Pretending To Be A Boss-Chapter 643 - 52: The Secret of the Beast Court Sanctuary

Saint Mountain.

If there is one place in this world that remains unaffected by the seasons, then it is Saint Mountain.

The temperature here seems to remain at a constant value all year round. Looking down from Saint Mountain, one can only see a blanket of clouds, and Saint Mountain itself, shrouded in mist, is deemed by many creatures that happen to witness it as the premier holy land of this world. However, the Mystical Bird knew that this place was not sacred, on the contrary, it was a gathering ground for a flock of demonic and ferocious beasts.

The Endless Turtle still squatted under the waterfall, pretending to be a rock, as it had always done. The responsibility of caring for it fell to a long-eared ancient monkey, who had the most leisurely task. Many other ancient monkeys envied this arrangement, as it only required them to call upon this elder at fixed times to get the turtle to stretch its head out of its shell, take a few steps without ailment, and prepare its food. In return, they would receive quite a bit of Soul Crystal from low-level creatures every month.

However, this job, albeit simple and relaxing, was also incredibly monotonous.

The long-eared ancient monkey would often fall asleep.

And because the Endless Turtle slept too much, it would occasionally wake up at some strangely inexplicable time, often uttering things that no one understood.

Like right now, the Endless Turtle suddenly poked its head out and looked around Saint Mountain, appearing as if it were surveying a graveyard.

Its gaze was desolate as it spoke in measured tones, which, summarizes quite simply, meant that the court's centuries of glory were finally about to face their great tribulation.

Any great tribulation, in an era ruled by so-called leaders, would inevitably result in an irreparable fissure.

The Endless Turtle had calculated this fissure. It was indeed very, very old, but when it came to predicting the future, it was still the most mysteriously superior creature in this world.

[Poor, strange, dead, chaos, treason.]

Eight thick syllables rang out like the friction between two rotting logs, but no one heard the Endless Turtle's voice. The long-eared ancient monkey was sound asleep, comfortably wrapped in a massive banana leaf.

The Endless Turtle wanted to move its feet and remind the high council.

But it quickly stopped itself. What was there to remind? If reminders were useful, would the future still be just the future? If the future could be altered, then its own prophecies would seem ridiculously laughable.

It was precisely because so many things were immutable, and the trajectories of things were predestined, that people wanted to know what the future truly held. The Endless Turtle slowly shook its head, retracting it back into its shell, never to protrude again. It was as if it truly had become nothing more than a rock washed over by the waterfall for ages.

The next time it would stick its head out would be when the Saint Mountain of the Levitating Islands returned to the ground after hundreds of years.

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While the Endless Turtle lamented the impending twilight or the harsh winter that the court would face, on the opposite end of Saint Mountain, the Judgment Chief was slowly moving towards a destination.

It was cloaked in a black robe, resembling the attire one would take on after transforming into human form, as if mimicking crystal. However, if it were truly a human, it was excessively large, with a height nearing three meters, making it seem like a giant.

The Judgment Chief, shrouded in a layer of black mist, had stayed in the forbidden area of Saint Mountain for a very, very long time. It seldom moved.

Coming out today was not because, like the Endless Turtle, it had sensed something. Instead, it was to routinely attend a meeting.

The content of the meeting was mostly to select some vacant Judgment Chiefs. From all over the Myriad Beasts Realm, they were to pick creatures with either great potential or that wielded significant influence. Of course, they had to be at least of the Orange rank to start.

Catastrophe-level bosses weren't so abundant, making the meeting rather difficult to carry out.

But that was not something for the Judgment Chief to worry about.

It was seriously injured, and it found involvement in all but the most tiring and mind-consuming tasks to be beneath it.

The true participants of the meeting along with it were neither the long-eared ancient monkey nor any Judgment Chief.

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The forbidden area was so named because it hid astonishing secrets.

Behind Saint Mountain's rear mountain was the place of judgment, and beyond that place was the inner sanctuary of Saint Mountain. In the sanctuary rested the altar where the Judgment Chief secluded itself. Behind the altar lay an exquisitely luxurious construction, reminiscent of the Mayan Civilization, resembling more a palace than anything else.

The great Saint Mountain was like a miniature continent.

The Mystical Bird was the most familiar with this mini-continent, but even the Mystical Bird couldn't enter the forbidden area.

It could feel the entire Saint Mountain enveloped in a layer of terrifying pressure, signaling that once again, the honorable Judgment Chief had walked out from the secluded altar.

The Mystical Bird did not understand why the Judgment Chief had come out, what it intended to do. Yet it knew that maybe today, or perhaps tomorrow, it would receive all sorts of orders.

It had guessed that perhaps the Judgment Chief was deliberating on the court's affairs with some entities, but who could they be?

The twelve Judgment Chiefs were the strongest rulers under the Judgment Chief in the Myriad Beasts court, each a formidable creature commanding awe and fear. But even the ancient turtle that had lived on the Saint Mountain for hundreds of years could not enter the forbidden area.

In its heart, the Mystical Bird had always wanted to know if the Endless Turtle could predict who else resided within the forbidden area. It dared not ask outright and instead coaxed many Judgment Chiefs and some honest ancient monkeys to inquire.

The Endless Turtle's response only made the Mystical Bird more eager to learn the secrets within.

[Do not speak.]

Those three words left the Mystical Bird's curiosity hanging. It knew many secrets of the court, some of which had no small impact, but the Mystical Bird always felt that maybe only by going to the forbidden area would one truly know what the court sought to do.