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Chapter 1558 - 447: The Feast of the Moon Goddess! The Empress Pours Wine! The Great Heavenly Venerate of the Primordial Path!_2

Chapter 1558: Chapter 447: The Feast of the Moon Goddess! The Empress Pours Wine! The Great Heavenly Venerate of the Primordial Path!_2

Moreover, Golden Laurel Wine could be taken multiple times; it was essentially a low-grade version of the Peach Banquet!

To any great forces, it was like a machine creating the strong.

It was also because she was accompanied by the Divine Tree at birth that the Empress was considered an incarnation of the Immortal Gods. Upon entering the palace, she was dearly loved, and later the Moon God Banquet was held, which cultivated a large number of Forbidden Army soldiers and expert guards, laying the foundation for the subsequent seizure of power!

There was only one bottle of the century-old Golden Laurel Wine, personally brewed and buried by the Empress in her youth, regarded as a treasure, never taken out before.

Even they felt that the Empress would at most bring out twenty-year-old Laurel Wine, surely no more than thirty years, to appease the Four Great Law Veins, allowing them to save face.

"I guess it’s because of that new supreme being," Myla Saya spoke, quite curious.

It was said that the person appeared youthful, and it was unknown whether he had gained enlightenment in his youth or had transformed his appearance.

Generally, the powerful ones preferred the majesty of mature looks.

"Tch, nowadays, with the Plum Blossom Guards and the Wu Family’s direct lineage throughout the Imperial Palace, human fate is at its peak, how could any ordinary supreme being dare to come?" Princess Taiping covered her mouth and chuckled.

"What if he really came?" Myla Saya asked with a smile.

"If he really came, then let His Majesty suppress him and bring him back home to be my male pet..."

Before Princess Taiping could finish her words, a maid suddenly bumped into her, spilling tea on her valuable long dress.

"Can’t you see... wait, who are you!"

Princess Taiping was furious, about to scold the clumsy palace maid, but quickly realized something was amiss.

She was arrogant, not stupid. As a cultivator at the peak of the Ultimate Law Realm, with magical energy circulating around her, it was impossible for a mortal to bump into her.

That meant...

Princess Taiping looked up and saw the palace maid’s eyes emanating a deep red glow. Tilting her head, she said with a smile:

"Weren’t you looking for me?"

"Die!" Princess Taiping roared, her summoning spell swirling.

Boom!

However, the palace maid extended her hand, snapped her fingers, and shattered the spell, making Princess Taiping spit blood and faint.

"Enemy attack!" Myla Saya swiftly reacted, calling for the Plum Blossom Guards and the Forbidden Army, but no one responded.

At this moment, she looked around, feeling like she was plunged into an ice cellar.

All the palace maids and guards stood frozen, slowly turning their heads with their mouths twisted into terrifying smiles, repeating one phrase:

"You are surrounded!"

Such a bizarre sight sent chills down her spine!

She decisively summoned the moon in the sky, the companion of the Empress— the Golden Laurel Tree!

Buzz!

Radiant moonlight fell, but in the sky, it was annihilated by a deep red airstream. The immense Red King Eroding Tree descended, its root tendrils spreading out, forcibly rooting itself onto the Moon, swiftly dyeing it.

It created the eerie sight of half a silver moon and half a blood moon!

"What’s happening?"

"Help!"

"A blood moon in the sky, a catastrophe is sure to follow!"

"..."

The entire city of Zion erupted into chaos, noises spreading.

"I throw a grand feast, and this is how my guests respond?"

With the cold voice of a woman ringing out, a vast silver gallop surged from deep within the Imperial Palace, like the Milky Way tilting towards the earth, cleansing the Red King Eroding Tree, forcing it back.

The Golden Laurel Tree took this opportunity to recover, its leaves rustling, shedding a rainfall of moonlight, purifying the Great Earth.

Lunar Method—Moon of World Cleansing!

All the palace maids, guards engulfed by the Red King Demon Breed regained their clarity temporarily, but in the next second, they were swallowed again by the deep red airstream.

Dispelling it seemed nearly impossible!

The only resolution was to kill them all.

This discovery made the person inside the palace let out a gasp of surprise, just as she was ready to try again, the root tendrils of the Red King Eroding Tree intertwined, forming a staircase.

A handsome young man clad in a black robe, rode down on Red Rabbit.

On his left and right shoulders stood Mousie and Little Spider respectively, Eggy shrank his size, transformed into a little fat dragon flying beside him, followed by a Paper Knight holding the Redemption Bible, studying talismans, preparing to add a new research direction to the paper civilization.

The vast oppressiveness made the dragon-incarnate of the dynasty’s luck roar incessantly, annoying Eggy who responded with a roar, repelling it.

The Mythical Dragon, a legend everywhere!

Myla Saya stared blankly at the young man, four words appeared in her mind.

Pressuring an entire nation!

Gary Smith gave a salute, spoke with refined ease, "Son of Heavenly Principle from the Dharma Vein—Pleased to meet Your Majesty."

After playing multiple roles, the last bit of worldly rejection vanished!

At this moment, on the Dragon Throne deep inside the palace, an indeterminately beautiful woman appeared, dressed in imperial robes, with a moon-shaped pattern between her brows, eyes commanding without anger.

She stated lightly, "You don’t seem like you’re here to see me, more like you’re here to challenge!"

Having always lacked a sense of security, especially after hearing how dangerous it was here, I had no choice but to resort to this, opting for moral coercion."

Are your morals and coercion separate?

Listening, Myla Saya was dumbfounded. Although she recognized each word, put together, they felt...

Incomprehensible?

The Empress remained silent, simply gazing at the century-old Golden Laurel Wine in front of her.

"But I believe, being amicable is most important." Gary Smith said with a smile, his eyes glancing at Mousie, who immediately understood, waving his paw.

Crack, crack, crack!

One by one, the Red King Demon Breed crawled out from all the infested bodies, transforming into little hamsters carrying packs, waving farewell, turning into a deep red airstream returning to the tree, breaking the control.