Simultaneous travel: Starting from returning to the main god space.

Chapter 359 Thunderous Universal Salvation Heavenly Venerable, Eastern Azure Flower Emperor, Doumu Yuanjun (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking follow-up subscriptions!)
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Just then, a jet-black iron whip appeared in front, blocking the attack of the fire-tipped spear. Sparks flew, and a metallic clang rang out.

【Nezha?! You're insane!!】

At the same time, upon recognizing the owner of the Fire-Tipped Spear, the red-clad man holding an iron whip and protecting the True Martial Emperor widened his eyes in disbelief and then launched into an angry interrogation.

However, remembering the warning from the True Martial Emperor, he cautiously used telepathy and did not speak directly.

The man's name was Zhao Gongming, who was the eldest outer disciple of the Jie Sect in the Investiture of the Gods and the sworn brother of the Three Immortal Maidens.

Of course, this is the world of Black Mythology after all, and it does not completely follow the settings of Investiture of the Gods. However, Zhao Gongming's position in the Heavenly Court is still the God of Wealth and he is also named the True Lord of the Mysterious Altar.

Like Marshal Ma, he is also a guardian deity of Taoism and possesses considerable strength; otherwise, he would not have been able to easily withstand Nezha's attack.

Meanwhile, facing Zhao Gongming's questioning, Nezha ignored him, forcefully pushing Zhao Gongming back several steps, then pointed the tip of his spear at Zhenwu the Great and coldly asked:
Where is Li Jing?

“…Great God of the Three Altars and Seas, do you know what you are doing?”

The True Martial Emperor's expression was solemn. After saying this, he looked at the other three figures in the sky opposite him.

His sharp gaze swept over the Bull Demon King and Wu Xian, who was dressed in the Great Sage's outfit, before finally settling on Yang Jian, who was in white robes and black armor. He sighed.
"True Lord, it's been a long time. I never expected to meet you in such a setting."

"I didn't expect the Jade Emperor to send you down as well. It seems he's really in a hurry this time."

Yang Jian chuckled, then looked up at the void above and said, "Everyone, now that we're here, there's no need to keep hiding any longer."

There was a moment of silence, followed by a soft hum.

"As expected, I couldn't hide it from your eyes."

As soon as the words were spoken, the formless and intangible void distorted, and several figures appeared one after another, looking down upon all living beings.

On the left is a tall, handsome man with a fair complexion, three eyes, and three strands of beautiful beard. He is surrounded by lightning and is none other than the highest god of the Thunder Department—the Heavenly Venerable of Universal Transformation of Thunder.

The figure in the middle, with an air of otherworldly grace, clad in a robe of rosy clouds, surrounded by nine-colored divine light, and riding a nine-headed lion, highlighting his supreme majesty, is none other than the legendary Six Emperors—the Great Emperor of the Eastern Azure Flower, the Great Venerable Taiyi Salvation from Suffering.

The last person wore a magnificent lotus crown and was surrounded by auspicious light. The Big Dipper and other stars such as the Left and Right Assistants could be faintly seen in the light, as if the moon was surrounded by stars, adding a sense of sacred solemnity and transcendence to her status as the most honored person.

The Mother of All Stars, Doumu Yuanjun.

These three are all top-tier figures in the Heavenly Court, with strength and status no less than that of the True Martial Emperor. Their descent to the mortal realm to assist was either at the behest of the Jade Emperor or with some kind of promise. Otherwise, even the True Martial Emperor wouldn't have the influence to invite them all.

At this moment, the three made a grand entrance, their Dharma forms appearing behind them and merging into the heavens and earth, crushing across the land with boundless power.

The majestic divine power unleashed an invincible will, sweeping across the entire area of ​​Little Western Heaven in an instant. Under normal circumstances, it would be enough to obliterate lesser demons with insufficient cultivation on a spiritual level. Even renowned demon kings would have to submit to this pressure.

However, to the surprise of the three and the True Martial Emperor, not only the five Great Saints of the demon race and their demon kings, but even the ordinary little demons seemed to be unaffected by their oppressive offensive. They remained as still as cold machines, with only the mark on their foreheads shining brightly, making the million heavenly soldiers facing them above tremble with fear.

"Ghost soldiers and puppets?"

Thunderous Universal Venerable opened his third eye on his forehead, glanced at the demons below with a look of surprise, and then looked at Yang Jian and sneered: "Such methods are quite interesting, but do you think you can fight against us, against the Heavenly Court, and against the Great Heavenly Venerable like this?"

"How will you know if you don't try?"

As he spoke, Yang Jian's magical power surged, then he looked at the Bull Demon King beside him and said solemnly:
"You and Nezha hold off the other two first. Once I've dealt with the three-eyed one, we'll join forces and finish this quickly."

"Hehe! Interesting. You, with three eyes, are calling others three-eyed. Don't you feel awkward?"

Wu Xian, who should have been the protagonist of this battle, couldn't help but laugh upon hearing this, but the three ignored him and used their divine powers of "Heaven and Earth Transformation" to rush into the sky, where they joined forces with Thunder God Puhua, the Eastern Azure Emperor, and Doumu Yuanjun to fight fiercely in the outer heavens.

Wu Xian shrugged, glanced at the True Martial Emperor above the clouds, a strange look flashing in his eyes. But then he grinned, brandished his golden cudgel, pointed it at the less than one million heavenly soldiers in the sky, and roared, "Kill!"

"kill!!"

The demons covering the mountains and plains below roared in unison.

In an instant, the soaring demonic energy swept across all directions, forming a complex, profound, and massive super array that shook the heavens and the void, its power seemingly overwhelming the Heavenly Army.

[All troops attack!] Almost simultaneously, the True Martial Emperor also issued an order with his divine sense, commanding the remaining heavenly soldiers and generals to preside over the 108 Heavenly Net Formations and collide with the formation below. He himself drew the True Martial Sword from his waist and confronted the chosen one who was wielding a club.

……

Heavenly Court, Lingxiao Palace.

In the void, a huge mirror without any frame floats in mid-air, like a holographic projection.

This is the Haotian Mirror, the treasure of the Jade Emperor's enlightenment. With a thought, it can illuminate all parts of the Three Realms, except for the residences and temples of some great supernatural beings, everything else is within its sight.

Just then, the images of Yang Jian and Nezha appeared on the mirror, causing an uproar in the hall.

"Erlang Shen?! I remember he's been missing for over two years, how could he be with that chosen one!"

"And the Great God of the Three Altars and the Sea Gathering, his appearance... could he have been bewitched by sorcery?"

"So many powerful demons! This chosen one is indeed harboring evil intentions, just like Sun Wukong back then. He deserves to be killed!!"

"No! He's far more arrogant than Sun Wukong. Back then, Sun Wukong only had the Bull Demon King and a mountain full of monkeys, but he's gathered a million demon soldiers!"

"It's alright, with the True Martial Emperor in charge, they can't cause any trouble!"

The immortals discussed among themselves, some with anger, some with trepidation, and some with expressions of fear.

For example, when Li Jing saw Nezha appear in the form of a demon child, his face turned pale. If Taibai Jinxing hadn't supported him, he probably would have collapsed to the ground.

Only the Jade Emperor remained silent, his eyes lowered, watching the two sides battling in the Haotian Mirror, lost in thought.

Just then.

"Your subject, the Star Lord of Martial Stars, is willing to lead troops to assist the True Martial Emperor in capturing the demon monkey and bringing glory to the Heavenly Court!"

Among the immortals, Wuqu Xingjun stepped forward to volunteer, glancing at Li Jing with a disdainful look.

"allow!"

The Jade Emperor said calmly

"Barefoot Immortal, Four Heavenly Masters, Eight Immortals of the Upper Cave, let us go and lend a hand!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

After receiving the order, Wuqu Xingjun smiled nonchalantly, then picked up a divine sword and walked out of the Lingxiao Palace with murderous intent, as if he couldn't wait to cut off the head of the demon monkey.

However, a few seconds later, a loud noise erupted from outside the Lingxiao Palace.

The immortals were slightly taken aback, and then they saw a familiar black shadow fly straight into the hall, and then, like a cannonball, crash down on the Jade Emperor's throne above.

With a bang, the black shadow exploded halfway through, and blood splattered all over the hall. Only a broken sword was stuck in the floor made of immortal jade, and judging from its appearance, it was the sword of the Martial Star Lord.

The immortals were stunned, as if they had not yet realized what had happened.

At that moment, the sound of footsteps slowly came from outside the hall.

Following the sound, a familiar figure clad in golden chainmail and wearing a phoenix-winged purple-gold crown appeared in the sight of the immortals and the Jade Emperor.

"Sun Wukong?!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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