Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 563 Only when the nation is in peril can one truly be the master of the state.
"Lord Emperor of Heaven!"

Gazing ahead at the increasingly clear outline of the celestial realm, radiating endless majesty and peace.

A surge of sincere respect welled up in Wang Li's heart.

"I, Ziwei, love you dearly!"

In an instant, his figure transformed into a streak of light and plunged into the orderly and naturally imbued Thirty-Three Heavens Great Thousand Heavens Realm.

Pass through that invisible and intangible celestial barrier, which is strong enough to block most void concepts and uninvited guests.

A familiar aura, a blend of stellar essence and innate spiritual energy, rushed towards me.

Wang Li took a deep breath, feeling that even the "otherworldly scent" she had picked up in the Type-Moon world had been largely washed away at this moment.

"Tsk tsk tsk, finally back."

Looking at the familiar Thirty-Three Heavens Great Thousand World before her, Wang Li let out a long sigh of relief, and even the tense inner universe around her unconsciously relaxed.

As one of the original founders of this "makeshift team", Wang Li was very clear about her role in these thirty-three days: she was a shareholder, and a rather large one at that.

The vast and boundless Zhou Tian Xing Han before him, one of the foundations of the celestial realm, was essentially blasted out of the chaotic void by him, punch by punch!

The trajectory of every star, the flow of every ray of starlight, are deeply imprinted with the mark of his microcosm.

It can be said that without Wang Li, there would be no brilliant starry sky and endless galaxy supporting the heavens.

This is Wang Li's real "shares" in this thirty-three heavens realm, the foundation upon which he establishes himself in this temporary "company".

To be honest, this vast celestial realm appears to be orderly in terms of the three realms of heaven, earth, and humanity, with countless golden rays, auspicious clouds, floating immortal mountains, and continuous palaces.

Furthermore, numerous subordinate smaller worlds are attached to these Thirty-Three Heavens. The Heavenly Court dominates all the heavens and myriad realms, with the Five Emperors and the Western Buddha in power, exuding an aura of timelessness and supreme authority over the three thousand realms.

From any perspective, this is a scene of vibrant life, where all things flourish.

But in reality, only Wang Li, the Emperor Ziwei, knew the truth.

This vast Thirty-Three Heavens was essentially a makeshift group that they happened to encounter while wandering aimlessly in the Desolate Void Sea. Under the call of that mysterious Heavenly Emperor, they slapped their heads together and hastily put together a makeshift group, like "gathering chicken feathers to make a duster"!

If one day everyone's ideas clash or they feel it's no longer interesting, they can simply "split up" and go their separate ways. Wang Li wouldn't be surprised at all.

After all, the initial decision to come together and create this world was more of a spur-of-the-moment thing, plus that Heavenly Emperor was indeed a bit of a smooth talker—no, I mean, a manipulative leader.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have claimed the title of "Emperor Ziwei" in this vast celestial realm.

And thinking about the Heavenly Emperor who was prepared to take the blame for her, Wang Li became even more suspicious.

After all, apart from initially calling on everyone to "start a business" and jointly create these thirty-three heavens, during which he displayed some unpredictable methods and established the framework of the natural order, this Heavenly Emperor completely disappeared afterward.

He was enveloped by the endless imperial radiance and chaotic Dao charm all day long, sitting upright in the empty Lingxiao Palace, never making a move again, nor seeming to interfere in anything.

Moreover, since this celestial realm is a "startup company," there are serious vacancies in the divine positions, and most of the rules and regulations are just something everyone has put together.

In that vast and majestic Lingxiao Palace, apart from the Heavenly Emperor who sat alone on the throne to maintain appearances, there were hardly any real deities on duty below. Wang Li even maliciously speculated that this Emperor might just be a "mascot" who provided ideas and initial concepts, and actually had no practical abilities whatsoever?
These few "directors" who owned the original shares tacitly admired the good atmosphere of "the Holy Heavenly Emperor ruling with nothing but his hands, and all the gods and righteous men filling the court," and even more tacitly regarded the Heavenly Emperor as a high-class human-shaped tablet.

We never bother each other unless there's a specific reason; everyone can enjoy their own lives.

Only when something truly outrageous and irreparable happens, and a tall person is needed to take the fall, will people think of "paying homage" to shift the blame.

Just like what Wang is doing now...

Even though Wang Li did not report to her beloved Heavenly Emperor in any way, and regardless of whether the Heavenly Emperor knew about it or not.

However, after Wang returned to this vast world of the Thirty-Three Heavens and took over the Ziwei Palace as one of the Four Emperors of this world.

Everything Wang Li did, in essence, was backed and endorsed by the Heavenly Emperor in this world!

Only those who bring misfortune to the nation can be considered the masters of the state.

Moreover, he is a Heavenly Emperor who rules over everything in the Three Realms.
If the Heavenly Emperor didn't even have this much magnanimity, then he would probably really be beaten under the table by some monkey...

"So, does this mean I've put our beloved Heavenly Emperor through another round of intense training?"

"Forget it, there are plenty of beings in this vast celestial realm who are constantly putting pressure on our Heavenly Emperor. The Heavenly Emperor already takes so many blames every day, he doesn't need my little one at all."

Wang Li pursed his lips, his figure paused slightly within the Heavenly Barrier, and the Gemini Golden Saint Cloth that was slightly disheveled from traversing the Void Sea quietly disappeared, replaced by the Purple Star Emperor Robe that was connected to his origin and symbolized the ruler of the stars in the heavens.

On his robes, the stars in the sky moved on their own, radiating purple energy, exuding nobility and elegance, making him appear more majestic than an emperor compared to his usual carefree demeanor.

In the next instant, Wang Li transformed into a pure purple stream of light, no longer paying attention to the invisible pressure of order emanating from the Lingxiao Palace, the supreme holy site of the Thirty-Three Heavens.

They sped straight toward the Ziwei Imperial Star, which belonged exclusively to Wang Li and was personally created and named by her.

The Purple Star Emperor, located at the core of the celestial sphere, is surrounded by the sun and moon, and lined with other stars. It is the undisputed hub and ruler of this vast star field opened up by Wang Li.

Rather than calling it a star, it is more accurate to describe it as a massive landmass suspended in a sea of ​​stars, or a vast celestial palace whose immensity defies description.

Its mountains, rivers, plains, and hills are all formed from the purest innate stars. The flowing river water is liquid innate Ziwei ancestral energy starlight, and the majestic mountain range is solidified star core.

Countless smaller auxiliary stars and follower stars, like loyal guards, slowly orbit around the Emperor Star, thus forming a naturally formed, extremely vast Zhou Tian Star Array.

This Ziwei Imperial Court, however, lacks the deliberately created ethereal atmosphere and golden splendor of other areas of the Heavenly Court.

Instead, it is a profound, vast, and majestic sense of desolation, as if facing the very origin of the universe.

With each breath, what is inhaled is not air, but the purest power of the stars;
Looking around, what one sees is not pavilions and towers, but the ever-turning 365 cycles of the Milky Way, and the trajectory of the Great Dao of 480 million evil stars.

Along the way, some star spirits, divine generals, warriors, and celestial maidens formed from starlight sensed Wang Li's aura and manifested themselves, bowing silently with eyes full of absolute awe for the creator and ruler.

However, this tranquility and majesty were shattered when Wang Li stepped into the main hall of the Ziwei Divine Court by a series of extremely discordant "bang bang" sounds of stamping.

(End of this chapter)