Becoming a God by Searching Mountains and Subduing Demons

Above the court, the Mirror of Conscience hangs high in the hall. The mirror surface is as smooth as a pool of water, emitting a mysterious and cold light, as if it is quietly examining all this.

Civil and military officials were dressed neatly in court robes, their expressions varied but all looked solemn. They stood in order of rank, in total silence.

The chief officers from the Demon Suppression Department, the Agriculture Department, the Water Department...all arrived early. They were all authoritative figures in their respective fields and usually controlled the key affairs of the Great Zhou. But at this moment, they all restrained their sharpness and appeared to be exceptionally cautious in this majestic atmosphere.

The head of the Demon Suppression Division is dressed in black, his eyes are as sharp as an eagle, and he exudes a murderous aura. He is responsible for resisting demons and evil spirits and protecting the people of the Great Zhou from being harmed by evil spirits. He is an important guarantee for the peace of the Great Zhou.

The Minister of Agriculture looks middle-aged, with a plump figure, a kind face, and his eyes reveal his concern for people's livelihood. He is in charge of agricultural affairs all over the world and knows the importance of grain to national stability. Every decision he makes is related to the food and clothing of thousands of people.

The Grand Marshal of Water Resources, dressed in a blue official uniform, had a calm expression and was experienced in water management. Under his governance, there were few floods in the rivers, lakes and seas of the Great Zhou, ensuring smooth water conservancy irrigation and water transportation.

However, the Governor-General of Astronomy was the only one missing from today's court meeting.

Everyone knew that the situation was special, but the task of guiding him was completed by the Sky Patrol General Zhao Jinghuan, who was also here today, so he could be considered to represent the power behind him.

It can be said that, except for the Governor-General of the Sky Patrol, all the top figures of various forces in the court of the Great Zhou Dynasty gathered here.

Some of them were talking in low voices, with a hint of uneasiness in their eyes; others were standing upright, waiting for what would happen next.

The entire court was filled with a tense and subtle atmosphere, like the calm before the storm, which made people feel uneasy, wondering what kind of secrets and disputes would be revealed under this mirror.

"What happened today must be kept secret and not disclosed to anyone."

Zhao Yongnian sat upright on the dragon throne, his majestic face appearing even more profound in the interweaving of light and shadow.

His voice was deep and powerful, like a huge bell, echoing in the hall.

This is by no means an ordinary threat, but an unquestionable and true order.

In the court of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the emperor's order was the golden rule, and no one dared to disobey it. When the officials heard this, they were all terrified and lowered their heads, not daring to move at all.

At this moment, an official in black official uniform strode out from the queue of officials.

He has a tall and straight figure, a stern face, and his eyes reveal a firmness and calmness.

This person was an important official in the Ministry of Justice, who was responsible for administering the law and maintaining judicial justice in the Great Zhou Dynasty. He clasped his hands together, bowed respectfully to the emperor, and said in a loud and firm voice: "I accept your order."

Keep your mouth shut is a mysterious decree unique to the Ministry of Justice. Once this decree is implemented, it will form an invisible force that will seal the mouths of all those present, making it impossible for them to reveal anything about what happened today.

As soon as he finished speaking, the official slowly raised his right hand and lightly tapped the air with his fingers.

In an instant, an invisible force emanated from his fingertips, like a breeze, but with an irresistible pressure that quickly spread around.

In the blink of an eye, this power completely enveloped the entire hall, like an airtight cage, locking all the secrets tightly inside.

All the officials only felt an inexplicable force surrounding their throats, as if a pair of invisible hands gently covered their mouths.

They knew that from this moment on, everything that happened in the court today would become an eternal secret, buried deep in their hearts and not to be revealed to anyone.

Violators...will be punished by the law!
As long as you intend to tell what you have seen and heard today, you will be discovered by the Ministry of Justice immediately. Not only will you suffer backlash on the spot, but you will also be investigated endlessly in the future.

"The main reason why most Shinto monks rely on the power of the dynasty is this."

Seeing this, Jiang Yue couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

There are many independent practitioners of martial arts, but most of the Shinto forces are powerful. After all, the power of the law is not only related to one's own cultivation, but also to many other factors.

The laws used by the Ministry of Justice are naturally related to interrogation and silencing.

However, when the invisible force of "keeping silent" enveloped the entire hall like a tide and everyone was bound by this mysterious and powerful force, Jiang Yue seemed to be out of it.

This decree, which carried part of the destiny of the Great Zhou Dynasty and was extremely powerful, was like a breeze passing by and had no effect on him at all.

Jiang Yue stood quietly among the officials. On the surface, he looked no different from everyone else, with a calm expression and slightly lowered head, but his heart was calm.

He only felt that his mind was clear and his thinking was as sharp as usual, without being disturbed by the restraining force at all.

Under the suppression of this force, others might not even dare to express their inner thoughts easily, for fear of accidentally breaking the taboo. After all, this is in the court.

"Well... I didn't resist, but there's nothing I can do about this passive immunity."

Jiang Yue knew very well that once his unusual condition was exposed, it would inevitably cause an uproar.

Therefore, he tried his best to conceal his strangeness and pretended to be bound by the "silence" law like other officials.

There wasn't a trace of panic or nervousness in his eyes, nor was there anything strange in his behavior. He just stood there quietly, as if blending into everything around him, leaving no room for detection of any flaws.

"Very good, then next-"

Emperor Zhao Yongnian nodded slightly, his deep gaze slowly sweeping over the ministers in the hall with different expressions, and his majestic voice echoed in the hall again, with an unquestionable meaning.

“Write down what you saw and heard in the Immortal God Ruins.” His tone was calm, but it seemed as if a huge burden was pressed down on the air, causing everyone present to feel a chill in their hearts.

The Immortal Ruins is mysterious and unpredictable, hiding countless secrets and dangers. Every scene of the experience of entering it seems to be imprinted in everyone's mind. Now that the emperor requires these experiences to be recorded, there must be some extremely important considerations.

Following Zhao Yongnian's order, dozens of young eunuchs who were waiting on both sides of the hall came in one after another with neat and light steps. They all held books and pens in their hands, and their expressions were respectful and focused, just like well-trained soldiers.

In the blink of an eye, he came in front of everyone present and carefully placed the paper and pen in his hand.

The white pages of the book turned gently in the breeze, making a slight rustling sound, as if silently urging everyone. The ink exuded a faint fragrance, mixed with the solemn atmosphere in the hall, permeating the air.

Everyone looked at the paper and pen in front of them, their minds full of thoughts. Some people looked hesitant, as if they were thinking about how to accurately record those fantastic and thrilling experiences.

Some people had firm eyes, as if they had already sorted out their thoughts in their minds and were just waiting for this moment to come; others had frowned, with a hint of worry in their eyes, as if they were worried about the consequences of making these secrets public.

However, under the majesty of the emperor, everyone dared not slack off. They picked up their brushes, dipped them in ink, and slowly wrote on the pages. For a moment, the only sounds in the hall were the rustling sounds of the brushes rubbing against the paper and the gentle breathing of everyone.

Every word and every sentence seemed to carry their unforgettable memories in the Immortal Ruins, as well as their endless worries and expectations for the future.

Jiang Yue stood among the officials, with an upright posture and a calm face. He stretched out his hand, held the brush steadily, dipped the tip of the brush into ink, and with a slight turn of his wrist, the ink spread on the tip of the brush, exuding a faint scent of ink.

At this moment, the atmosphere around is solemn and quiet, with only the rustling sound of the pen tip touching the paper, interweaving into a unique melody.

Jiang Yue took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes. The memories in his mind surged in like a tide. Those bits and pieces in the Immortal God Ruins gradually emerged clearly before his eyes.

His thoughts suddenly went back to the moment when he stepped into the Immortal God Ruins. The mysterious and unknown atmosphere hit him in the face. He described in detail the strange scene at the entrance of the Immortal God Ruins. The hazy fog that filled the surroundings was like a veil, gently floating in the breeze, like a dream.

As his memory deepened, Jiang Yue's writing became more fluent. He recorded all the exotic flowers, plants and strange rocks he encountered along the way.

The flowers bloomed with brilliant colors and gave off strange aromas, some of which were fresh and pleasant, making people feel refreshed; others had a strange smell that made people wary. The strange rocks had different shapes, some were like ferocious beasts with their fangs bared, and some were like immortals sitting cross-legged...

When recalling his experiences before Tianlu, Jiang Yue's writing style is even more delicate.

Especially those big monsters, I think they will leave a deep impression on many people, so I have to write about them.

At the same time, the purple-robed old man not far away closed his eyes slightly, his silver beard fluttered gently in the breeze, and his whole body exuded an extraordinary temperament.

His hands hung naturally, and his aura gradually became peaceful and steady, as if he had merged into one with the surrounding environment.

As time passed, the body of the purple-robed old man trembled slightly, as if producing a wonderful echo with the mirror of conscience hanging high in the hall.

The light of the Mirror of Conscience became increasingly intense. The originally calm mirror surface began to ripple, and the light it emitted spread out in all directions like water waves.

A thoughtful look also appeared on the face of the old man in purple robe, as if he saw some unknown secrets under the reflection of the mirror.

Of course, what Jiang Yue wrote were all true experiences.

"I don't know if that state of mind can see through me."

"But even if you can't lie, it shouldn't matter if the writing is slightly different in details, right...?"

After thinking about it, Jiang Yue wrote in detail about the previous battles with several big monsters on Tianlu.

When writing about the Heavenly Road, he only stated that he discovered the rules by accident and used them to move forward steadily.

After the Heavenly Road...

Jiang Yue thought about it and wrote down a few secrets.

For example, in the past, a snake demon also tried to break through the Heavenly Road, but failed in the Immortal God Ruins and died of old age.

Some of its scales are still in Jiang Yue's Qiankun bag, which can easily prove its authenticity.

For example, there are restrictions in front of each palace. Even a snake demon that touches the edge of the holy realm cannot break through by force.

These are all true words, not a single one is false.

but…

It is inevitable that something is concealed.

After a while, everyone in the hall put down their pens and stopped writing.

The space, which was just filled with the rustling sound of pen tips touching paper, suddenly became quiet, with only the slight sound of breathing echoing in the air.

Everyone gently put down the pages of books filled with secrets in their hands. Those pages seemed to be given life, slowly rising from the table and suspended in mid-air. The ink words on each page flashed with a strange light.

The eunuch standing nearby was dressed in gorgeous clothes, with a respectful and cautious expression on his face. He bowed slightly, took small and steady steps, and began to shuttle among the crowd.

He carefully collected the pages floating in the air one by one with his hands, his movements were gentle and quick, for fear of disturbing the papers carrying secrets. Every time he picked up a page, he would carefully arrange it to ensure that the page was flat and wrinkle-free.

After collecting all the pages, he stacked the papers neatly together, held them in both hands, then bent down slightly, walked slowly to the front of the superior with an extremely respectful attitude, bowed and handed the stack of pages to him.

Zhao Yongnian raised his hand slightly and took the page. His movements were neither hurried nor slow, but his expression was somewhat solemn. He did not say a word, but narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes instantly focused on the page in his hand, and began to read it carefully.

His eyes were as sharp as a hawk, scanning the contents of the paper word by word.

This piece of paper is like a spiritual object. When you read it, the content written on it is like a picture, imprinted in your mind.

His expression kept changing as he read more. Sometimes his brows were tightly knitted together, forming a deep "川" character, as if he had seen a secret that made him worried, and his heart was filled with heavy worry and uneasiness.

Sometimes he would smile happily, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised and excitement flashing in his eyes. He must have discovered some news that was extremely beneficial to him or made him happy.

The atmosphere in the hall became increasingly depressing as the emperor's expression changed. No one dared to make a sound. They stood quietly in their places, secretly glancing at the emperor from time to time, trying to guess some clues from his expression.

Time passed quietly in silence, and soon, Zhao Yongnian's slender fingers had turned to the last page of paper.

He gently closed the paper and leaned slightly against the backrest of the dragon chair, his eyes revealing an elusive meaning.

His eyes slowly swept over the people in the hall, as if he was thinking about something, and the entire hall fell into a suffocating silence.

In this depressing atmosphere, Zhao Yongnian sat upright on the dragon throne, exuding a powerful aura that made him intimidating without even being angry.

He raised his eyes slightly, his eyes like torches, sweeping over everyone one by one, then he opened his thin lips slightly, and said in a low voice with unquestionable majesty:
"Send the message to the Yunzhou Inspector, Jiang Yue!"

(End of this chapter)