Song Zhuo was defeated, yet he remained unwilling to accept it:
"You think I'm unprepared? If the people in my mansion don't see return, they will…"
"Save it, your people can't leave the sixth level, and starting today, the sixth level network is blocked. I have things to do, going to the seventh level will do." Song Que's words cut off Song Zhuo's hope.
Song Zhuo hadn't anticipated Song Que to be so decisive.
Song Que looked at Song Zhuo, feeling increasingly disinterested. Having spent much ti with Tang Xian, these kinds of family conflicts always seed too childish.
In the following days, Song Que still took good care of his third uncle and fourth uncle.
As for the second uncle, fifth uncle, and sixth uncle, they received different treatnt.
Although Song Gengzhao expressed repeatedly that there was no need for gifts, the fact that these people sent gifts still revealed their attitudes.
As long as the gifts were chosen appropriately, the treatnt during house arrest would be better.
Song Gengzhao had completely changed. He handed all his power to Song Que, even surrendering the ring.
The one hundred judicial knights outside the Song mansion were naturally taken over, but Song Que had never really liked the judicial knights, because he knew the truth.
Song Que also discussed his recent experiences with Song Gengzhao.
Song Gengzhao might still appear dominant in front of others, but now, in front of Song Que, he was truly just an ordinary father.
There was a ti when he believed the voices inside the ring were his life, but now, he just wished for a less lonely old age.
It was also during these days that Song Que spent so ti integrating and handling the various businesses properly.
Having been a tool in Baichuan City for a long ti, handling the affairs within the fortress now was nothing but easy.
Whether it was family relationships or trivial business matters, Song Que dealt with them quickly.
To the third uncle and fourth uncle, Song Que also gave enough respect, explaining the situation clearly.
Everything was just waiting for the east wind Song Que had ntioned.
An east wind powerful enough to change people's perceptions of the judicial knights.
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The mining area, Sacred Mountain.
Above the altitude of 6,400 ters, where the oxygen was thin, if the vegetation on the Sacred Mountain hadn't been special, Tang Xian might have had to spend so ti adjusting.
This was his eleventh day on the Sacred Mountain.
During these days, Tang Xian had suggested returning, like going back to his ho area to report his safety before rushing back.
But the Law Judge refused because the Sacred Mountain couldn't be located by transmission cracks.
Or rather, it couldn't be located by ordinary transmission cracks, equating to searching for a sword cast into the boat—Sacred Mountain was mobile. It couldn't stop moving either.
Tang Xian then stopped ntioning it.
He visited the ancient ape's laboratory and saw many experints that were spine-chilling.
Experints like those on Tang were not the most miserable; there were ones worse than Tang, but they didn't survive like Tang did.
Most of these experints were quite primitive, relying on cocoon sacs with peculiar integration properties, like forcibly stuffing a creature into an egg, and then hatching it all over again.
In response to these cruel experints, the Law Judge explained that he was not aware, and these were not under his jurisdiction. As for who was in charge, the Law Judge didn't say, but Tang Xian guessed so possibilities.
Perhaps it was related to the humans behind the forbidden areas.
Tang Xian didn't press the issue, as he couldn't predict how the Law Judge would react to finding out.
He had realized that the Law Judge wanted to win him over, so Tang Xiang made a bold request—to fight the Law Judge.
The Law Judge agreed.
The outco was obvious; Tang Xian was soundly defeated.
Even though his speed, strength, and destructive power had greatly improved during the previous siege, Tang Xian was confident in facing beings above the level of natural disasters, even contending with ones at the level of cataclysms.
But against the Law Judge, he couldn't even get close. Those powers known as causality, apart from deconstructing all energy types, could also restore them in a certain manner.
For hundreds... or perhaps thousands of years, the Law Judge had witnessed many different powers, dragon fla, potent poisons, thunderbolts, frost, rays that could disintegrate anything, and even the death rays exclusive to judicial knights.
These abilities could be decomposed by the Law Judge into the simplest forms of energy, and also reversed and reproduced.
To defeat Tang Xian, the Law Judge used a thod, a power that Tang Xian was incapable of developing resistance to.
A biological entity utilizing an ability of the non-biological judicial knights left Tang Xian utterly shocked.
More than that, on all fronts, he felt the enormous gap between himself and doomsday-level entities.
Fortunately, the Law Judge was very asured in his approach, and he was very patient with Tang Xian. Their relationship, to those unaware, seed like that of master and apprentice.
Apart from sparring with the Law Judge, the thing Tang Xian did most was to read books. He couldn't understand those in the Bestial Codes.
Just like the Stele in the ruins of the southern island, they were scripts of so tribes of the beasts. Originally, Tang Xian planned to ask an ancient ape for translation, but the ancient ape didn't have reading permission for so chapters.
Even the Xuan Bird didn't have it.
But the Law Judge unexpectedly provided Tang Xian with a few books in human script.
This surprised Tang Xian significantly.
Were these records based on actual human experiences, or were they narrated by the Law Judge for soone to docunt?
The forr would represent a wealth of information.
However, Tang Xian was certain this was sothing the Law Judge wouldn't disclose, so he pretended as though it had slipped his mind.
Today, the Law Judge returned to the altar to rest and recuperate. The apes gradually relaxed their guard around Tang Xian because to them, Tang Xian seed like the Law Judge's apprentice.
Tang Xian offered no explanation. He quietly flipped through the pages of the books, slowly observing the changes around him in the great library of the Sacred Mountain.
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