The Court That Could Not Judge
The battlefield was silent.The five top envoys from the Higher Realms stood ready.Their power bent the air.Their auras crushed the ground.
The people from the Lower Realm watched in shock.They had trained their whole lives for this moment.To see heaven's power.To watch the rulers of the world.
But something was off.
Arthur, Liam, Camila, Amelia, and Athena didn't attack.They just stood there.And when the attacks came—They dodged.
Lightning flew at Arthur—he yawned and stepped aside.A sword of light aimed at Amelia—she moved like it was nothing.A glowing spear shot at Liam—he just tilted his head.
Again and again, the envoys attacked.And again and again, they missed.
The five didn't fight back.They didn't even try.They just moved. Effortless. Calm.It wasn't even close.And the envoys knew it.They were outmatched.Way outmatched.
Arthur let out a breath. "This is getting boring."Amelia stretched. "Thought heaven would be harder."Athena clung to his arm. "I could dodge this in my sleep."Camila kept reading her book.Liam closed his eyes. "What a waste of time."
The divine envoys
Once proud, shining, unbeatable
Were shaking.They'd come for a fight.But this wasn't a fight.This was humiliation.
And when the last blast of power faded—When the dust cleared
The five stood there.Not a scratch on them.And bored out of their minds.
Ariella's hands clenched.She hadn't seen this coming.But she couldn't do anything.Not now.Heaven was watching.She had made a deal.If she broke it, she'd pay.
She took a deep breath."Get ready," she said."You leave for the Higher Realms tomorrow."
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The next morning, as the sky split open, Arthur stood with Mark and the rest of the Supreme Sect.He scratched his head."Well. Guess this is it."
Mark, wise and steady, felt something he hadn't felt in years.Loss.
These five
Whatever they really were
Had flipped the world upside down.And now they were leaving.
Mark bowed."Thank you."
Arthur smirked. "We're not done yet."
Liam stepped forward.He waved his hand—And the war ended.
Mark's eyes widened.
The sky split again.Bodies fell from above.But they weren't dead.
They were the Supreme Sect's enemies.
Motionless.
Drained of all power.
Arthur grinned.
"We killed them all."
Mark stared.
The other cultivators fell to their knees in disbelief.
"You… what?"
Liam shrugged. "Figured we should leave you a gift."
Mark felt his breath catch.
For the first time in centuries, the Supreme Sect had no enemies left.
No rivals.
No threats.
No war.
Just peace.
And yet—
Arthur was not done.
Camila stepped forward.
Mark felt it before it happened.
Something unraveled inside him.
His body, once weathered by time, straightened.
His skin, once marked by age, healed.
His Qi, once dimmed by the weight of centuries, burned brighter than ever.
Camila had returned him to his prime.
Mark staggered.
"I… this is…"
And then—Athena touched his forehead.
The world stilled.
The sky shifted.
The laws of fate bent around him.
And suddenly—Mark was untouchable.
If the world ended—he would survive.
If the heavens collapsed—he would be saved.
Because he had been marked by something greater.
Mark fell to his knees.
The sect disciples wept.
Arthur stretched lazily. "Alright, that should do it."
Mark looked up, his voice shaking.
"Why?"
Arthur smirked.
"Because you gave us food and a place to sleep."
Mark stared.
And then—
they were gone.
The sky swallowed them.
The Supreme Sect was left forever changed.
And now—the Higher Realms awaited
Ariella and the other envoys touched down on a massive jade platform.It hung high above the clouds, overlooking an endless city made of light, stone, and power.Waiting for them—Hundreds of figures.
They wore flowing robes, halos behind their heads, their bodies glowing with divine energy.Just standing near them made the air heavier.These were the Lords of the Higher Realms.The rulers.The untouchable.The ones who shaped fate with a word.
One of them stepped forward.
Tall.Cold.No smile.
His voice echoed without echoing.
"You brought them?"
Ariella bowed. "Yes, my lord."
Arthur and the others landed softly behind her
No announcement.
No entrance.
Just there.
The divine figures turned.
Silence.
They expected power.
They didn't expect this.
Not this calm.
Not this confidence.
Not this lack of respect.
Arthur looked up at the crowd of gods."Let me guess," he said. "You're the ones in charge?"
No one answered.
Liam stepped forward."Feels like everyone's pretending to be important."
Camila didn't even look up.
Athena leaned on Arthur.
Amelia yawned.
Another older, his face made of light and stone, frowned."They are untrained. Unworthy. They do not bow."
Arthur tilted his head."Wasn't in the deal."
More silence.
Power pressed down from above.One of the lords raised a hand—just slightly.The air screamed.The clouds above cracked.The sky shook.
But the five didn't move.
Arthur looked bored.Liam checked his nails.Athena blinked slowly.Camila turned a page in her book.Amelia cracked her neck.
The pressure broke.
A ripple of force, sharp and invisible, snapped out in all directions.It wasn't from the gods.It was from them.
The Lords stepped back, eyes wide.They didn't know which of the five had done it.They only knew one thing.
A younger god, not yet afraid, pointed at them.
"You don't belong here!"
Arthur smiled.
"Yeah," he said. "We know."
He stepped forward.
"You brought us here. You made the deal. You said if we beat your envoys, we could ascend."
He shrugged.
"Well. We're here."
Another lord spoke up, his voice wrapped in law and flame.
"You will be tested again. Judged. This is not over."
Amelia raised her hand. "Nah. That was the test. You just didn't think we'd pass."
Camila didn't speak.She didn't need to.
Time around the lords slowed—just for a second.Long enough for them to feel fear.
Athena's voice was quiet."But we're not here to fight."
Liam nodded."We're here to take your throne."
Silence.
Arthur smiled like it was nothing.
"Let's make this quick."
As they turned to the five people who just barged into their space…
Something felt off.
They thought they'd see arrogance.
They thought they'd see awe.
They thought they'd see fear.
But what met their eyes instead—
Was boredom.
Arthur yawned. "So? What's next?"
A tall, silver-eyed figure stepped up, his presence bending the very rules of reality.
He was stronger than Ariella.
Stronger than the envoys.
Yet—he wasn't strong enough.
Arthur could feel it.
The silver-eyed being's voice was icy.
"You stand in the Upper Realms, dirt creatures. Kneel."
The Same Mistake
Arthur blinked.
Then—
He grinned.
"Oh, not this again."
The silver-eyed figure's face darkened.
"Did you not hear me, insect?"
He raised his hand—and the heavens seemed to react.
An invisible weight pressed down on Arthur's group, powerful enough to make even cultivators from the Lower Realm bow down in submission.
And yet—
Nothing happened.
Arthur stood firm.
Unmoved.
Athena tightened her grip on his sleeve.
Amelia's Eyes of Lust flickered.
Camila let out a small sigh as she flipped a page of her book.
Liam just rolled his shoulders.
Arthur cracked his neck.
"You really can't learn, can you?"
Then—
The world shattered.
When the Sky Begged Again
The golden sun above them cracked.
The ground broke apart.
The invisible weight pressing down on them?
It vanished.
No—it fled.
Just like before, the world itself pleaded with them not to kneel.
The jade platform crumbled, and the divine laws of the realm twisted.
The other celestial beings staggered back, confusion and horror painting their faces.
Ariella watched in silent disbelief.
This… wasn't how it was supposed to go.
Arthur looked up at the breaking sky, then down at the silver-eyed being, who was now frozen, his power falling apart.
And then, with a mocking smirk, Arthur stepped forward.
"So?"
His tone was light, casual—but it packed a punch.
"Are you done yet?"
The silver-eyed being trembled.
No one
Absolutely no one
Should be able to defy heaven's will.
And yet, here they were.
Casual. Unfazed. Mocking them.
He stepped back
Instinct kicking in.
In that moment, he realized.
These weren't mortals.
They weren't cultivators.
They weren't even heaven's chosen.
They were something else.
Something way worse.
The trumpets blared.
The celestial lords all turned to the distance, where a massive golden gate slowly opened.
A voice
Vast, ancient, and suffocating
Echoed across the realm.
"BRING THEM FORWARD."
Ariella swallowed hard.
"The Heavenly Tribunal has summoned you," she said, her voice tight.
Arthur smirked.
"Finally," he said.
And then, with a flick of his wrist
He casually walked toward the golden gate.
As if it wasn't a big deal.
As if it was just another day.
And for the first time ever—
Heaven was completely at a loss.
The golden gates swung open.
What lay beyond was nothing like they had ever seen.
This wasn't a city.
Not a kingdom.
Not even a world.
This was a courtroom made from the very fabric of reality.
The sky was a vast, endless dome of golden light, but there were no suns, no stars, no start or end.
The ground wasn't stone or dirt but something **more ancient, more fundamental—**a foundation of existence older than time itself.
Massive pillars shot up into infinity, carved from divine law, wrapped in chains pulsing with celestial authority.
And right in the middle
A throne sat atop an impossible staircase, warping the concept of space itself.
It wasn't just a seat.
It was a statement.
A symbol that only one being ruled here.
As Arthur, Liam, Camila, Athena, and Amelia moved forward, that throne stirred.
A voice like shattered eternity echoed through the tribunal.
"THE DEFENDANTS HAVE ARRIVED."
The air itself screamed.
the trial began.
They stood in a huge circular coliseum, surrounded.
Towering figures in white robes stood around the tribunal, their faces hidden under glowing veils.
They didn't say a word.
They didn't take a breath.
They were just... there.
And above them, on their eternal thrones, sat the Four Judges of Heaven.
They weren't kings or warriors or even gods.
They were the law itself.
Beings that had moved beyond any sense of right and wrong, ruling with the cool inevitability of fact.
As Arthur and the others stepped forward, the air felt thick.
Camila's Eyes of Time flickered. "Something's off."
Athena squeezed Arthur's sleeve. "I feel it too. They're pushing us away."
Liam's golden aura pulsed. "They want to wipe us out."
Arthur just grinned.
Amelia tilted her head, watching the judges with a hint of amusement. "They want us to kneel," she said softly. "Again."
A figure on the golden throne rose, its face obscured.
When it spoke, its voice was calm and emotionless. "You're accused of trespassing in sacred realms."
"You're accused of defying divine order."
"You're accused of messing with reality itself."
"You're accused of going against the will of heaven."
The tribunal shook.
Arthur yawned, while Athena flinched. "They're talking in absolutes."
Camila's Eyes of Time spun quickly. "It's more than just talk. They're making their judgment real."
Amelia smirked. "Nice trick."
Liam cracked his knuckles. "Let's see what happens."
Arthur laughed, a low, amused chuckle, and stepped forward. "Oh? What if we just say no?"
At that moment, everything broke apart.
The sky ripped open.
The throne quivered.
And, for the first time, the Four Judges of Heaven had been challenged.
The tribunal collapsed.
Laws unraveled.
Reality shook.
Divine judgment came crashing down like a falling star, and chains shot out from the void, coiling around Arthur's group, sealing their fate.
The ground twisted, forcing them down, making them kneel, because in this place, kneeling wasn't a choice
It was the law.
But as the chains latched onto Arthur, he just smirked and broke free.
The golden chains shattered.
Heaven's laws screamed.
The tribunal convulsed, and the Judges stepped back.
It was déjà vu; this had happened before
When he defied them in the mortal world, when he'd resisted the envoys, and when he rejected the sky. The world had pleaded with him not to kneel. And now—Heaven was scared.
Arthur brushed off his shoulder with a sigh. "Come on, is that all?"
Athena stared, wide-eyed.
Amelia laughed. "Oh, that's rich!"
Liam crossed his arms. "So much for their divine order."
Camila watched, her mind racing.
This wasn't just defiance; it was a straight-up rejection, not just of their power but of fate itself. And the Judges got it.
They were supposed to be unshakeable, but now they faced something they couldn't judge
An existence beyond sin, a force that couldn't be contained, a being that shouldn't even exist. For the first time ever, the Judges of Heaven spoke together, their voices wavering. "What... are you?"