CHAPTER 162: CHAPTER 160: MESSENGER FROM THE LIGHT GOD’S DIVINE COURT_1

Even though I risk the contempt of the world for the sake of my son’s future, so what? As long as he can become an emperor, as long as he can become an immortal...

Standing at the city gates crafted from Spirit Stones, Wanlihai smiled in relief. Without a shred of hesitation, under the wary gazes of countless Sea Clan members, he entered the city.

All along the way, members of the Sea Clan who noticed Wanlihai cast peculiar glances at him.

Many of them gulped, their eyes filled with a hint of greed.

A valuable tonic indeed! Surely this rich essence blood tastes delicious.

A quarter of an hour later, Wanlihai entered the glittering palace. Before him was the supreme ruler of the Sea Clan, the Sea Emperor, who possessed Saint King cultivation. He sat on the dragon throne, wearing a golden crown and holding a golden trident.

The spacious great hall was filled with high-ranking members of the Sea Clan, wielding various weapons and all staring intently at Wanlihai.

"Your Majesty the Sea Emperor, it has been ten thousand years. I trust you are well?"

Wanlihai walked to the center of the hall and asked calmly, his expression indifferent. Even in this perilous situation, he showed no fear.

He was a competent Sect Master and a ruthless ruler who knew no bounds.

"I’ve been well. On the other hand, I heard that the Qunxian Sect isn’t faring so well, having suffered a defeat and heavy losses!"

The Sea Emperor replied nonchalantly, his left hand tapping a rhythmic beat on the armrest of his throne.

Wanlihai’s expression darkened slightly, then he chuckled. "You shouldn’t laugh at my sect. Aren’t you all cowering at the bottom of the sea like turtles, afraid to come ashore, enduring the torment of cold and darkness?"

BOOM!

His words instantly incensed the high-ranking members of the Sea Clan. Terrifying auras erupted, all pressing down on Wanlihai.

Countless bubbles surfaced, and the entire underwater city trembled slightly.

Wanlihai stood ramrod straight with his hands clasped behind his back, unaffected. Even his clothes and hair remained perfectly still.

"Enough!"

The Sea Emperor slammed his hand down, and the seabed returned to calm. He slowly stood up, looking down imperiously, and said impatiently, "I have no desire to listen to your nonsense. If you have something to say, say it quickly. Out with it!"

He held no goodwill whatsoever towards the Qunxian Sect, which restricted the Sea Clan’s development.

The Sea Clan lived at the bottom of the sea. If they wished to expand, they had to break through the Qunxian Sect’s blockade. Numerous wars had erupted between the two sides because of this, but all had ended with the Qunxian Sect’s victory.

"Then I will be direct," Wanlihai said leisurely. "I wish to turn hostility into friendship, form an alliance with the Sea Clan, and conquer the continent together. As for the resources and land we acquire, we shall divide them equally!"

"What did you say?"

The Sea Emperor and the high-ranking Sea Clan members in the hall grew excited upon hearing Wanlihai’s words, their eyes gleaming.

What they needed most was land!

The Sea Clan lived in the sea, yet they longed for the land above. Didn’t that sound utterly ridiculous?

However, that was indeed the truth. The continent was the center of the world, where the All Clans vied for supremacy. The boundless ocean, while rich in common resources, lacked high-grade ones.

Most crucially, the opportunity to ascend to the Immortal Realm also lay in the heart of the continent!

"The Qunxian Sect forms an alliance with the Sea Clan, and we shall divide the land equally!" Wanlihai repeated his proposition.

"Agreed!"

The Sea Emperor did not hesitate and immediately agreed. He had been waiting for this opportunity for over ten thousand years.

Over ten thousand years ago, he had approached Wanlihai with a proposal to counter-attack the continent and divide the land equally, but he had been flatly rejected and forced to return in disgrace.

Although rejected, he had not given up; he had continued to prepare for that plan!

Today, the plan from over ten thousand years ago could finally be set in motion!

The Sea Emperor thought with a sinister internal chuckle, KEKEKE... Once the plan succeeds, that will be the day you die! The disgrace from ten thousand years ago—I will finally avenge it!

Despite his outward pleasure, a chilling killing intent flashed deep in the Sea Emperor’s eyes, gone in an instant, unnoticed by anyone.

Wanlihai, too, wore an insincere smile.

He wasn’t foolish. Though he had allied with the Sea Clan, his wariness had never lessened for a moment.

"Your Majesty, an envoy from the Divine Court of Light has arrived!"

「In the Imperial Capital’s royal court」

Qin Wudao had just introduced Zhuge Liang, Gan Jiang, and Mo Ye to the ministers. Before he could attend to state affairs, an Imperial Guard soldier entered the main hall and reported respectfully.

"The Divine Court of Light? What are they doing here in our Qin Empire?"

"Come to think of it, it’s been hundreds of thousands of years since anyone from the Divine Court of Light visited the Nine Great Domains. I wonder what their purpose is this time!"

"Could it be about the Sand Scorpion Clan?"

Bewildered discussions arose among the ministers, many of them frowning.

The fact that guards are reporting their arrival means the Divine Court of Light has already reached the outskirts of the Imperial Capital. For an envoy team to arrive at another nation’s capital without prior communication is extremely discourteous.

"Admit them!" Qin Wudao commanded, his expression impassive, his majestic voice reverberating throughout the great hall.

「Outside the Imperial Capital」

A luxurious Spirit Boat, hundreds of meters long, hovered in the air. It was bustling with figures, with Minglong and Wang Shou standing at the very front, exuding a noble aura.

Surrounding the Spirit Boat stood soldiers of the Qin Dynasty, fully armed, their killing intent palpable.

"Prime Minister, it’s merely the insignificant Qin Empire. Why don’t we just barge in?" Minglong said discontentedly, folding his arms across his chest.

He was the Crown Prince of the Divine Court, a possessor of a special constitution, a prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years. He had always been held in high esteem and was welcomed as an honored guest by any power he visited, typically entering directly.

Yet, this paltry Qin Empire dared to halt his Spirit Boat.

"Your Highness the Prince, this Qin Empire is not to be underestimated. It has several Saint-level experts, and even a Supreme Saint expert!" Wang Shou said in a low voice.

"Tch! You’re just timid and afraid of trouble. Even if we forced our way in, would the Qin Empire dare to lay a hand on me, this Prince?" Minglong’s eyes were full of disdain; his arrogant attitude showed he didn’t take the Qin Empire seriously in the slightest.

"Your Highness, it is always better to be cautious when we are away from home!" Wang Shou urged patiently. However, seeing Minglong’s dismissive attitude, he sighed inwardly.

The Ninth Prince is excellent in every regard, except he’s a bit too young and reckless, utterly lacking in reverence. A person who doesn’t understand reverence is far too prone to making mistakes!

"By His Majesty’s command, announce the envoys from the Divine Court of Light for an audience!" a guard flew out and declared in a resonant voice.

"Summon *this Prince* for an audience? Does this Qin Wudao have a death wish, eating a bear’s heart and a leopard’s gall?!" Minglong’s eyes narrowed, a murderous glint flickering within them, along with boundless anger.

Among powers, there was an unwritten rule: when envoys from a higher-ranking power visited a lower-ranking one, the latter had to use honorifics or even welcome them outside the city. Presumptuous language was forbidden, otherwise, it was considered a provocation.

Qin Wudao was unaware of this!

He was even less aware that because of that single sentence, the young prodigy from the Divine Court of Light now harbored killing intent towards him.

Led by a guard, Minglong and Wang Shou entered the imperial palace and walked into the main hall.

The moment Minglong stepped into the great hall, his heart trembled. So many experts! His gaze swept over Zhuge Liang, Yuan Tiangang, Wang Yangming, and the others.

He felt an immense threat from these individuals! Especially from Zhuge Liang and Yuan Tiangang—it was the chilling threat of death!

Wang Shou’s expression remained unchanged, but inwardly, his heart was in turmoil. How is this possible? How can this insignificant Qin Empire actually possess so many experts?

Only by being there in person did he realize that the strength of the Qin Empire was even more terrifying than he had sensed from outside the city.