Chapter 108: The Divine Emperor's Way

Could it be this unremarkable Human Race member?

The God Lord felt it was absurd.

The Dragon Clan was always arrogant, not even caring for the Immortal Emperors of the Divine Court, so why were they gathered around an ordinary Human Race member in worship?

The God Lord's Divine Sense suddenly stopped.

He sensed a trace of a very weak but fundamentally high-level God Emperor Law residue on Gu Heng.

God Emperor Dao Rhyme?

The vertical pupil between the God Lord's brows shrank violently, and the corner of his eye twitched.

It really was God Emperor Dao Rhyme.

This wisp of aura was extremely faint, but as a God Lord, his perception was among the best in the God Lord Realm. He could feel the terrifying dimension behind that Dao Rhyme.

The gray dark moon phantom beside him flickered.

He had felt this kind of Dao Rhyme somewhere before.

This aura was too unique.

Cold, aloof, as if coexisting with time itself, treating all things as ants. It was carved deep into his memory.

He began to recall.

A million years ago, he was an ordinary Elder of the Xuantian Hall, and his cultivation had just entered the Immortal Emperor Realm.

That day, the Old Ancestor of the Xuantian Hall—an old Divine Venerable who had lived for hundreds of millions of years—suddenly emerged from seclusion.

The Old Ancestor was usually steady, but that time his expression was solemn, and his deep-set eyes were filled with incomparable terror.

That terror wasn't like encountering a powerful enemy; it was like the lingering fear of a Mortal after looking into the abyss.

The Old Ancestor called several core Elders to the ice secret chamber in the deepest part of the Sect and sealed all heavenly secrets.

Under the dim light of the everlasting lamps, the Old Ancestor's withered hand gripped the back of a chair as he issued a ban: "From this day forth, no Disciple of the Xuantian Hall shall ever set foot in the core of the Divine Court. Violators will be expelled from the Sect."

Having just broken through to the Immortal Emperor Realm back then, he was young and impetuous, and he pressed for the reason.

The Old Ancestor remained silent for a long time.

The cold air in the secret chamber froze time. The Old Ancestor looked at the Void Realm with cloudy eyes before finally speaking.

"Many years ago, I accompanied the Old Palace Master to the Divine Court to pay homage."

"There, I saw a figure from afar."

"Barefoot, with a red string, and black hair like a waterfall. Just one look, and a wisp of Dao Rhyme that rippled beneath her feet as she passed—"

"Nearly shattered the Dao Heart I had cultivated for three hundred thousand years on the spot."

"I didn't even have the qualification to look directly at her..."

A crystal appeared in the Old Ancestor's hand.

A wisp of God Emperor Dao Rhyme swirled gently inside that semi-transparent crystal.

The Dao Rhyme transformed into frost flowers, living and dying within the crystal, as a pressure that transcended the Great Dao dissipated from it.

The Old Ancestor looked at the crystal, his eyes flashing with wariness and gratitude.

"She didn't spare me a single glance. But I know that if she had, I would have long been gone."

"Imperial Preceptor, Jiang Wanyin... remember her name."

Even through the crystal, as an Elder back then, he had immediately knelt down. That Soul-crushing fear made it impossible for him to breathe.

From that day on, the words 'Imperial Preceptor' became a taboo carved into the God Lord's very marrow.

Inside the void crack,

The God Lord snapped back to his senses, cold sweat sliding down his temples.

He looked again at Gu Heng drinking tea on the low peak in the distance.

Although that wisp of Dao Rhyme was extremely faint, the feeling it gave him was exactly the same as the Imperial Preceptor's Dao Rhyme the Old Ancestor had spoken of. It was even more restrained, more returned to simplicity, as if it had merged with the young man's flesh and blood.

Could it be that the Imperial Preceptor had once stayed by his side?

The God Lord took a breath of the cold void air, his eyes showing astonishment. What was this young man's identity?

To be able to have the arrogant Imperial Preceptor leave behind Dao Rhyme, to have the Dragon Clan's Five Great Dragon Emperors kneel like servants, and to be able to drink tea peacefully while ignoring a God Lord's pressure.

While the God Lord was still in shock, a transmission jade talisman at his waist lit up.

The red light was very piercing in the gray void.

This was the highest-level transmission talisman of the Xuantian Hall. Its lighting up meant that a life-or-death crisis had occurred in the Sect.

His brow furrowed as he sent a wisp of Divine Sense into the jade talisman.

The information in the transmission talisman was very short. As his Divine Sense swept over it, his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Reporting to the God Lord, the Myriad Races Geniuses have returned from the Lower Realm. Most of their memories have been erased, but Soul Refining techniques still extracted common fragments—a White-robed God Emperor once descended to the Lower Realm, suppressing the entire scene with just their aura. The Dragon Clan's Chosen Son was their servant, and the Immortal and Demon Emperors knelt before them. Their face could not be seen clearly, only their back remained."

Attached were the image fragments extracted from the geniuses' Sea of Consciousness.

Blurry, just afterimages.

But in the collapsing starry sky of the Lower Realm, the silhouette of that white-robed back, and the posture that made Immortal Emperors kneel with every gesture.

It actually completely overlapped with the young man drinking tea in the Longyuan Hall at this moment.

There was no difference.

The God Lord's eyes suddenly widened.

White robes.

Face unseen.

Immortal Emperors kneeling.

He slowly raised his head, looking stiffly at the white-robed young man on the distant low peak who was holding a teacup and frowning because the tea had gone cold.

What he had just captured from Gu Heng was a God Emperor Dao Rhyme at the level of the Imperial Preceptor.

The intelligence told him that the White-robed God Emperor mentioned by the Myriad Races Geniuses was also in the Lower Realm, and his characteristics were exactly the same as the person before him.

He had previously thought this young man might be related to the Imperial Preceptor—a Disciple, or someone who had been enlightened.

But the Imperial Preceptor's Dao Rhyme would not be left on just anyone.

That kind of overbearing power would kill an ordinary Immortal Emperor upon contact; how could it linger around someone like a spring breeze?

Unless the Imperial Preceptor had stayed by his side for a long time.

Unless he was the Imperial Preceptor himself... or someone protected by her will.

Thinking of this, the God Lord's back was instantly drenched in cold sweat, his divine robe clinging to him, bone-chillingly cold.

What had he just done?

He hung on the edge of the crack in the Ancestral Dragon Great World, unable to advance or retreat.

He had just burned his Lifespan and used the world-breaking shuttle to smash the Ancestral Dragon Array. And he had swept the entire Longyuan Hall with his Divine Sense.

He had just released killing intent toward the Dragon Clan kneeling on the ground and toward this low peak.

The Imperial Preceptor might be nearby.

This thought hung over his head like a guillotine.

His arrogance in breaking the array, the offense of his Divine Sense, and the killing intent he released—any one of these was enough for him to die ten times over.

He wanted to leave.

He wanted to turn around immediately, tear through the void, scurry back to Xuantian Hall, and seal the mountain for a million years.

But he didn't dare to leave.

The Hall Master's orders weighed on his shoulders, and Lei Wanjun was right below. The price of the world-breaking shuttle had already been paid, and a hundred thousand years of Lifespan had already been burned. If he went back without asking a single question, what awaited him would either be Soul Refining interrogation in the Law Enforcement Hall or the Hall Master's thunderous wrath.

Even more frightening was that the moment he turned around, that Dao Rhyme capable of shattering the Old Ancestor's Dao Heart would directly pierce through his back.

He froze in mid-air.

The sky-covering gray dark moon phantom was like a deflated ball, rapidly shrinking until it only dared to protect the ten zhang around him.

He stood for a long time.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, a look of determination appearing on his pale face.

He had made a decision.

He wouldn't ask about anything else. He wouldn't mention capturing anyone or the Sect's face.

He would only ask one thing.

Confirm if the person was here, and leave as soon as he asked. No matter what the answer was, he would leave immediately.

He compressed his Divine Thought to the extreme, avoiding the perception of all the Dragon Clan.

Across hundreds of billions of miles of void, he carefully transmitted it. He did not land, nor did he take a single step forward, remaining at the edge of the void crack.

"Junior, the God Lord of Xuantian Hall, presumes to disturb Senior."

"I am under orders from the Sect to track down the traitor Lei Wanjun. I only wish to confirm if this person is here. I will leave immediately after asking and would never dare to cause further disturbance."

After speaking,

He withdrew all his God Lord pressure and bowed his head in the void, maintaining a humble posture as he waited for a response from the low peak.

On the low peak,

Gu Heng held his teacup, watching that rapidly shrinking gray dark moon on the horizon.

This voice, thin as a thread of silk, reached his ears.

After Gu Heng heard it,

He was stunned for a moment.

The teacup stopped in mid-air.

Lei Wanjun?

He thought about it, and the image of that guy kneeling on the floor tiles of the main hall, crying with snot and tears, begging to cancel the contract to go die, and finally being scolded by him and kicked into the heaven-reaching tower to Cultivate, appeared in his mind.

Gu Heng glanced at the System panel.

[Host's current location: Dragon Domain core.]

[High-energy target distance: Hundreds of billions of miles.]

[Current Passing By range: Over five million miles.]

Gu Heng looked at that "hundreds of billions of miles" and then at his own "over five million miles."

How many orders of magnitude was the difference? He was too lazy to count. At that distance, let alone hitting someone, he couldn't even see them clearly.

He looked up again at the God Lord standing at the edge of the starry sky crack, bowing his head with a posture as humble as a schoolboy who had made a mistake.

A God Lord.

The overlord of a divine domain.

Yet he stood further away than anyone. He used Divine Thought transmission to speak and didn't even dare to show his face.

Afraid of him? Afraid of a cheater who only had Mid-stage Immortal Emperor cultivation?

Oh, right.

What they imagined probably wasn't Mid-stage Immortal Emperor. From Xuantian Hall and the Dragon Clan to these factions, they had probably long ago imagined him to be some unspeakable ancient taboo.

Gu Heng was calm on the surface, but he had already started cursing in his heart.

These cultivators, the higher their Realm, the more ridiculous they became.

Clearly their cultivation was higher than his, yet they insisted on standing so far away, making it seem like he was the one who was a bloodthirsty Devil Head. If you want to ask about Lei Wanjun, then come down. Come down and talk face-to-face; maybe if I'm in a good mood, I'll even call that guy out for you to see.

Asking me from hundreds of billions of miles away, you wouldn't even hear me if I raised my voice.

The more he thought about it, the more helpless he felt. Those with low cultivation, he was too lazy to take in; those with high cultivation stood further away than the heavens, and he couldn't even touch their edges.

When will these old geezers change this habit? Can't they act like normal villains and rush in front of me to talk big?

While complaining wildly in his heart, his face remained as calm as a light breeze.

He lightly tapped the teacup against the bluestone and spoke indifferently.

"There is indeed such a person."

Just that one sentence.

After speaking,

He picked up the teacup again, blew on the tea leaves, and continued drinking.

On the horizon,

In the void hundreds of billions of miles away.

The God Lord's body trembled violently at those light words.

That voice exploded directly in his Sea of Consciousness.

The Senior admitted it.

But there was no follow-up.

The God Lord maintained his bowing posture, cold sweat dripping into the void.

"There is indeed such a person"—what did that mean?

Was it that he didn't want to hand him over, or that he disdained to? Or was the Senior just stating a fact, not caring at all about Xuantian Hall's pursuit of a traitor?

The deeper meaning was: I've protected the person, what are you going to do about it?

He gritted his teeth; he wanted to ask "then can this Junior take him away," but the words were swallowed back down.

No need to ask.

The answer was already obvious. That nonchalant tone, that composure that treated a God Lord as if they were air. The person is here, but you can't take him. Try moving if you dare.

He was silent for a long time, his heart struggling to the extreme.

The Sect's mission and his own life were wildly tilting on the scales.

In the end, his survival instinct won. A hundred thousand years of Lifespan burned was burned; it was better than losing his life here.

He struggled to speak,

"Since that's the case... then this Junior will take his lea..."

He was prepared to say the word "leave."

Before he could finish.

Suddenly.

"BOOM—!!!"

A terrifying pressure that shook the galaxy fell from the depths of the void above the Ancestral Dragon Great World.

A crimson-gold Star Domain phantom instantly covered the firmament above the God Lord's head.

Countless golden Law chains interlaced in the void.

Divine Venerable Dragon Breath dissipated.

The God Lord's pupils shrank as he suddenly looked up.

Immediately after,

A voice carrying endless fury came from afar, echoing throughout the entire Ancestral Dragon Great World.

"Human Race God Lord—"

"Do you take my Dragon Domain for a public latrine, to come and go as you please?"