Battle for the Royal Court: Taking the Initiative

A few days later.

Gu Changyuan brought Tushan Hanyan back to the Heavenly Court.

After sending Tushan Hanyan off, Gu Changyuan waved his right hand and summoned every Immortal Emperor of the Heavenly Court to the central hall.

Figures appeared from different directions, each radiating the unique aura of an Immortal Emperor.

That aura alone, when manifested by a single individual, was enough to make heaven and earth turn their heads—and when more than thirty such auras converged within the same great hall, the pressure nearly turned the air itself stagnant.

Because of their ties to the Heavenly Court, these Immortal Emperors were already acquainted with one another.

All of them kept their auras tightly restrained; none deliberately released their pressure to assert dominance, nor did any suppress themselves to appear humble.

Gu Changyuan watched as everyone gathered. He raised his right hand and gave a light wave toward the center of the hall.

A massive round table materialized in the palace.

One by one, they took their seats, no one jostling for position.

Gu Changyuan braced his hands on the tabletop, leaning slightly forward. His gaze swept across every face in the room, and then he spoke.

"You are all no doubt aware of the news regarding the Imperial Court.

Beyond the Immortal Emperor realm lie the Dao Venerable and Divine Emperor stages.

That, presumably, is the realm each of you seeks to pursue and attain.

And this so-called 'Emperor'—he should already have reached the Dao Venerable stage.

To acquire more information, we may well have to obtain it from the Emperor himself.

Moreover, I have sensed that the enemy has already detected Zhenyue's fall and is now rapidly investigating.

So we have little time left—once they lock onto our location, the Imperial Court will strike first.

If that happens, we will be forced onto the defensive."

His tone remained calm, but the expression on every Immortal Emperor present turned grim.

"So," Gu Changyuan straightened up, his gaze pausing for a moment over the assembled crowd, "rather than sit and wait for death, it is better to strike first and go straight for their heart.

On the Middle Province Immortal Domain, I have already laid a concealed teleportation formation through my avatar—one that can deliver us directly to the core of the Imperial Court.

Catch them completely off guard."

The Immortal Emperors around the round table exchanged glances.

Zhuge Xuanji did not speak immediately. After a moment, he gave a slight nod.

"We have all reviewed the intelligence. The data on the core region's defensive nodes is complete.

The odds of winning with a preemptive strike are higher than with passive defense."

The leading Immortal Emperor of the Xuanyuan clan slammed a palm onto the table—not hard, but the sound rang out sharply.

"Nothing more to say. We fight! I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

The Immortal Emperors of the Purple Dawn Immortal Dynasty and the Cloudwild Immortal Dynasty also voiced their positions one after another. Though their words were more measured than those before them, their stance was equally unambiguous.

Since they had already boarded the Heavenly Court's ship, there would be no hesitation now.

The vast majority of Immortal Emperors leaned toward taking the initiative, while a few more cautious ones, after repeatedly simulating every possible outcome, had to admit the same conclusion.

Passive waiting would only sharpen the Imperial Court's vigilance and thicken their defenses—and once the Emperor fully locked onto the Heavenly Court's position before making a move,

what awaited them would be the full crushing weight of the Imperial Court's might.

But a preemptive strike, at the very least, could disrupt their rhythm and seize the first-mover advantage.

Gu Changyuan listened to their deliberations without rushing to interject.

His gaze swept across each face, taking in the light that kindled in their eyes as the news spread, the resolve born of hatred, and the unwavering certainty that came after careful deliberation.

Then he spoke. His voice was not loud, just enough for every person around the round table to hear clearly, without effort, without emphasis—yet it silenced all discussion.

“For this operation, only the Immortal Emperor will go. After all, this is a covert strike, and the teleportation array can only carry a limited number of people at a time.”

The air in the hall seemed to congeal for a brief moment.

Gu Changyuan noticed the faint confusion, and continued:

“The Emperor’s stronghold is guarded by other forces at least. Any cultivator below the Immortal Emperor level would only become a burden. We need to tear through their core defenses with the fastest speed and the strongest combat power, establishing suppression before the Tians hengs can react.”

His gaze swept across the faces around him once more, his tone calm as ever:

“All of you are to contend with the other Tians hengs, split them apart, and suppress them one by one. As for me—”

He paused slightly.

“I will force the Emperor out and engage him directly.”

The hall fell silent for a moment.

A rare flicker passed through Xing Huang’s golden eyes. She looked at Gu Changyuan and spoke softly:

“Changyuan, that is a Daozun.”

She did not question, did not dissuade—she was merely stating a fact that everyone knew all too well.

Around the round table, many gazes simultaneously turned to Gu Changyuan.

Those eyes carried concern, curiosity, and anticipation—they were waiting for an answer.

An answer sufficient to put their hearts at ease, to entrust their backs to him.

Gu Changyuan leaned back in his chair, his gaze calmly meeting those stares.

“Leave it to me.”

His voice was quiet, but resolute.

In his past life, he had undoubtedly already reached the Daozun realm.

Now, with the feedback from over thirty Immortal Emperors and countless Immortal Kings and below,

Gu Changyuan himself did not know exactly what level he had reached. Only by facing a true Daozun would he find out.

And he still had trump cards in reserve, so he did not believe he would lose.

A flash of understanding passed through Xing Huang’s golden eyes. She nodded slightly and asked nothing further.

What they were facing was not just the Imperial Court, but also the Devouring Beast King from beyond that world.

Since it could easily deal with Immortal Emperor Cangwu, the Devouring Beast King was at least at the Daozun level.

To contend with it, the Emperor was currently the fastest way to understand the Daozun realm.

Seeing no objections, Gu Changyuan spoke again:

“In that case, everyone rests here for now. Four hours from now, we strike directly at the Imperial Court."

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