Chapter 141: The Imperial Edict (Please Subscribe!)

“May I ask all of you great masters of divine powers to refrain from taking action.”

The two young children sat atop a celestial crane, their voices carrying from afar, making every Great Luo present hear clearly.

The ancestral shamans of the Witch Clan and the Great Luos of the Demon Clan, seeing this, also ceased their actions and retreated, their expressions tinged with a hint of dissatisfaction.

It was not that they were unwilling to continue the fight, but they knew well that today’s battle would likely not take place.

These two children were no ordinary beings; even the Great Luos recognized them.

They were the pair of boy and girl servants by the side of the Sage Hongjun, named Haotian and Yaochi.

None had ever truly seen these two little ones from the Purple Cloud Palace come out before. Now that they had appeared, holding a piece of silk cloth in their hands, anyone with discerning eyes could tell there was something extraordinary about it.

“Senior sister, would you like to speak, or should I?”

Haotian, holding the silk cloth, hesitated as he transmitted his voice, a bit stammering.

Guarded by so many great masters of divine power, he was admittedly somewhat timid.

Though he had experienced grand events before, his sincere nature left him uncertain how to proceed at this moment.

“We had already agreed on this. You hold the silk cloth and deliver the Lord’s decree this time. Afterward, I will report back to the Lord.”

Yaochi silently transmitted her tone, serious.

“The Lord has allowed us to come out and breathe some fresh air. If you mess this up, who knows when we’ll be allowed out again.”

Haotian glanced around nervously, seeing that all the eyes before him belonged to prominent great masters. After mumbling for a long while, he said nothing.

Finally, biting his teeth, he spoke with determination:

“Very well, senior sister, perhaps you should speak this time.”

Yaochi, hearing this, understood the temperament of her playful companion. She gently stroked the neck of the celestial crane beneath her.

“Crane, lower your posture.”

After transmitting these words, the crane gradually lowered its figure but did not land—it hovered in midair.

“Esteemed great masters of divine power, we are the little servants beside Lord Hongjun. Today, we have come to greet you.”

Yaochi cleared her throat, looking left and right, carefully recognizing the Great Luo Golden Immortals present. She cleared her throat again slightly.

“Lord Hongjun has said that matters of preaching the Dao cannot be delayed. Whether the two tribes fight or make peace cannot be decided in battle today. For now, the fight shall cease.”

At these words, Haotian, still holding the silk cloth, came back to himself and unfolded it.

The silk was small, about a foot square. At the moment it opened, an oppressive aura emanated from it, stifling all the great masters present.

On the silk, a single symbol resembling a diagonal line flowed with ethereal energy, but its meaning was unmistakably imprinted in the minds of all cultivators present.

“Stop.”

Just this one word was enough to extinguish all thoughts of battle or even watching the spectacle among the great masters.

The Eastern Emperor Taiyi raised the Pangu Bell, feeling that this innate treasure in his hand no longer wished to be stirred into action. He knew this was fate and must be obeyed.

“If it is the Sage’s decree, then we naturally must respect the law.

However, we were on the verge of unleashing true fire; to halt now means all our preparations are for naught…”

“The Demon Emperor’s words are well understood by the children.”

Yaochi interrupted Eastern Emperor Taiyi, tilting her head back. On her rosy, tender face was an inexplicable seriousness.

“But the Lord also said that if anyone disobeys, this item may be cast down, and naturally there would be ways to deal with them.”

Upon hearing this, Emperor Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi, along with the entire Demon Clan, fell silent.

After scanning the scene one last time, they bowed slightly toward the silk cloth and then vanished together.

The Demon Clan had clearly lost momentum; a flash of light appeared, followed by nearly a hundred Great Luo fleeing like starlight, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

As for the ancestral shamans of the Witch Clan, since the arrival of Yaochi and Haotian, there had been no change. Only when the demons had completely left did Emperor Jiang’s laughter ring out:

“We shall also comply with the Sage’s decree.”

“Thank you, ancestral shaman, for your understanding.”

Yaochi felt a slight relief and replied softly. She looked around and finally spotted the figure of Hongyun, her eyes showing a faint hint of joy.

She thought for a moment, saying little, and gently stroked the crane’s neck, departing as quietly as when they had come.

...

Another thunderclap, but only light rain follows...

Hongyun had been watching with great interest. Were it not for the inappropriate setting, he would have summoned fine wine to discuss matters with Zhenyuanzi.

After Eastern Emperor Taiyi used the Pangu Bell to stir the hidden chaos, not a single Great Luo left; all remained calmly observing the battle, their expressions and auras unchanged.

To secretly watch and be discovered—at this point, whoever left first would be embarrassed.

After all, those who dared to watch the battle here had cultivation at least in the mid-stage of Great Luo, giving them some confidence.

If the aftermath of a single strike scared them away, that would be truly remarkable gossip.

Hoping this matter would not spread was difficult.

Hongyun nodded in greeting to the familiar Great Luos like the Three Pure Ones. Then he recalled the figure of the departing celestial crane and felt a twinge of confusion.

Right, that little Yaochi, what did that last glance at me mean?

Of course, it must be that the old ancestor’s aura has become more handsome again.

...

“I have speculated dozens of possible outcomes for this battle, but I did not expect the Sage to issue a decree to stop it.”

The ancient ancestor Pan Wang, seeing all the Great Luo Golden Immortals disperse after the demons’ departure, raised a hand and summoned a cloud of chaos. Hoarsely, he looked toward Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi.

“Speak carefully!”

Zhenyuanzi halted his cloud beneath his feet and admonished softly:

“We may discuss what has happened here, but must not speculate excessively about what just occurred!”

“Exactly. Speculating on the Sage’s will is a great taboo; let us not offend because of it.”

Hongyun said this subtly, seeing Pan Wang’s solemn demeanor and understanding his current mindset.

He thought for a moment, noticing all the fleeing lights heading in the same direction, sensing that some unseen guidance was at work.

“Brother Zhenyuanzi, Daoist Pan Wang, have you both sensed that change as well?”

Zhenyuanzi did not reply to Hongyun but raised a finger and began calculating. After a moment, he frowned and looked in that direction.

“This feeling—I remember it from when the Sage first preached, but that was when the gates of the Purple Cloud Palace were wide open.

The last time we speculated, the gates would not open before the sermon began. Could it be opening early?”

So it was that feeling...

Hongyun silently thought: Such a reminder indeed brought it back to mind. Even before my dream, it was because the Sage’s teachings had spread throughout the vast wilderness, and through a faint sensation, I arrived at the Purple Cloud Palace.

“No matter what, let us go see for ourselves and find out.”