."
He pulled the slightly startled Iliya into his arms, casually stroking her smooth fox tail a couple of times, and fell back into a deep sleep.
Meanwhile, within Holy Sect City behind the Gate of Final Judgment, a crack suddenly 'snapped' open on the crystal ball in the Pope's bedchamber.
Pope Benedict XVI looked at the youth in pajamas who had crushed the gate on the screen, and for the first time, the scepter in his hand trembled violently.