Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

kill!

kill!

kill!

Boundless hatred and murderous intent swelled wildly in his chest like a volcano, almost bursting through the dam of reason!

His pupils contracted slightly involuntarily, and his fingertips instantly turned icy cold.

But in the next second, Ling Feng suddenly lowered his head, forcefully suppressing all his surging emotions back to the deepest part of his heart!

No, now is not the time to expose ourselves!
He took several deep breaths and silently recited the text of the "Chang Qing Jing Jing" (a classic text on tranquility and purity) to calm himself down quickly.

He can't be exposed!
We absolutely cannot expose ourselves at this moment!

Otherwise, the sacrifice of the leader of Huanglong would truly have been in vain.

When he looked up again, his face had regained its usual composure.

"Greetings, Lord Siyou! Lord Metatron!"

Freya, Ryuzawa Riyue, Sariel, and Michael, who was still recovering from his injuries and needed the support of his servants, immediately stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

Ling Feng followed closely behind, lowering his head deeply to conceal any possible emotions in his eyes.

"Ah."

Si You's voice remained calm and even. His gaze, shrouded in black robes, swept over the crowd, lingering on Ling Feng for a barely perceptible moment. "You've all worked hard. Please follow me. Lord Wu Zhao wishes to hear a report on this incident in person."

Lord Wu Zheng!

The first throne!

As expected, this time we'll be facing the supreme ruler of the Tribunal directly!

Ling Feng's heartstrings tightened to the extreme in an instant.

After infiltrating the Cleric's Court for several months, he was finally about to make contact with the core of this massive organization, the one second only to the leader.

"Yes!"

Freya and the others tensed up, not expecting that Wu Zhao would personally handle this matter at this critical juncture.

It seems that the threat posed by the Zerg is far greater than that of the Chaos Temple.

At least, the Chaos Temple only had Si You handle the matter.

This time, the mutated insectoid that called itself the "Child of the Abyss" actually drew the attention of Wu Zhao, who even diverted a wisp of his divine consciousness to focus on the matter.

Behind Metatron, Gabriel, the god of life, also appeared, like Metatron's shadow, always following him around.

Gabriel's gaze swept over the group of powerful gods, and when he saw Michael, he couldn't help but sneer, "Oh, isn't this the God of War? How did you get so badly injured? How pitiful. Do you want me to help you?"

"Humph!"

Michael snorted coldly, not even glancing at him, "No need!"

"That saves us the trouble."

Gabriel had only intended to use this opportunity to mock Michael, and naturally had no intention of genuinely helping him heal.

"All right!"

Si You interrupted their argument. She was naturally aware of the open and covert struggles between the two factions, the God of Order and the God of Destiny.

But to be making sarcastic remarks at this critical juncture shows a complete lack of perspective.

"Don't let this delay our business!"

Si You snorted coldly, naturally too lazy to deal with these trivial matters, and turned to fly away towards the core area of ​​the Divine Office.

Led by Si You, the group swiftly traversed the heavily guarded corridors and plazas of the central district of Sky City, heading towards the temple atop the twelve cantilevered arms of the Holy Academy.

That was the sacred temple of the First God, Wu Zhao, the Supreme Temple.

The closer one gets, the heavier the oppressive force, seemingly originating from the very source of the world.

Before long, the group arrived at a silver gate engraved with countless star trails and mysterious runes.

Si You and Metatron stopped in front of the door and bowed slightly.

The next moment, Si You gently raised her right hand, and a dark light disappeared into the complex runes in the center of the gate.

hum-

A deep, ancient humming sound arose, as if from the depths of time and space.

The enormous silver door slid open silently inwards, revealing not the magnificent palace one had imagined, but an endless starry sky!

Beneath your feet are swirling nebulae, and above you is the dazzling Milky Way, where countless stars are born and die, exuding a vast, ancient, and desolate aura.

At the center of the space, a solitary circular white jade platform floats suspended.

A figure stood on the platform with his back to the crowd, hands clasped behind his back.

He wore a simple gray robe, and although he was not particularly tall or imposing, he gave the impression of being one with the entire starry sky, as if he had existed since time immemorial, unshakeable and unfathomable.

Just seeing his back view made Ling Feng feel his soul tremble slightly!

The chaotic power within his body even began to stir uncontrollably!

This is the First Divine Throne, Wu Zhao!
Although this might just be a fragment of Wu Zhao's soul, the sense of oppression it exerted on him was in no way inferior to that of the Hunting Mother.

"Sir, they have arrived."

Si You spoke respectfully, his voice sounding exceptionally small under the starry sky.

The gray figure slowly turned around.

Ling Feng finally saw his face.

It was a face that appeared ordinary, yet contained boundless majesty.

His eyes were as deep as a black hole in the universe, calm and still, yet seemingly capable of swallowing all light, all secrets, and all emotions.

His face was expressionless, yet it naturally exuded an absolute majesty that commanded all things and disregarded all living beings.

Is this the supreme divine throne...?

At this moment, Ling Feng began to understand what "supreme" meant.

That is the supreme authority, the supreme ruler.

Such a powerful being actually submitted to that Taiyi.

It's hard to imagine what kind of terrifying being Taiyi, the mastermind behind the Judgment Council, must be.

Ling Feng took a deep breath and quietly followed behind Freya and the others. Just feeling the pressure from Wu Zhao, his back was already covered with a layer of fine sweat.

Wu Zhao's gaze slowly swept over Si You and Metatron, finally landing on Freya, Long Ze Li Yue, Sariel, Michael, and...

On Ling Feng's body.

The moment he was stared at by those eyes, Ling Feng even had the illusion that all his disguises and secrets were about to be completely exposed!

He almost instinctively recited the "Chang Qing Jing Jing" (a classic text on tranquility and purity), guarding his mind and striving not to reveal any flaws.

However, what bothered Ling Feng was that Wu Zhao's gaze lingered on him for a little longer than on the others.

Or perhaps it's just an illusion?
Just as Ling Feng felt his scalp tingle and his back was almost soaked with cold sweat, Wu Zhao finally spoke slowly. His voice was calm and even, yet it seemed to resonate directly in the depths of everyone's soul:
"I don't have much time, and I'm sure you know why I brought you here. So, speak!"

These two simple words carry an undeniable authority.

Si You hurriedly stepped forward, then turned around and looked at Freya, "Goddess of Wisdom, let's start with you."

"Yes!"

Freya took a deep breath, quickly stepped forward, and respectfully began to report: "Reporting to Lord Wuzhao, the matter is as follows..."

She discovered that an adventurer team had, by chance, retrieved a strange purple scale from some ruins, and then, following the clues, they found the empty space.

Then, Quinn suddenly appeared, devoured the scale, and began to evolve, displaying astonishing power. Afterwards, they joined forces to repel Quinn, but on their return journey, they encountered Quinn's horde of mutated Annihilation Beasts, who came to intercept them.

Then Long Fei deliberately lured Quinn away, and Michael risked burning his life essence to lead everyone to escape.

Finally, she and Long Ze Liyue returned to the Abyss District and, after two days and two nights of searching, finally found Long Fei.

He recounted the entire story in great detail, without concealing anything.

She had already reported these things to the tribunal, so it's likely that Wu Zhao already knew the specific details.

The reason Wu Zhao asked her to repeat it was simply to find out some key information that might have been missed.

Wu Zhao nodded slightly, and Si You continued, "God of War, do you have anything to add?"

"What I know is basically the same as Freya's, so there's nothing to add."

Then, Ryuzawa Riyue and Sariel each added some details from their own perspectives.

However, none of them were particularly special.

Wu Zhao listened quietly, his face expressionless, until everyone had finished speaking, then his gaze turned to Ling Feng again.

Si You immediately understood, her gaze fixed on Ling Feng, and said, "Long Fei, you fought that mutant the longest and managed to escape from it. Tell me in detail the specifics of what happened after you left the group."

Ling Feng took a deep breath, stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and repeated what he had said to Freya before.

"...In the end, I only managed to escape because of the eruption of the magma. If it weren't for Lady Freya and the others returning to search, I would probably still be dead in the abyss."

As Ling Feng spoke, a hint of relief at surviving the ordeal was revealed at the right moment.

After finishing his narration, he held his breath, cautiously awaiting the "judgment" from Wu Zhao.

A brief silence fell beneath the starry sky.

Wu Zhao's deep gaze fell on Ling Feng, a gaze that seemed to penetrate flesh and blood and look directly into the very essence of his soul.

Ling Feng felt as if he were being observed under a microscope, with every inch of his skin and every energy fluctuation clearly visible.

He could only do his best to maintain the disguise, but his heart was racing uncontrollably.

Thankfully, after a few breaths, Wu Zhao finally spoke slowly: "Hmm. You handled this incident fairly well. Although you lost quite a few elites, you successfully exposed the Zerg's conspiracy, so the merits and demerits can be considered balanced. You must be tired from your journey, go and rest first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Freya and the others felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and bowed in unison: "Thank you, Lord Wuzhao! We take our leave!"

Although there was no reward, it was alright; there was no punishment either.

Ling Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed he had managed to get away with it for now.

He followed the others and respectfully withdrew from this vast starry temple.

After the silver gate closed, the boundless starry sky returned to absolute silence once more.

Wu Zhao remained standing on the white jade platform, his gaze seemingly piercing through endless space, landing on a departing figure.

Si You stood quietly to the side, like a silent shadow.

"Si You".

After a long silence, Wu Zhao slowly spoke, "What are your thoughts on this young man?"

Si You bowed slightly, his face obscured by his black robe, his voice calm and even: "A man of few words, yet possessing great talent."

Four words, concise yet profound.

Upon hearing this, Wu Zhao revealed a faint, almost imperceptible smile for the first time.

After a long pause, he finally nodded slightly and said slowly, "The end is approaching, chaos is surging, and the insectoid race is making unusual movements. The existing ten divine thrones are of varying quality and need to be reorganized."

He paused, then continued, "Pass down the order: begin the throne ranking challenge in half a month."

Si You immediately understood Wu Zhao's deeper meaning.

"That……"

Si You's gaze sharpened, and he said in a deep voice, "In this seating challenge, in addition to all the first-level priests of the Silent Domain, I will also select a group of elites from the Silent Guard to participate."

Wu Zhao smiled slightly and remained silent.

"Then..." Si You blinked and tentatively asked, "Those few?"

Wu Zhao slowly turned around, only to murmur softly, "An army is raised for a thousand days, but used for a single moment; it should be used when the time is right."

"Yes, sir. I understand!"

Si You bowed and accepted the order.

"Go."

Wu Zhao waved his hand.

Si You's figure slowly blended into the shadows and disappeared.

In the empty temple, only Wu Zhao remained.

He slowly raised his hand, and in his palm, it seemed as if countless stars were being born, dying, and evolving.

"Long Fei... Long Fei..."

He murmured the name, a glint of unfathomable brilliance flashing in his deep eyes. "Heh... an interesting variable. Alas, you can't escape!"

After saying that, he flipped his five fingers, the starlight vanished, and everything returned to nothingness.

……

On the other side, Ling Feng left the central temple area with Freya and the others, and his tense nerves finally relaxed completely, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

The brief encounter with Wu Zhao brought him even more pressure than facing Apollos and the Hunting Mother!
Only when the silver door slowly closed behind them, shutting out the suffocating pressure, did everyone breathe a long sigh of relief.

"Finally...it's over..."

Long Ze Liyue patted her chest, still shaken.

She had met Wu Zhao once before, but that time, there was no such terrifying pressure.

Freya shook her head and smiled, then quickly walked towards Ling Feng, gritted her teeth, and slowly said, "Long Fei, you deserve the most credit for this operation. Don't worry, I will apply for extra rewards for you."

"Then thank you very much, Goddess of Wisdom."

Ling Feng forced a smile.

Michael patted Ling Feng on the shoulder: "Good brother! You have a bright future in the Divine Court. You'll definitely be among the gods in the next ranking challenge!"

Before he could finish speaking, he grimaced again as the injury aggravated his wound.

"whispering sound!"

Gabriel scoffed, "How laughable! He barely escaped with his life from those mutated insectoids. A divine throne? He doesn't deserve it!"

"What did you say?"

Michael, ignoring his injuries, immediately glared fiercely at Gabriel. "Gabriel, say that again if you dare!"

"What difference would it make if we said it again?"

Gabriel wanted to speak again, but Metatron stopped him.

"Enough! Stop embarrassing yourself here!"

Metatron glanced at Freya and the others, then flew away with Gabriel, ignoring everyone.

This is, after all, the gate of the Supreme Temple. It's quite improper for a group of God-level powerhouses to be arguing here.

Watching Metatron and the others leave, Michael finally couldn't bear the excruciating pain from his wounds any longer. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "I can't take it anymore. It seems I need to rest for a while longer. Brother Longfei, once I'm healed, I'll definitely find you for a good drink. As for that Gabriel guy, just ignore him for talking nonsense!"

"sure!"

Ling Feng could only shake his head and smile, "Brother, you should rest and recover first!"

After a brief farewell, everyone dispersed. (End of Chapter)