351: Chapter 340 A Decree from Zixiao Palace

Above the Tianhe, the wind rose and clouds surged.

The "Tiance No. 1" interstellar destroyer, which had just finished its magical modification, hovered above the Weak Water. Its engine emitted a low, powerful roar, like a steel beast that had just awakened, preparing to turn its bow and head to the East Sea Dragon Palace for a friendly visit called "borrowing treasures" but actually meaning "robbery."

On the deck, the eighty thousand Tianhe Naval Forces were excitedly stroking the brand-new spiritual energy rifles in their hands. The cold metallic touch made their blood boil. Marshal Tianpeng stood at the bow, directing the course with high spirits, as if he could already see the East Sea Dragon King trembling in fear.

However, just at this moment, an anomaly occurred.

The Thirty-Three Heavens, which had originally been cloudless and clear, suddenly darkened without warning.

This darkness was not the gloom of overcast clouds, nor the tranquility of nightfall, but a heart-palpitating pressure that seemed to originate from the depths of the Soul.

Immediately afterwards, a vast, Supreme purple Qi rolled in from the depths of the Chaos beyond the Nine Heavens. This purple Qi spanned thirty thousand miles, instantly obscuring the sun, moon, and stars, shrouding the entire Heavenly Court in a solemn and terrifying purple light curtain.

An indescribable, terrifying coercion, as if the entire firmament were collapsing, pressed directly onto the heart of every living being.

"Thump!"

On the deck, the tens of thousands of Tianhe Naval Forces who had just been cheering excitedly instantly turned pale under this pressure. Their knees went weak, and they uncontrollably knelt to the ground. The spiritual energy rifles in their hands fell onto the deck with a crisp clatter, yet no one dared to pick them up.

Even Nezha, who was already at the Quasi-Saint cultivation level and had awakened the Law of Destruction, felt as if two ancient Mount Sumerus were pressing down on his shoulders. He gritted his teeth, his bones creaking, and leaned heavily on his Fire-Tipped Spear. His legs trembled slightly, and sweat instantly soaked his armor.

"What... what is this power?" Nezha struggled to lift his head, his eyes filled with defiance and shock.

Beside him, Erlang Shen's Heavenly Eye was tightly shut, and a line of golden divine blood slowly flowed down. His face was pale as paper, and his voice was hoarse: "This is the will of the Heavenly Dao... It is that person... Dao Ancestor Hongjun!"

Throughout the ruins of the Heavenly Court and the Three Realms, every living being with cultivation was trembling; it was an instinctive fear of Supreme power.

Only one person was an exception.

Lin Feng sat on the luxurious leather sofa in the center of the flagship's deck, holding half a cup of unfinished "Fatty Happy Water" (System Mall special edition), with a straw still in his mouth.

Facing this coercion that could crush a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, Lin Feng only frowned slightly and waved his hand in front of his nose, as if he had been choked by the purple Qi.

"System, what the hell is going on? Who is this old man? The entrance special effects are so over the top, is electricity free?" Lin Feng complained in his mind.

[Ding! Warning! Supreme rule arrival detected.]

[Target identity: Personal Dao boy under Dao Ancestor Hongjun (representing the Dao Ancestor's personal arrival).]

[Host suggestion: Even if just for show, you should show some respect. After all, standing behind the other party is the spokesperson for the Heavenly Dao, a max-level main account. Our current equipment is still a bit lacking.]

"Respect my ass."

Lin Feng sneered, put down the cup in his hand, and slowly stood up.

"Boom!"

The moment he stood up, his "Chaos Demon God Body" activated automatically. A pitch-black, overbearing Aura erupted from his body, forcibly carving out a vacuum zone with a diameter of one hundred meters around him, isolating the overwhelming purple coercion.

In the center of the purple Qi, space cracked open, and a golden staircase slowly extended downward.

A young Dao boy wearing gray cloth robes and an expressionless face stepped down the stairs. He looked unremarkable, with not even a trace of mana fluctuation on him, but every step he took seemed to land on a node of the Law, causing the Void Realm to tremble.

He held a scroll in his hands that radiated endless Dao charm, even more dazzling than the sun—that was the Dao Ancestor's decree.

The Dao boy looked down from above, scanning Lin Feng and his fleet with indifferent eyes, his gaze carrying the arrogance of looking at ants.

He slowly unfurled the scroll. His voice was not loud, but it resonated like a great bell, echoing in every corner of the Three Realms, shaking the minds of countless people:

"The Haotian Golden Que Supreme Supreme Natural Wonderful Existence Miluo Supreme True Jade Emperor, is the Heaven-appointed Lord, receiving the mandate from Heaven. The Mortal Lin Feng, acting against the Heavenly Dao, destroyed Lingxiao Palace, imprisoned the gods, and disrupted the order of the Three Realms; his crimes are unforgivable!"

"The Dao Ancestor, mindful of Heaven's virtue of cherishing life and unwilling to see living beings suffer, has issued this decree: Order Lin Feng to immediately disperse his cultivation, disband the rebel army, hand over all Magic Treasures, and follow me to Zixiao Palace to face the wall and repent, awaiting judgment! If you refuse, you will be reduced to ashes in an instant and never be reincarnated!"

This voice carried not a hint of emotion, as if it were a program's verdict, revealing an absolute will that brooked no questioning.

The scene was deathly silent.

Even Venus, who was playing dead over there, closed his eyes in despair. The Dao Ancestor had made a move; it was truly over now. No one could defy the will of the Dao Ancestor, not even a Saint.

Everyone's eyes subconsciously turned to the man standing on the deck.

Lin Feng picked his ear, looking impatient, like someone looking at an annoying salesman peddling shoddy products.

He picked up the megaphone he had exchanged from the System, turned on the switch, and let out a piercing screech.

"Hey, hey, hey. That kid in the gray clothes, can you hear me?"

Lin Feng's voice traveled lazily through the amplification Magic Treasure, breaking the solemn atmosphere.

The Dao boy in the sky frowned, clearly not expecting anyone to dare speak to him like that. In Zixiao Palace for countless epochs, even the Three Pure Saints had to respectfully call him Junior Brother when they saw him. This Mortal actually called him a kid?

"Audacious! This is the Dao Ancestor's decree, how dare you be disrespectful? Kneel down and accept the decree!" The Dao boy reprimanded sharply.

"Alright, alright, don't treat chicken feathers as arrows, and don't put on airs with me."

Lin Feng interrupted him directly, looking disgusted. "What did you just say? Ask me to disperse my cultivation? And ask me to go face a wall? And hand over my Magic Treasures? Has that old man Hongjun been staying in Zixiao Palace for too long? Is his brain broken?"

"Go back and tell Hongjun that I am very busy now. Look, the Lingxiao Palace has just been demolished, and the ruins haven't been cleared yet; the South Heaven Gate still needs to be rebuilt; these tens of thousands of brothers still need to eat and get paid; the book of life and death in the Underworld still needs to be modified... I am so busy I don't even have time to scratch my head, where would I have time to listen to his nonsense?"

As he spoke, Lin Feng waved his hand, his mana surging, and directly used spiritual power to condense several golden, shining characters in the air that were ten times larger than the decree:

[No time! Busy with renovations!]

These words appeared like a thunderclap on flat ground, stunning everyone.

Nezha's eyes were about to pop out, and the Fire-Tipped Spear in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter."

Erlang Shen's hands were shaking. He had thought Lin Feng would resist, but he never expected him to use such a reason—renovations?

Marshal Tianpeng was so scared he slumped to the ground, muttering to himself: "Crazy... truly crazy... this is going to poke a hole in the sky..."

"You... you..."

The Dao boy in the sky had clearly never seen such a battle. Since the creation of the world, who had dared to say "no time" to the Dao Ancestor? Who had dared to use "renovations" as a reason to resist a decree? This was the greatest blasphemy against the Heavenly Dao!

His face flushed red, and he pointed a trembling finger at Lin Feng, his voice shrill: "Lin Feng! You are seeking your own death! If the Dao Ancestor is enraged, the Three Realms will be reset, earth, water, fire, and wind will be re-enacted. Can you bear that consequence?!"

"Reset your grandpa!"

Lin Feng's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his Aura erupted instantly, faintly suppressing the overwhelming purple Qi.

"When I, Lin Feng, do things, why should I explain to others? Even if it's Hongjun, he has to weigh the consequences if he wants to touch me! This Three Realms has long been rotten to the core. If he, Hongjun, won't manage it, I will! If he doesn't like it, tell him to come down and find me himself! Sending a little brat with a piece of scrap paper to scare who?"

"Want me to go to Zixiao Palace and act like a grandson? In your dreams!"

"Get lost!"

With the final word "Get lost," Lin Feng used the newly upgraded "Words Become Law" Divine Ability and enhanced it with the System's sound wave amplifier.

"Boom—!!!"

A visible, terrifying sound wave shot into the sky like a tangible shockwave, directly shattering the purple Qi filling the sky.

The high-and-mighty Dao boy was staggered by the sound wave, the decree in his hand nearly flying out of his grasp, and his hair bun was blown apart, looking utterly disheveled.

He looked at Lin Feng in horror, as if looking at a madman he couldn't understand. From Lin Feng, he felt a power that even the Heavenly Dao couldn't completely restrain.

"Good... good! Very good!"

The Dao boy knew he was just a messenger and was no match for Lin Feng, so he didn't dare stay longer, leaving behind a parting threat: "Lin Feng, you will regret this! When the Great Tribulation arrives, the entire Three Realms will be buried with you!"

After speaking, he turned into a streak of light and scrambled back into the Void Realm crack, looking exactly like a bullied child going home to complain.

The purple Qi dissipated, and the sunlight shone down again.

But the entire scene remained deathly silent.

Everyone looked at Lin Feng with eyes that looked at a god—no, a monster.

At this moment, they finally understood what kind of boss they were following. This was no longer just poking a hole in the sky; this was tearing down the ceiling and stomping on it twice!

[Ding! Congratulations to the Host for completing an epic achievement: Challenging the Dao Ancestor head-on (although it was just a messenger, the courage is commendable).]

[System evaluation: Your guts are bigger than Pangu's axe. Although this System is trembling, I have to say, well done! This is the rhythm of the face-slapping novel we want!]

[Reward: Prestige Points + 5 billion (Breaking through the sky! The entire Three Realms is shocked by your outrageous operation!)]

[Reward: Special architectural blueprint — [Absolute Defense · Gate of God].]

[Reward: Passive skill [Lawless] (When facing a Saint's coercion, reduce the effect by 50%, immune to all mental control).]

Lin Feng listened to the pleasant prompt in his mind, and a wild arc curved at the corner of his mouth. 5 billion Prestige Points! This wave was a huge profit!

He turned around, looked at the group of subordinates who were still dazed, as if their Souls had emerged, and shouted loudly:

"What are you all staring at? Didn't you hear what I said just now?"

"We are very busy! Not only do we need to renovate, but we also need to go to the Dragon Palace to stock up! Whoever delays the construction period will have their salary deducted!"

"Tianpeng! What are you dazing for! Wipe your drool! Weigh anchor! Target East Sea! Whoever dares to block the way, blow them to hell!"

"Yes... yes! Pavilion Master is mighty! Pavilion Master is domineering!"

Marshal Tianpeng came back to his senses from the shock, and then an uncontrollable frenzy welled up in his heart.

Following such a boss, although his head might fall off at any time, but... it was really f*cking exciting! It felt like dancing disco with his head tied to his belt!

"All troops advance! Target East Sea! Rob... oh no, go borrow treasures!"

As the roar of the engines sounded again, this fleet, which had just humiliated the Dao Ancestor, rushed into the distance like a group of wild horses off the leash.

And on this day, the news that "Lin Feng defied the decree, and the reason was that he was busy with renovations" spread across the four continents like it had grown wings.

The Three Realms were completely blown up.