Chapter 641 — One Punch Smashes Through the Imperial Hall
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
The Second Ancestor Human Emperor mused, "Perhaps his arts have already found their own road, and his divine abilities have taken rudimentary form. Perhaps he will not lose against the First Ancestor. A second defeat would strike him too heavy a blow..."
Emperor Lanpo said, "With only rudimentary arts and abilities, he would have a chance against the First Ancestor? The First Ancestor's arts and divine abilities are no rudiments—they have been perfected to flawless, seamless completeness."
The Human Emperors fell silent.
"But he has an Overlord Body..."
Emperor Qikang said, a little timidly, "An Overlord Body must be formidable, surely? That rascal disciple of mine, Su Muzhe, kept bragging that his disciple had an Overlord Body—he nearly blew it up to the heavens..."
The others all shook their heads. "An Overlord Body still has to grow. At nineteen, how far can it have grown?"
After a moment, the Second Ancestor said resolutely, "Let us manifest our spirits and go to the Hall of Human Emperors. Emperor Shen travels from the mortal world, and it will take him a day or two to reach the hall. We go ahead of him; once we are there, we all strike together and gang up on the First Ancestor."
"Good! Gang up on the First Ancestor! We must beat him until he yields of his own accord and dares not contend with Emperor Shen!"
The many Human Emperors, all eagerness, nodded and faded from sight one by one, vanishing from Fengdu.
The bird god Chi Xiu watched them manifest and depart from afar. He twisted his head around to look at King Yan beside him and ventured, "Will the King not stop them? They are all dead. To rush off so recklessly into the mortal world—does that not break the rules of Fengdu?"
"There is no need."
King Yan shook his head. "The Hall of Human Emperors belongs neither to the mortal world nor to the underworld. It is a place beyond our jurisdiction. The Human Emperors of every age have always been a band who fear neither heaven nor earth. When they go to the Hall of Human Emperors, they are not under Fengdu's authority."
Chi Xiu was stunned for a moment. "The Hall of Human Emperors belongs to neither the mortal world nor the underworld?"
"The Hall of Human Emperors is a fragment of the Kaihuang Heavenly Court. Fengdu has no jurisdiction there."
King Yan withdrew his gaze and turned to leave. "Of the fragments of the Heavenly Court, the largest fell to earth and became the Wasteland Ruins. There are other remnants as well—vital remnants—such as the thirty-six Heavenly Palaces and the seventy-two Treasure Halls, and those are places beyond Fengdu's jurisdiction. The place where the Hall of Human Emperors stands is one of those Heavenly Palaces: Yuming Palace. Now that they have gone to Yuming Palace, my power cannot reach directly there to call them back. The reason Fengdu can hold down this land of the Dark Capital is likewise that a Heavenly Palace lies hidden within it, called Pisha Palace—and by it we can subdue ghosts and gods."
Outside Crimson Dragon City, Shen Mu rode the clouds and mist, driving the Human Emperor Seal, following its mark toward the Hall of Human Emperors.
Scarcely had he left when a god-devil with three heads and six arms came into Crimson Dragon City, accompanied by a youth—none other than Chi Xi and Ban Gongcuo.
"Teacher, why do you wish to study the customs and manners of Jingping?"
Ban Gongcuo asked, puzzled, "We barely made it back from Taihuang Heaven. Why not go straight to the Southern Land?"
"The Southern Land has already sunk and become the Southern Sea. It has lain beneath the waves for more than three hundred thousand years; a day more or a day less makes no difference. Since we are back in the ancestral land, there is no hurry."
Chi Xi's three heads looked this way and that, and he said, unhurried, "I have come to study Jingping's customs in order to see what potential this age holds—whether it has the means to contend with the Heavenly Court."