Chapter 117 The Insidious Divine Court

Divine Marshal Pojun remained in his upward-gazing posture, momentarily stunned.

"... Huh???"

Two more breaths passed. He suddenly snapped back to his senses.

"I just fucking got here! I haven't even had a breath of fresh mud air yet!"

He pointed at the sky, his finger trembling, "What do you mean by 'again'? What do you mean by 'it's you again'?!"

"Finish what you're saying before you leave!!!"

The wind howled, carrying white snow. After his breakdown, Pojun closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and calmed down.

"Something's not right..." Pojun opened his eyes, frantically replaying the words the ancestor had roared across the realm moments ago in his mind.

"It's me again? This means that besides God-Venerable Lietian being killed in the Lower Realm, another extremely important figure of the Dragon Clan has met with trouble here. And the ancestor believes this debt is my doing again!"

The corner of Pojun's eye twitched violently.

"I must have been framed! Someone moved against a high-ranking Dragon Clan member at this critical juncture, then sensed my spatial fluctuations, escaped immediately, and perfectly pinned this blame on me!"

"Damn it! Who on earth is it!?"

A flash of ruthlessness crossed Pojun's eyes. His Divine Sense erupted instantly, frantically sweeping across the shattered surface of the Original Realm. He peeled back those Law fragments inch by inch.

After dozens of breaths, he frowned. At the bottom of a cliff leveled by a Law storm, he caught a trace of an extremely faint aura that was almost completely erased.

...The Origin fluctuation of the Yao Race. And it was of an extremely high grade, at least at the Peak of the Divine Lord.

"This is... the scent of the Nine-Tailed Fox clan."

"A top expert of the Yao Race has been here?"

Pojun's pupils constricted. That forbidden Bloodline from the Yao God Realm that had slept for several epochs, the Nine-Tailed White Fox? How could its clansman appear here?

"So that's it!"

"It seems that after the Myriad Races Geniuses brought back the news of that White-robed God Emperor, those beasts in the Yao God Realm never intended to stand idly by."

"What a clever 'mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind'! What a great move of diverting disaster!"

Pojun's chest heaved violently with anger, and he gnashed his back teeth.

"Yao God Realm, you fur-clad, horned beasts, how dare you use a Divine Court Marshal as a shield?!"

Pojun did not continue searching. Because he knew there was nothing left to find; since the Yao Race dared to set the trap, they must have cleaned up their tracks thoroughly.

Thus, he made a prompt decision and tore open a Void Realm rift.

"I must rush back to the Divine Court immediately! Yes, hurry back and clarify! I absolutely cannot let those old foxes who love to overthink pin the 'masterminding' label on me again. This blame must be smashed back onto the heads of the Yao Race!"

A dark red figure flashed, and Pojun disappeared from the Original Realm.

Meanwhile. Dragon God Domain, Chaos Main Hall.

"Boom—" The entire main hall shook violently. Cracks spread across the dark gold dragon pillars.

The ancestor's will had just been withdrawn from the Original Realm across the endless Star Domain. Forcing its way through the realm barrier along the way, coupled with the extremely high-level backlash suffered from peeking at the heaven-reaching tower earlier, almost caused this half-step God Emperor's will to collapse on the spot.

Dozens of Dragon Clan elders and Divine Lords who were originally sitting upright were now all pressed to the ground by this uncontrolled pressure, their bones creaking.

"Divine Marshal Pojun!!!" A furious roar exploded, shaking the entire Chaos Main Hall until it trembled.

"Wait until my true body comes out of seclusion! I will definitely demand an explanation from you!"

Inside the hall, the dragons were shocked and struggled to lift their heads. Divine Marshal Pojun?! Him again?!

A cold snort that seemed to see through everything rang out, "That Pojun must have anticipated this long ago! He laid an ambush near the Original Realm, presumably uniting with several other reclusive Divine Venerables of the Divine Court to set a kill trap and take down Ao Lie!"

"Ah!" Once these words were spoken, it was as if a thunderbolt had been dropped into the main hall. The dragons were all furious, their eye sockets instantly turning red.

"How insidious the Divine Court is! What a Pojun!"

A Divine Lord of the radical faction roared, "It wasn't enough to ambush Divine Venerable Lietian, and now they won't even spare Ao Lie! Are they trying to wipe out our Dragon Clan?!"

After a brief burst of rage, the white-haired elder frowned, sensing something was wrong.

"Wait. Ao Lie going to refine the Original Realm was a top secret. Except for those in this hall, no one knew. Where did that Pojun... learn of Ao Lie's whereabouts?"

The main hall instantly quieted down. The dragons looked at each other, doubts arising. Could there be a mole from the Divine Court within the Dragon Clan?

Elder Tianji wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, braced his trembling knees to stand up, and laughed in extreme anger.

"Does that even need asking?" Elder Tianji pointed at the firmament, "The ancestor is in seclusion, aiming for the God Emperor Realm, and the Divine Treasury will open in a year. The old foxes of the Divine Court must also be clear that the ancestor cannot enter the Divine Treasury empty-handed."

"Ordinary storage rings simply cannot withstand the pressure of the Laws within the Divine Treasury. The ancestor's only choice is to have a Small World as a storage realm!"

"And the only waste realm closest to the Dragon God Domain, easiest to obtain, and with decent potential is the Original Realm!"

The more Elder Tianji spoke, the more agitated he became, "Pojun doesn't need a mole at all. He only needs to bring people to guard the Original Realm and wait for a rabbit to run into the tree stump; he would be able to wait for our clan's general who is going to refine the realm!"

"I just didn't expect..." Elder Tianji's voice choked, "They would strike so fast, and so viciously!"

The dragons suddenly realized, "So that's it..."

The white-haired elder sat down dejectedly, "One wrong step, and the whole game is lost. Then, Ancestor, should we still send people to the Original Realm..."

"Forget it." The ancestor's weary sigh came out, "The Original Realm hasn't been refined, and the Human Race has already occupied the initiative. Since they set an ambush, they likely have no intention of refining it themselves; they only wanted to cut off my path."

"Everything will be discussed after my true body comes out of seclusion." "Presumably... no one will refine the Original Realm..."

"Furthermore, this divination forcibly touched such a supreme treasure, and the backlash is severe. Coupled with the interruption of my will descending across realms, I cannot easily make a move again..."

"I will enter a six-month death seclusion to adjust my state to the limit and make final preparations for the trip to the Divine Treasury."

"During this period, the Dragon God Domain is to be fully sealed. Keep a close watch on those Chosen Sons in the dungeon for me. Their Origin is my final trump card for entering the Divine Treasury. Otherwise, use your entire clan's lives to pay for it!"

The dragons shuddered and kowtowed in unison.

"Finally..." The ancestor's voice grew weaker and weaker, until at the end, only a faint thought was transmitted, "Transmit the news of Ao Lie being enslaved back to the Human Race Divine Court through secret channels. Tell them this is our Dragon Clan's final bottom line. If they dare to push further..."

"Understood!" Elder Tianji and the other dragons, along with the radical and conservative factions, all the Dragon Clan high-ups promised.

Meanwhile. Dragon Domain, Longyuan Hall.

On the plaza, tens of thousands of Dragon Clan elites still maintained a pious posture, kowtowing to the stalk of Lietian Grass swaying in the wind on the altar.

In the Void Realm, Gu Heng stepped out from the heaven-reaching tower space. He had just touched the void above Longyuan Hall.

"Crack—" An extremely crisp sound of space shattering exploded in the firmament at the core of the Dragon Domain. A trace of his aura had accidentally leaked out. Just this one trace.

The firmament above Longyuan Hall collapsed in several layers instantly, like a shattered mirror. Void Realm turbulence poured down from the collapsed cracks.

"Boom—" The Black Dragon Immortal Emperor was standing by the altar, twisting the ear of his little black dragon cub. The moment the heavy pressure descended, he didn't even have time to let out a cry of surprise before the entire dragon was flattened to the ground.

"Bang!" Nearby, the Green Dragon Immortal Emperor was stroking his beard. As the pressure swept past, his knee bones made an explosive sound, and he knelt straight onto the ground, unable to even straighten his waist.

The Domain Master stood at the very front, originally like a straight javelin. At this moment, this javelin was snapped in two, collapsed on the ground, unable to get up.

Across the entire plaza, countless dragons instantly knelt on the ground under this pressure, unable to rise. The little dragon cubs rolled their eyes, their tongues lolling out, and even their cries were pressed back into their throats.

Gu Heng stood in mid-air, his steps pausing. He looked down, watching this extremely exaggerated scene below, and was stunned for a breath.

"..." Gu Heng immediately mobilized his mind, forcibly pressing that trace of leaked Divine Venerable Origin back into the depths of his Sea of Consciousness and locking it down completely.

In the firmament, the cracks stopped spreading. The terrifying pressure shrouding the plaza vanished without a trace in an instant, like the receding tide.

Fresh air poured back into Longyuan Hall. On the plaza, a chorus of violent coughing and gasping sounded.

The Five Great Dragon Emperors struggled to prop themselves up, drenched in sweat. Their offspring and clansmen all looked with extreme terror at the white-clothed figure slowly descending from mid-air.

"Se... Senior?" The Black Dragon Immortal Emperor's voice trembled. He didn't dare to wipe the dirt from the corner of his mouth, his mind racing frantically: Why did Senior suddenly get so angry? Was it that our kowtowing wasn't loud enough? Or did that Human Race Loose Cultivator from earlier annoy Senior?

Gu Heng landed on the edge of the altar. He looked at the Black Dragon Immortal Emperor's disheveled appearance, then glanced at the distance, at those little dragon cubs who had been scared into wetting their pants, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Ahem... Sorry about that..." He extended his clenched fist to cover his mouth, "I was just stretching my muscles a bit inside, didn't control my pressure, and accidentally let it leak out."

Silence. The Five Great Dragon Emperors froze in place, their minds blank. Accidentally leaked? Didn't control the pressure? Just... stretched his muscles a bit?