Chapter 317 - 256: Drawing the Sword

"I should have guessed, your target is it," Yin Qi muttered to himself.

Indeed, the only thing in the Heavenly Court that they would make such an effort to pursue was this divine weapon that had only recently come into being.

After all, during the siege against the Demon Emperor, the combination of the Treasure Ship and cannons had shone brilliantly, showcasing its might to all living beings in the Three Realms.

If it were not for that inexplicable incident in the middle, the Treasure Ship should have been unmatched in the Three Realms by now.

The Heavenly Generals, hearing this, also sighed quietly. Such a powerful divine weapon was naturally their first choice; however, the ways to obtain the Treasure Ship were very limited. So far, due to production limits, only the Celestial River Navy had been equipped with a considerable number of Treasure Ships.

The rest were still half-finished products quietly lying in the yard of the Heavenly Forge Bureau.

That place was under the domain of the Heavenly Court, inhabited by a group of people who clung to old ways, spending their days only building and repairing, hardly influenced by the outside world.

Driven to desperation, they could only fix their hopes on Yin Qi, especially after obtaining intelligence on his covert activities, they keenly sensed an opportunity had arisen. If they could turn Marshal Tianpeng, then the operation might very well succeed.

Yes, even so, it was just a high possibility at best. The figure seated in the Lingxiao Treasured Palace was always enshrouded in a haze of mist, making it impossible to discern his true face.

Although many on their side were filled with confidence, the Heavenly General knew very well that it was merely a grand gamble. If they won, then the next era would be led by them; if they lost, it would be an irrevocable catastrophe.

The reason they displayed such confidence was merely to put the fool Yin Qi at ease.

The effect was quite evident. The scheming Marshal Tianpeng indeed took the bait, giving their side an unexpected trump card.

Meanwhile, the battle outside gradually intensified to a fever pitch. Many immortals were forced to pick sides and throw themselves into the fray.

The situation became extremely tense. It must be said that many years of peaceful life had drastically reduced many immortals’ combat experience. While they enjoyed the best treatment in the Heavenly Court, when a real crisis hit, those who constantly fought on the front lines displayed far stronger combat prowess.

They might lack a bit in mana, but their superior combat experience compensated for this deficiency. Realizing that they couldn’t quickly defeat these rebels, these immortals began to waver.

After all, the rebels’ banner only called for the replacement of the Supreme of the Three Realms. If they surrendered, it was very likely they could retain their current statuses.

With this mindset, their combat effectiveness weakened, and for a time, the rebels gained the upper hand.

Jade Emperor, his face ashen, watched everyone’s performance. These people had been coddled for too long, so long that they had begun to forget how to fight, and they had forgotten that their current positions were all due to following the Jade Emperor.

"It seems it’s time to properly deal with these parasites!" the Jade Emperor calculated inwardly.

Lord Gouchen, observing the scene below, showed a hint of a smile and said, "It seems these people have already decayed; they can no longer serve as your aides."

It was known that these people were once daring and courageous, but the comfortable life had corroded their spirits so rapidly.

"So let’s see, after all these years whether you have also decayed!" a hint of flame flickered in Gouchen’s eyes, indicating endless fighting spirit.

A smile appeared on the Jade Emperor’s face. Gouchen wanted an opponent, and indeed, so did he. He gently touched the Treasured Sword in his hand, a surge of bold spirit bursting forth from deep within.

How many years had it been? He had not seriously drawn his sword for so long, his beloved sword had been complaining for too long.

The rebel activity in the Heavenly Court had a wide-reaching impact. Suddenly, on the ground, a dark figure abruptly appeared before the still-talking Judge and City God.

"Kunlun Sword Immortal Zi Chu, it has been many years!" a ghostly voice came through, carrying an inexplicable force.

The Judge was startled by this sudden voice, only then noticing that an individual enshrouded in shadow had appeared beside him, his face unclear yet the aura exuding from him instilled fear.

"It’s you," the City God looked at the man in black, sighing ethereally, mixed with a hint of melancholy.

"It’s me. You still owe the Emperor a debt of karma," the man in black said softly.

Zi Chu was silent. This karma was extremely concealed, known to very few in the Three Realms.

Everyone said that when the sword of Kunlun Sword Immortal Zi Chu was unsheathed, all other swords bowed down, but who knew where his Sword Dao originated from.

He gently touched the sword at his waist, and said with a bitter smile, "Since ancient times, the karma of transmission is the hardest to dispel!"

"Tell me, what should I do?"

"A Water Monarch has betrayed in the north, I hope you can handle him," the man in black said softly.

"The Water Monarch, that Qilin? Unexpectedly, he has also joined the rebellion," Zi Chu said leisurely.

You should know that this Water Monarch has endured for many long years, surviving major calamities time and again, and is now one of the ancient immortals, naturally possessing extraordinary strength, even perhaps not inferior to Lord Chi.

"I believe you can handle him, especially since you learned the Sword Dao from the Emperor himself!" said the man in black with great confidence.