Chapter 1627

Sun Wukong: "The reason I have to do everything personally is actually because, although I took down the Heavenly Court and Lingshan, the other deities weren't so convinced. So they don't do any work and can only be locked up. Now, I have no choice but to select deities from among the mortal world."

Xiaomai: "Not convinced?"

Li Shimin: "Hard to understand? He's a monkey, after all. Sitting in the position of Lord of the Three Realms — what would the other deities think?"

Xiaomai: "Isn't the Great Sage also a monkey?"

Zhu Yuanzhang: "The Great Sage is different. The Great Sage's origins were extraordinary, and his Master was formidable. No matter which position he sat in, no one said anything. But Wukong is different — in that world, he was just a monkey demon, that's all."

Su Xiao: "Got it, identity discrimination. By the way, Kongkong, are you short on people? I can offer you some support on my end. Although others discriminate against monkeys, I don't discriminate."

Sun Wukong: "Kongkong? You've also picked up Tang Seng's bad habits? 【Too tired to complain】"

Qi Tian Da Sheng: "Kongkong isn't a bad way to address him either, monkey."

Sun Wukong: "Then how about I call you Kongkong?"

Qi Tian Da Sheng: "Are you saying my Hunyuan Dragon-Slaying Halberd isn't sharp? 【Want to test how sharp my treasured sword is?】"

Su Xiao: "My sword isn't blunt either! Kongkong, hit him! 【Evil grin】"

Sun Wukong: "Can't beat him, can't beat him. 【Surrendering】"

Sun Wukong: "Support from Miss Su would be great. In my own world, I've been operating for many years now. Whether it's the great mortal-world sects or the Li Tang dynasty, I have my people everywhere. It's enough to fill the divine positions needed to sort out the Three Realms."

Su Xiao: "That's good then."

Changancheng.

Not long after Di Renjie returned to his residence, two portals opened in the void.

Under the horrified gazes of the common folk of Changancheng, silver-armored Heavenly Soldiers flew out one after another from the portals of crossing, gathering in the sky above.

Two hundred thousand troops instantly blotted out the sky over Changancheng.

The sky suddenly darkened.

Di Renjie gazed up at the sky, speechless.

The two Your Majesties of Li Tang really did send two hundred thousand men!

The Imperial Palace.

Wu Zetian's hair was a head of silver, her frame gaunt, yet her gaze remained sharp.

Just standing there, she radiated an aura of majesty that made the palace maids and guards dare not meet her eyes.

She looked toward the sky, and her expression turned ugly.

The style of those silver armors was unmistakably the standard of the Great Tang dynasty.

Didn't this mean the people in the sky were people of the Great Tang?

Could it be that Li Tang had forces in the heavens?

That can't be right.

The talk of deities — wasn't it just something to fool people?

As an emperor, one stands at the very top.

One also knows the most about the talk of deities and matters of ghosts and gods.

Those things were nothing more than tricks to fool people.

How have they become real now?!