Chapter 106: The Fallen Sceptres and the Grand Request
The massive teakwood hull of the Sun-Crested Sky-Clipper didn’t just glide into the capital sector; it parted the ancient clouds like an unmoving mountain of iron. Below the wide wooden prow, the glittering white marble plazas and floating obsidian towers of the Empyrean High Courts unrolled like an endless tapestry of ancient power.
But the path to the central palace gates was far from peaceful.
A desperate, final assembly of seventy surviving Ancient Faction Lords (Level 66–67 High Divine Soul Realm) had formed a jagged defensive wall right across the main cloud rifts. They had witnessed the absolute annihilation of the three hundred border elders, and their faces were twisted into a mask of pure, humiliated terror. They realized that their traditional boundaries meant absolutely nothing to the deadpan human shadow standing at the edge of the flying ship.
"Do not let the lower-plane anomaly anchor his vessel!" the lead High Lord screamed, his voice shaking with a deep, frantic panic as he forced his entire cultivation pool into a massive, miles-wide column of red-hot conceptual lightning.
The remaining lords opened fire at the exact same millisecond, compiling a terrifying, space-tearing sneak attack designed to completely shatter the ship’s wooden decks and rot the family’s internal meridians before anyone could rest.
Min-jae didn’t even shift his stance. He stood perfectly stationary with his forearms leaning calmly against the polished wooden deck railing, his hands exposed to the cold mountain wind. He didn’t use a grand technique or draw his golden sword. He simply focused his thoughts, calling out to his cultivation interface to activate his un-blockable passive loop.
The moment the world-ending conceptual storm made direct physical contact with the ship’s outer absolute gravity barrier, his Vajra Retribution passive fired off its 250% True Damage solar amplification loop at supersonic velocity.
[Warning! Received 22,000,000 points of High-Tier Divine Soul and Space-Erasure Damage from Faction Lords.]
[Sovereign Talent Active: ’The Ancient Vajra World-Breaker Core’ triggered! Total Damage Negated.]
[Sovereign Passive Active: ’Vajra Retribution’ triggers 250% True Damage solar amplification!]
[Reflecting 55,000,000 points of True Damage permanently imbued with ’Solar Fracture’!]
A catastrophic, blinding white-hot counter-blast violently erupted from the ship’s perimeter like a miniature, roaring sun. The 55,000,000 points of True Damage traveled instantly in reverse along the seventy tracking lines, treating their pristine ruby chest armor plates and ancient immortal shields like common glass.
The seventy Faction Lords didn’t even have time to utter a single gasp. In less than a fraction of a millisecond, the massive 55-million damage backlash forcefully vaporized their nine-foot frames into a clean cloud of white experience particles, leaving a giant mountain of premium system gold and seventy glowing High Court Sovereign Cores drifting in mid-air.
The desperate cloud rift ambush had been completely, flawlessly dismantled into dead data pixels without scratching a single window of their luxury suites.
Han Chae-won ran out to the edge of the wooden deck, her face flushed with fanatical glee as her small hands vacuumed up the massive gold hoard straight into her infinite void inventory.
"The front gates are completely clear, boss!" Chae-won barked happily, her cheeks puffed up with high-energy financial excitement. "The entire central capital sector is wide open!"
The Sun-Crested Sky-Clipper slowly locked its anchors directly over the pristine white marble plaza of the High Courts. The moment the massive wooden doors glided open, Min-jae stepped out onto the stone blocks, his hands casually slid deep inside his trouser pockets. Behind his flank, his ten flawless queens lined up in a precise, protective vanguard formation, their long lavender, sapphire, and green silk traditional gowns trailing gracefully across the polished jade floorboards.
Waiting at the base of the central palace stairs was an incredible, breathless sight.
The remaining Empyrean Supreme Justices (Level 68–70 Peak Divine Soul Realm)—the highest rulers of the universe—were not holding their weapons. Instead, they were all kneeling flat on their faces against the stone, their bodies trembling violently in total, breathless panic. At the front of the line was the Head Justice, his face completely pale as he held up a massive, glowing golden chest filled with rare, ancient herbs and legendary secret manuals.
"We... we submit to your ledger, Sovereign Min-jae!" the old Head Justice gasped out, his voice trembling as he bowed his head all the way to the dirt. "We realize the ancient laws cannot bind your family. Please, do not unleash your solar reflection loop on our capital! We beg for a formal ceasefire talk! We are willing to surrender 100% of our primordial resource veins, our ancient cultivation caves, and our highest treasure vaults to appease your wrath!"
The surrounding air fell into a deep, suffocating silence as the entire central empire officially surrendered its throne to a single human shadow.
Min-jae stood completely still, his eyes tracking the kneeling elders, a cold, dark, and highly calculated grin slowly spreading across his handsome face as his level needle clicked firmly forward from the massive shared Exp dump.
"The resource transaction is acceptable," Min-jae said smoothly, his low baritone carrying a quiet, absolute authority that instantly put a stop to the sector’s tension. "Ye-rin, take the chest. We are assuming administrative ownership of this entire plane."
Before he could walk toward the palace throne room, the sudden shift from the high-stakes battle to total victory triggered an immediate, explosive wave of playful territorial jealousy right inside his vanguard line.
"The capital is officially ours, husband!" Yoo Ji-a purred loudly, her face flushing an intense, flustered pink as she aggressively threw her athletic, silk-draped body straight against his right arm. Her long midnight-black ponytail swayed violently as she wrapped her slender arms tightly around his neck, her heart racing against his side. "You promised us a massive celebration feast once the High Courts submitted! You’re staying with the vanguard line tonight to celebrate!"
"The shadow spear should lower her frantic greed," Medusa countered smoothly, her large, piercing icy-blue eyes narrowing into a sharp field of pure envy as she immediately squeezed her exceptionally voluptuous hourglass figure and heavy chest straight onto his left side, her lavender silk robes tangling with his shirt. Her cheeks were flushed a deep, sultry pink as she leaned her warm breath against his skin. "Our husband’s elements require my royal demon proximity to balance the high spiritual density of this new palace. Move your arm, Ji-a."
Liu Xiao and Gu Bylai walked over with heavy, graceful steps, their long silk trains sweeping the white marble blocks as they watched Min-jae’s flustered embarrassment with beautiful, genuinely satisfied smirks. Min-jae sat down heavily on the central throne chair, completely pinned under the tight, warm, and frantic embrace of his ten beautiful wives. A massive crimson flush rapidly covered his entire face, his hands awkwardly shifting inside his pockets as his ears burned a bright, flustered pink under their suffocating devotion. The higher plane was officially conquered, the ancient masters were kneeling in the dust, and their immortal family’s eternal reign over the stars had finally begun in perfect, unbreakable harmony.