Chapter 1116 The Royal Palace Attendant, the Evil Clan Assembly
"You may be spared the death penalty, but you cannot escape punishment. You must atone for your crime by performing good deeds, and we will see how you behave in the future!"
As Mo Yu's indifferent voice fell, Feng Yuanzi, Dongfang Changqing, Qian Wanguan and the others who were kneeling and begging for mercy in the main hall also breathed a sigh of relief.
Since they were spared the death penalty, they were spared from being killed or even exterminated by Mo Yu on charges of 'colluding with evil races from beyond the realm'.
However, just as they breathed a sigh of relief, Mo Yu's next words made them tense up, and their faces showed great distress.
"Effective immediately, the seven factions—the Wind Spirit Clan, the Eastern Family, the Ancient Sword Sect, the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce, and the Star Pavilion—are stripped of all their independent autonomy! Their territories, populations, resources, books, and heritages are all incorporated into the direct jurisdiction of the Zhen Dong Prince's Mansion!"
"The original territories of each force need to be marked with the sign of the Prince of Zhen Dong’s Mansion, and the mansion will send a governor-general and a garrison commander to take over and govern them, and implement the mansion’s unified laws, taxes and defense standards."
The original sect and family systems will be retained, but they must be placed under the jurisdiction of the Prince's Mansion. Core cultivation techniques must be reported to the Prince's Mansion, and the appointment and removal of important positions must be approved by the Prince's Mansion.
"All Heavenly Sovereigns and above from all factions must register at the Royal Palace and be subject to its unified command to participate in the joint defense of the Eastern Region and future battles against the extraterrestrial evil races. Those who disobey this order will be considered traitors and will be executed without exception."
"The existing armed forces of all factions will be dispersed and reorganized, with some elites incorporated into the 'Eastern Garrison Army,' and the rest transferred to local garrisons or production and construction corps."
The specific reorganization plan will be formulated by the Prince's Army.
One ruthless and merciless measure after another was clearly uttered from Mo Yu's mouth, completely stripping these forces of their independence and autonomy that had existed for countless millennia.
They were transformed from regional lords into administrative and military units directly under the rule of the Prince of Zhendong.
Although Mo Yu took into account the actual situation in the fantasy world and retained some of their heritage and family structure, the core power has been completely handed over.
Feng Xingyun and the others felt as if their hearts were being torn apart, but with a knife to their throats, they dared not utter a single objection and could only kowtow repeatedly.
"Thank you, Lord Lei Di, for sparing our lives! We obey! We will do our utmost to atone for our crimes!"
They knew that if they resisted in the slightest or secretly sabotaged the effort, given the decisive and ruthless nature of this Demon-Slaying King of the East, he would surely eradicate them completely, and then there would be no room for regret.
Seeing Feng Yuanzi and the others submit, Mo Yu didn't seem too surprised.
In this vast world, strength reigns supreme. He upheld righteousness and authority, and with the might of thunder, he allowed no dissent from these people.
If it weren't for the formidable enemy of the extraterrestrial evil race, and the considerable value these people held, given their clandestine schemes, Mo Yu would never have let them go so easily.
After subduing the Eastern Region Autonomous Alliance, Mo Yu's gaze finally fell on the faintly aurad Dongfang Shuo, Bao Sheng Venerable, and Feng Wuyai.
"Dongfang Shuo, Feng Wuyai, and the Venerable Baosheng."
The three of them barely managed to lift their heads and look at Mo Yu, their eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions: fear, resentment, humiliation, and a hint of relief at surviving a close call.
"You three have achieved your cultivation with great difficulty. Although you were not disciplined properly and made a grave mistake, your Saint-level bodies are still useful in resisting the evil race," Mo Yu said slowly.
"You may be spared the death penalty, but you must make amends for your crimes with good deeds. I will give you three choices."
"Firstly, he sealed his cultivation and spent a thousand years in the depths of the King's Palace Thunder Prison to reflect on his mistakes, as a warning to others."
"Secondly, he will be put on the 'Thunder Heart Lock' and enter the Zhen Dong Prince's Mansion to serve as a 'servant'. He will be under the control of the Prince's Mansion and await orders. He will gradually offset his sins with military merits, and when he has enough merits, he may regain his freedom."
The "Thunder Heart Lock" is a sacred treasure with extremely strong control capabilities. It was specially crafted by Mo Yu after he advanced to the level of a sacred-grade weapon crafting grandmaster.
Once Lei Xin Lock is put on, life and death will be in Mo Yu's hands.
Dongfang Shuo and Feng Wuyai exchanged a glance, both seeing the bitterness in each other's eyes.
After a thousand years of reflection, not only has his cultivation stagnated, but his family has probably already been completely absorbed and swallowed up.
Although serving as an honorific is subject to others and deprives one of freedom, at least one can retain the combat power of a saint-level being, and can fight for a chance of survival and status for the family in future wars. One's own cultivation may also have the possibility of improvement.
As for Venerable Baosheng, although he was all alone and had no powerful backing, the days of imprisonment were clearly a great torment for someone who loved to wander the world.
Without much hesitation, the three of them simultaneously hissed, "We...we are willing to wear the 'Thunder Heart Lock,' enter the Prince's Palace as servants, and atone for our sins through meritorious service!"
"good!"
Mo Yu nodded, a slight smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.
Although Lei Yu now dominates the Eastern Region and even overpowers those ancient races, its weakness is still too obvious. The top experts are still too scarce. There is only one Saint-level expert, Mo Yu.
Mo Yu was also troubled by this, but he didn't have a good solution.
After all, a Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereign has already reached the pinnacle of the Great Thousand Worlds. With the resources of Thunder Prison, such a being cannot be easily cultivated. As for winning over other Saint-grade beings in the Great Thousand Worlds, the hope is even more remote.
In this vast world, which Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereign doesn't have a powerful, ancient force behind them? Even if these forces are not as strong as Thunder Prison, they would rather be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix. It's obviously impossible to get these Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereigns to abandon their families and join Thunder Prison.
The opportunity to subdue three Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereigns in one fell swoop is obviously a rare one, and for Mo Yu, it is an extremely pleasant thing.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Yu raised his hand and flicked out three points of lightning, which entered the foreheads of the three people.
Instantly, the three of them trembled, feeling an irresistible lightning imprint deep within their souls, forming a close connection with Mo Yu.
At the same time, their severely injured bodies were temporarily stabilized by a gentle yet powerful force of lightning, preventing their injuries from worsening.
"From this day forward, the three of you will be servants of the Zhen Dong Prince's Mansion. You will temporarily recuperate in the secret area of the mansion. Once you have recovered, you will be at his disposal," Mo Yu instructed, then looked down.
"Lei Dong, take them down, arrange for their treatment, and begin taking over the specific affairs of the seven forces."
Fei'er, Xiao Yu, you two are responsible for handling the reception and reorganization of relevant resources and personnel. You must be meticulous and thorough. Anyone who dares to outwardly comply but inwardly resist, or secretly obstruct, will be executed without mercy, regardless of their status!
“Yes, sir!” Lei Dong replied sternly.
Inside the main hall, with the complete surrender of the Eastern Region Autonomous Alliance, all the major forces fell silent, looking with awe at the majestic and handsome man on the throne.
They also realized that from then on, in the vast Eastern Region of the Great Thousand World, no force could stop the will of the Zhen Dong Prince's Mansion.
A crisis that nearly ignited a civil war in the Eastern Region was swiftly quelled and absorbed by Mo Yu with overwhelming strength and superb political skills.
The Eastern Region Autonomous Alliance vanished, and the seven most powerful troublemakers were uprooted and completely incorporated into the Royal Palace system, while also gaining three additional Holy-ranking officials as tribute.
After this battle, no one dared to question the rule of the Prince of Zhen Dong over the eastern territory, and his orders were truly implemented smoothly and as easily as his own.
Mo Yu gave a final look around the hall, his gaze sweeping over all the silent representatives of the various factions, his voice booming and authoritative.
"The evil race from beyond the realm has never given up its desire to destroy us. The Heavenly Demon Emperor has already revealed his fangs, and a great battle may not be far off."
Throughout our Eastern Region, we must set aside past grievances, unite as one, strengthen our military and prepare for war, secure our territory, and protect our people!
From this day forward, all those within my Eastern Region must obey the orders of the Prince of Zhen Dong's Mansion. Any disobedience is tantamount to treason and will be punished with death!
"I obey the King's command! I am willing to follow the Thunder Emperor to fight against evil and protect our Eastern Region!"
Gazing at that majestic figure, led by Feng Wuyai and the other two Saint-Rank Heavenly Sovereigns, all the representatives of the forces in the hall, whether sincere or not, bowed in unison, their voices shaking the heavens, expressing their complete submission.
Mo Yu nodded slightly, his figure slowly fading away before the throne, leaving behind a group of people with different thoughts in the hall, and an Eastern territory whose power structure had been completely reshaped and was about to usher in a new chapter.
The overwhelming power of the Zhen Dong Prince's Mansion was thus deeply imprinted on the soul of every living being in the Eastern Region.
The now unified and solidified eastern territory will, in a completely new guise, face the even more ferocious storm from the abyss beyond its borders...
Indeed, just as Mo Yu was preparing to completely integrate the Eastern Region in one fell swoop, in the Demon Realm hundreds of millions of miles away...
Beyond the vast world lies an endless, chaotic void, filled with the aura of destruction and decay.
This is the territory of the extraterrestrial evil race, a forbidden zone for living beings, and a graveyard for all things.
In the depths of this boundless darkness, there is not complete disorder.
Thirty-two terrifying demonic shadows, as large as supercontinents in the Great Thousand Worlds, floated in a mysterious and oppressive array in an ultimate dark place known as the 'Eternal Dark Abyss', like ancient dark stars.
This is the symbol of the supreme power and strength of the extraterrestrial evil race, the Thirty-Two Royal Courts.
Today, at the core of the Eternal Dark Abyss.
Inside the 'Ten Thousand Demon Palace', a building constructed from countless star skeletons and the bodies of demon gods, radiating an overwhelming demonic power that even made a Saint-rank Heavenly Supreme tremble.
A conference that could influence the fate of two worlds is being held silently and with a heavy atmosphere.
There were no lights inside the hall, only thirty-two enormous thrones, each with a different shape, yet all exuding a terrifying aura that surpassed all living beings, floating in the void.
On the throne, some sat upright, some sat cross-legged, and some were shrouded in shadow; these were the patriarchs of the thirty-two great clans who ruled over the evil races beyond the realm and whose name struck fear into the hearts of the entire world.
Each one is a Heavenly Demon Emperor comparable to a Saint-grade Heavenly Supreme in the Great Thousand World!
Demonic energy surged, and laws appeared and disappeared. The mere convergence of these natural energies caused the space within the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons to constantly distort, collapse, and be reborn, evolving into all sorts of terrifying phenomena.
Even a single glance from an ordinary creature would instantly be corrupted by the demonic energy, its soul scattered and its spirit destroyed.
Seated at the head of the throne, a throne exuding the most magnificent and ancient aura, seemingly one of the sources of all demonic power, sat a figure in black robes.
The figure exuded boundless evil energy, like a supreme demon, yet his face possessed a compassionate kindness. In particular, his eyes, when they met someone's gaze, were so captivating that they could prevent anyone from feeling hostility and even inspire a sense of worship.
This is the leader of the thirty-two extraterrestrial evil races.
The patriarch of the Holy Demon Clan, the Holy Heavenly Demon Emperor, whose status is second only to the sealed Heavenly Evil God!
"Wan Jie, you urgently summoned the Royal Court meeting, mentioning that there has been a change in the East of the Great Thousand World, and that preparations need to be made in advance. Explain in detail." The Holy Heavenly Demon Emperor's thoughts, like a cold law, resounded in the hearts of every Heavenly Demon Emperor.
On the left, on a throne constructed of countless ferocious blades, constantly emitting the metallic clang of metal scraping against metal, sat the patriarch of the Blade Demon Clan.
He let out a clanging, ear-piercing demonic voice: "Hmph, Wan Jie, I heard you suffered a minor loss in the Great Thousand East? Even a single demonic claw was broken? Could it be that you've been targeted by Qin Tian or the Undying Lord?"
On the right, in a churning sea of blood that exuded a thick, bloody, and twisted aura, the Blood Demon Clan Chief cackled.
"Hehe, Old Ghost Wan Jie's 'Ten Thousand Tribulations Demonic Thunder Body' has been craving those Great Thousand Thunderbolts for a long time. Could it be that he was so eager to steal them that he broke his teeth in the process?"
On the other thrones, various demonic figures cast gazes that were either inquisitive, mocking, or indifferent.
The Spirit Demon Clan Chief was like a shifting shadow, the Shadow Demon Clan Chief was almost invisible as he blended into the darkness, and the Devouring Demon Clan Chief was like a never-ending black hole of devouring... The thirty-two Heavenly Demon Emperors had different personalities, but each of them was an unparalleled and ferocious demon who dominated his region.
The demonic shadow of the Myriad Tribulations Thunder Demon Emperor was located in the middle section. At this moment, it was not manifesting its complete demonic body; the demonic shadow appeared somewhat dim, and its aura was weaker than usual.
Clearly, the cross-dimensional attack severely damaged the Demon Claw by Mo Yu's Chaos Thunder Ball, causing considerable impact and backlash on its main body.
Faced with the doubts and ridicule of its colleagues, a hint of anger and malice flashed in its scarlet, evil eyes, but it quickly suppressed it.
"Qin Tian? The Lord of Immortality? They are either suppressing our god in the Northern Wilderness Hills or stationed at the headquarters of the Great Thousand Palace, and they are too busy to be in two places at once."
The Thunder Emperor of Myriad Calamities snorted coldly, his demonic voice hoarse.
"My target for crossing over here is not them, but a newly promoted Saint-level being named 'Mo Yu' in the eastern region of the Great Thousand World, also known as 'Thunder Emperor'."
"Thunder Emperor? Mo Yu?" The Blade Demon Clan Chief shook his head and said in a strange voice, his blade humming softly.
"Never heard of it. Is a mere newly promoted Saint-level item worth all this trouble, even alarming the Royal Court meeting? Could it be that you have fallen so low as to be the most depraved in the world? When my god returns, the thirty-two great clans should be reshuffled. Your Thunder Demon Clan should be ranked after my Blade Demon Clan."
"Hmph, if you think I am unworthy of the throne, you don't need to wait for my god to return. You, Blade Demon, are welcome to challenge me today!"
"If Mo Yu is just an ordinary newly promoted Saint-grade, then naturally he is not worth mentioning." The evil eyes of the Myriad Tribulations Thunder Demon Emperor were filled with a mixture of greed and fear.
"But this person... is no ordinary person! His lightning actually contains a trace of the original true meaning that even I, the Emperor, have never seen before, as if it were the beginning of chaos! Its power is strange and domineering, and it can even restrain and transform my Myriad Tribulations Demonic Lightning!"
"My demonic claw was severely injured by this person's bizarre lightning technique!"
