The God of Cataka

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Shen Zhu floated silently on his mount that was as bright white as the moon, looking at the giant bubble that encased a land that glittered like a jewel garden.

Golden colored light powder scattered in the air along with colorful light balls as big as pepper seeds like snow sprinkles and dandelions.

Even plants and small animals also glow like colorful lanterns.

Like a fairyland in a crystal ball.

The land is invisible to the ordinary eye. Just a vast ocean stretching out as if endless, the Sea of Elements that looked like a sea of glass filled with colorful light powder.

The flying horse of Shen Zhu's mount floated down in slow motion, then landed on the grounds of a palace.

WUUUSSH!

A strong wind blew from his footrest. The entire place around him was swept up to a radius of hundreds of meters.

A number of Eternal Soldiers were lined up along the entrance from the gate to the grounds like silver statues. Their armor robes and hair were whistling in the wind created from the footrest of Shen Zhu's mount.

It is indeed the habitat of the fairy clan! shen Zhu thought a little astonished. The aura of the gods could not even suppress them.

If at that time Shen Zhu landed in the middle of a gathering of ordinary humans, some people might be thrown and scattered up to a radius of hundreds of meters.

The guards were simultaneously vigilant and mounted horses while wielding their spears.

"Who?" hardik is one of the guards standing guard in the foyer.

Shen Zhu tilted his head slightly and smiled obliquely. "Tell the Emperor, my dear Grandson is coming to visit!" he said to the guard.

"Please!" hardik one of the guards while knocking the tip of his spear on the floor of the foyer.

Two immortal bodyguards with mid-level heavenly realm spiritual power simultaneously shot towards Shen Zhu and crossed spears in front of his face.

Shen Zhu smiled obliquely once more, then crossed his hands in front of his chest and raised his nose towards the hall door and shouted, "Grandfather! Are you inside?"

"The Rancid boy from where dare to confess his grandson!"

The four Intermediate Heavenly Core Knights shot out from the four directions and simultaneously pointed spears around Shen Zhu.

Suddenly the door of the hall opened and the palace grounds were swept away by a fierce wind.

WUSSHHHH!

YOAAARRRR!

The guards who were lined up along the entrance to the yard were swept to their knees while bending their stomachs and holding onto their respective spears.

"Let him in!" the command of the voice boomed from within the throne hall that was glowing like the sun. The trained voice of a High-tier Heavenly Realm Spiritual Master that spread an aura of intimidation pressure that could topple a tree in the human realm.

Shen Zhu's hair and robes whipped backwards like they were in a strong wind. But his body and his horse were not shaken. The look on his face remained expressionless. Just blinked when smiling faintly. Then slowly his horse headed towards the veranda.

The bright white horse from the god clan stopped at the base of the stairs leading to the terrace of the hall.

Shen Zhu stepped down and walked slowly up the stairs, past the two bodyguards kneeling on the floor trembling, then entered the throne hall.

A SLAAASSSH!

A SLAAASSSH!

Each footrest of Shen Zhu toppled the bodyguards that lined the entrance to the steps of the throne altar.

A bright white shadow was perched on the throne chair like a beam of sunlight that washed in mist.

The legend of the mysterious emperor that none of his subjects could see his face was not just a figment of the storyteller's thumb.

Every single step towards the altar of the throne had an aura of ever-increasing pressure.

The story of the bodyguards who could not approach the emperor's throne made sense as his steps approached.

Shen Zhu stepped carefully and calculatedly. Trying not to bounce and become a joke of the guards who underestimated his arrival from the beginning.

One by one the stairs he managed to climb, the aura of pressure on the stairs still felt non-threatening. And he managed to reach the altar of the throne.

Shen Zhu stared straight at the biased figure waiting for him in the throne seat, the aura of pressure felt even greater near the throne seat.

Either the chair, either the figure sitting on it that had an intimidating aura of pressure, Shen Zhu thought. But the throne won't be threatened unless the gods want it.

The altar of the throne was engulfed in the aura of a god.

Shen Zhu could feel the aura of a high-level heavenly realm spiritual pressure within a foot of the throne seat. But fortunately it was not a problem for Shen Zhu.

Level nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, Shen Zhu concluded. One level below the spiritual power of gods.

Shen Zhu blinked and looked at the face of the overlord of the continent. I can finally see clearly.

Seraut face taper white porcelain framed hair white metah. His eyebrows, mustache and beard were also white. Likewise with his robe that was coated in crystal armor. A pair of wing-shaped headdresses behind his two ears were also crystal-colored. Fairy crown. Makes the figure look like an incandescent lamp.

A pair of gray eyes stared back into Shen Zhu's eyes with a familiar calm expression.

Deadly friendly face!

Now Shen Zhu knew where his father had inherited the mysterious gentle facial line.

His pair of eyes and lips seemed to be always smiling, but the aura he emitted was like a cold-blooded killer.

"Grandfather!" Shen Zhu whispered softly as he approached and crouched down in front of the old man who was somehow tens of years old. It might as well be a hundred years. Shen Zhu scooped both hands on his grandfather's lap carefully. "I am Liu Shen Zhu, son of Hanzou!"

The old man's eyes warmed. But his body seemed hard to move. He leaned back and forced a smile. His hand seemed to freeze in Shen Zhu's grasp. "Xiao Zhu," he hissed as if he had known Shen Zhu the entire time. "You're finally coming!"

Shen Zhu blinked and gulped. "Do you know I'm coming?" ask her with a clenched voice.

"I've been waiting for you," the emperor replied in a raucous voice as if he was holding back a cry.

Shen Zhu rubbed the back of his grandfather's hand while forcing a smile.

A consciousness shocked Shen Zhu.

The old man's body was paralyzed!

"How long has Grandpa been sitting here?" Shen Zhu asked with concern.

"Twenty years," answered his grandfather. "None can move me to bed" he said sadly.

"I'll move you to bed" Shen Zhu moved up and grabbed his grandfather's arm.

A white-robed old man floated from the back corner of the throne hall, then landed near Shen Zhu.

"Little God!" the man rebuked Shen Zhu. "What are you doing?"

"He's my grandson!" the Emperor calmly. "Crown Prince!"

The man instantly fell silent, then bowed to Shen Zhu with both hands linked in front of his face, giving a soja greeting. "Prince!" sweep it obediently.

Shen Zhu glanced past his shoulders with squinted eyes.

"He's my Guardian Knight," the Emperor introduced.

"Tell me where Grandpa's room is!" shen Zhu's instructions to the Guard Knights.

"Come!" The man flung his hand towards the door in the back corner of the throne hall.