An hour and a half is neither short nor long, enough time in some worlds for a full-body massage, and in some places in the Eighteen Layers of Hell, it’s merely a routine commute. However, for an Emperor of the Saturn Alliance, it’s possible to do everything at once, combining the two tasks.
So, when Jupiter’s Great Red Spot appeared at the window of Jizhou, five of the forty-two Emperors of Saturn had already assembled under the leadership of an Empress, blocking the entrance of the acceleration track. Perhaps they had a massage while changing into clean clothes and spruced themselves up a bit, making their ensemble rather exquisite.
At this moment, the six had all transformed into human form, after all, being ancestors of All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds, changing form was not difficult. They were all dressed as handsome men and beautiful women, with agile and robust figures.
However, the five male Emperors wore battle suits typical of a corporate watchdog, which consisted of black latex suits paired with gold battle armor, resembling the security uniforms of the South Heaven Gate. Apparently, these were ransacked from starship cargo holds over the years—cough, I mean treasure boxes. Standing in a row, they exuded the aura of five of the Four Great Heavenly Kings. To distinguish themselves, they accessorized their armors with horns, hooves, fish scales, bird wings, and other decorations, and smeared colorful paint to create their divine imprint emblem, adding a somewhat rustic touch to their grand aura.
The Empress wore a glamorous pink evening gown of unknown special material, truly flowing like the wind and waves, with radiant colors as if cloaked in stardust. The cut was extremely revealing, exposing what should and shouldn’t be exposed. However, despite her enchanting outfit, nothing could change her pair of sickly orange eyes. Aware of this herself, she wore a thin veil to cover her eyes and carried a treasure resembling a Light Sword. One couldn’t tell what she was cosplaying, but with that dignified and solemn demeanor, she indeed had a goddess aura.
Of course, if it were just these few pieces of trash, it wouldn’t require such a fuss. However, these Emperors and the Empress were only close compatriots, having fled their mortal forms to unite. Surrounding them were many others without much relationship or purpose squatting near the Star Gate, blocking the exit.
Yet, Saturn is a transportation hub, with many acceleration tracks leading to various parts of the Solar System. They didn’t know which one Jizhou was taking. If they flew over now to speed up, they might miss the show, so they projected their Divine Thoughts to gather and enjoy the spectacle.
For a moment, it was as if countless eyes opened across the entire Saturn Cosmic Domain, with countless people watching from the shadows.
Jizhou also powered up its broadcast system, formally declaring war,
"Wild animals blocking the way ahead, clear the route immediately! Clear the route immediately!
Those obstructing military lines will be executed on the spot! No exceptions! Consider this a warning!"
Having come all this way, of course, they ignored it.
At this moment, Emperor Wen Yao, playing the role of an ice pack and electromagnetic shield on a turtle shell, transmitted,
"Sect Hierarch, these uncultured folks from the countryside probably don’t understand human language. Shall I use a regional dialect to persuade them?"
Tie Dan indicated to go ahead.
Emperor Wen Yao cleared his throat, transmitted with his Primordial Spirit, and shouted over the public frequency,
"RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!"
After all, separated by quite a distance, the five Emperors and one Empress didn’t see Emperor Wen Yao pretending to be adhesive tape, and couldn’t help but ripple with a wave of disdain, indicating embarrassment, suggesting they wouldn’t invite him to group gatherings anymore.
Wen Yao immediately transmitted,
"Negotiation failed, Sect Hierarch! They don’t believe you’re the Sect Hierarch! Eat them all, Sect Hierarch!"
"Okay, let me out."
Originally, Tie Dan didn’t believe communication would be of any use, and he had already been lying in the projectile chamber of Jizhou’s degenerate state nucleic electric-magnetically driven mass projector-celestial destroyer.
Well, the celestial destroyer is essentially a railgun, which can be used as a track for accelerating mechas and ships during idle times, and occasionally to shatter celestial bodies, meteors, Titans, or fortresses.
However, to be honest, with the rapid version updates nowadays, kinetic weapons have long become the tears of time, with range, velocity, and damage gradually falling behind the times. What was once the main gun can now only be used as an emergency passage...
So, a holographic projection from Jizhou appeared at Tie Dan’s eye corner, opening a 15-minute countdown,
"Our ship is now connected to the acceleration track payment platform, preparing to depart under smart buoy guidance, and will go superluminal in fifteen minutes. If you can’t get back to the ship before exceeding the critical value, you’ll have to fly back to Earth on your own."
Tie Dan,
"Oh, do we need to swipe a card?"
Jizhou adeptly replied,
"No worries, we’ve already saved your payment information. Wish you a prosperous martial fortune."
As soon as the words fell, Jizhou launched a cannonball and blasted the Refining God and Returning Void Level Demon Dragon Yanzi out.
As Tie Dan exited the chamber, he was immediately locked on by the six opponents’ Divine Sense, and a tsunami-like Primordial Spirit attack came instantly, twisting the cosmic domain in his view into an oil painting-like swirl of colors, seemingly eager to drag him into a Primordial Spirit realm for a righteous gang assault.
However, it proved futile since Tie Dan was firmly glued to the web of Taihao Spider Silk, unable to extricate himself. The opponent’s Primordial Spirit Illusion Technique couldn’t pull him, and every tug was blocked by the protective silk. On the contrary, the active Primordial Spirit strike saved Tie Dan the time to search for targets, allowing for an instant reverse enemy-locking Divine Sense arithmetic tracking.