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Yaochi spoke again, her voice trembling slightly:

"His Majesty."

"Your Majesty, I dare to offer this advice."

"If the Heavenly Court doesn't do something soon, I'm afraid..."

She didn't continue.

But Haotian knew what she wanted to say.

I fear the Heavenly Court will never have a chance to recover.

Haotian slowly closed his eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, the weariness was still there.

But beneath that weariness lay something indescribable.

That was resolute.

It was a decisive move that the billion-dollar company had never made before.

"Jade Pool".

He spoke, his voice calm.

Yaochi was taken aback: "Your Majesty?"

Haotian looked at her and said, slowly and deliberately:

"I wish to go to Zixiao Palace to see the Master."

Yaochi's eyes suddenly lit up.

Within that light, there was surprise, anticipation, and an irrepressible excitement.

"Is Your Majesty going to find the Dao Ancestor?"

Haotian nodded.

"The Heavenly Court has come to this state not because of our lack of effort."

"It's because the Heavenly Dao Saints don't give us a chance, and it's because the Saints' disciples don't give us a way out."

"Nowadays, there are saints in both the human and earthly realms, but the Jie Sect is the only one that is dominant."

"If the Heavenly Court takes no further action, I fear..."

He paused, his voice turning deep:

"I fear that from this day forward, the Heavenly Court will have no place to stand in the Three Realms."

Yaochi looked at him, her eyes slightly red.

"Your Majesty is right."

"Since the Lord appointed us to take charge of the Heavenly Court, we have worked diligently and dared not slack off in the slightest."

"But those Heavenly Saints, and their disciples, have never given us a second glance."

"Even the smallest things require us to be extremely careful, for fear of offending someone."

"I was afraid that behind that person stood some kind of saint."

"They were afraid that the sage would be displeased and come to the Heavenly Court to punish them."

"I've had enough of this kind of life."

After the sound faded, the hall fell into a deathly silence.

Haotian gazed at Yaochi, at that beautiful yet weary face.

An indescribable emotion welled up inside me.

That's heartache.

It was a heartache that hundreds of millions of yuan had never felt before.

Yaochi has been with him for so many years.

From a page in the Purple Cloud Palace to the head of the female immortals in Heaven.

From a little maidservant by the side of the Dao Ancestor to the Empress, the ruler of the Three Realms.

She never complained.

He never complained.

He never once said "I've had enough."

But today, she spoke.

Because she'd really had enough.

Haotian rose and stood with his hands behind his back before the dragon throne.

The emperor's robes hung down, and his crown stood majestically.

He raised his eyes and looked out of the hall.

Looking up at the heavens above.

Looking towards the Purple Cloud Palace suspended in the chaos.

"Jade Pool".

He spoke, his voice calm:

"Wait for me in the Lingxiao Palace."

"I'm going to Zixiao Palace to request an audience with the Master."

"If Your Excellency is willing to take action, there will be hope for the Heavenly Court."

"If the master refuses..."

He paused, then didn't continue.

But Yaochi knew.

If even the Dao Ancestor refuses to intervene, then the Heavenly Court will truly be finished.

"Your Majesty, please go in peace."

Yaochi spoke, her voice firm:

"Your Majesty, I am here, waiting for your return."

Haotian nodded.

He took a step forward.

The void rippled silently.

The figure in the imperial robe vanished from the Lingxiao Palace in an instant.

Yaochi stood alone in the hall, gazing at the disappearing figure.

Looking at the empty dragon throne.

Slowly clench your fists.

"His Majesty......"

She murmured softly:

You must bring back good news.

The sound faded, returning to nothingness.

Inside the Lingxiao Palace, clouds and mist still lingered.

Those few heavenly soldiers still stood guard in the hall.

But the atmosphere was heavier than usual.

Because they are waiting.

Waiting for the Jade Emperor to return.

Waiting for the Taoist Ancestor's reply.

Waiting for the fate of Heaven.

......

Zixiao Palace

The palace gates were tightly shut.

Inside the palace, chaotic energy flowed slowly.

Haotian knelt outside the palace gate, his imperial robes hanging down and his crown touching the ground.

He didn't dare to look up.

They didn't dare to get up.

He was just kneeling.

and so on.

He had visited Zixiao Palace countless times, and it was a place with a value of hundreds of millions of yuan.

Each time, it was the Dao Ancestor who summoned him.

Each time, it was the Dao Ancestor who gave the order.

Each time, he would kneel here and listen to the Taoist Ancestor's instructions.

But this time, it's different.

This time, he came by himself.

He took the initiative to request a meeting.

He had something to ask of him.

"master."

Haotian spoke, his voice deep:

"Disciple Haotian requests an audience with Master."

After the sound faded, Zixiao Palace fell into a deathly silence.

The chaotic currents continued to flow, and the gray figure still stood deep within the chaos.

a long time.

"Come in."

The three words fell like the sound of a morning bell and an evening drum.

Haotian was startled.

He got up and pushed open the palace gate.

Stepping into the Purple Cloud Palace.

Inside the palace, chaotic air currents surged like a tide.

The gray figure stood with his hands behind his back in the void, his back to him.

His gray Taoist robe hung down, his face hidden in the chaos.

I can't see their expressions clearly.

But that aura made Haotian's heart skip a beat.

That was the oppressive aura of a Heavenly Saint.

It is the supreme power of a half-step Heavenly Dao.

Even with his peak Quasi-Saint cultivation, he was as insignificant as an ant in the face of this pressure.

"Disciple Haotian greets Master."

Haotian knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

Hongjun did not turn around.

He simply stood with his hands behind his back amidst the chaos, his voice calm:

Get up.

Haotian stood up and stood beside the palace gate.

He bowed slightly, not daring to raise his head.

"What is it?"

Hongjun spoke, his voice devoid of sorrow or joy.

Haotian took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart.

"Master, I have come here today to discuss matters concerning the Heavenly Court."

Hongjun remained silent.

Haotian continued:

"Since Master entrusted me with the management of the Heavenly Court, I have been diligent and conscientious, and have not dared to slack off in the slightest."

"But the Heavenly Dao Saint and his disciples have never taken the Heavenly Court seriously."

"He has never taken his disciples seriously."

"They have never taken the master's orders seriously."

He paused, his voice turning deep:

"Nowadays, there are saints in both the human and earthly realms, but the Jie Sect is the only one that is dominant."

"If the Heavenly Court takes no further action, I fear..."

"I fear that from this day forward, the Heavenly Court will have no place to stand in the Three Realms."

After the sound faded, Zixiao Palace fell into a deathly silence.

The chaotic airflow flowed slowly.

The gray figure still did not turn around.

a long time.

Hongjun spoke slowly, his voice still calm:

"What are you going to do?"

Haotian gritted his teeth.

"This disciple dares to beg Your Excellency to bestow upon me a supreme treasure, a cultivation technique, and the attainment of sainthood."

"To give the Heavenly Court the power to protect itself."

"To give disciples a foundation to stand on."

"Let all races in the Three Realms know that the Heavenly Court is not just for show."

The sound fell like a thunderclap.

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, the chaotic energy suddenly stagnated.

The gray figure finally turned around.

Hongjun gazed at Haotian.

His gaze pierced through chaos and through the void.

It landed on that face that was trying to remain calm, but couldn't hide its nervousness.

A moment of silence.

Then, he slowly began to speak:

"This is a priceless treasure, which may be bestowed upon you."

"The technique can be passed on."

"But the attainment of sainthood..."

He paused, his voice slightly lower:

"I can't give it to you."

Haotian was startled.

He looked up and gazed at the gray figure.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

"master......"

Hongjun gazed at him, his eyes calm:

"The attainment of sainthood was not bestowed upon me."

"It is ordained by the will of Heaven."

"Under the Way of Heaven, the attainment of sainthood is limited."

"To reach the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm, one needs merit, good fortune, and a solid foundation."

"Although you are at the peak of Quasi-Saint, your merits are insufficient, your fortune is not strong, and your foundation is not solid."

"Even if I forcibly improve your cultivation, it will be nothing more than a castle in the air."

"It has the appearance but not the essence."

"Vulnerable."

Haotian's face turned deathly pale.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but no sound came out.

The merits are insufficient.

Luck is not good.

The foundation is not solid.

So this is why the Dao Ancestor didn't allow him to become a saint.

It turns out that he had been waiting for a multi-million dollar event, but this was the result he got.

It turns out that he could only ever be a quasi-saint in this lifetime.

Haotian slowly closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a bottomless grayness in them.

"master......"

He spoke, his voice hoarse:

"Disciple understands."

"This disciple does not seek sainthood."

"I only ask that you bestow upon me a priceless treasure and a cultivation technique, sir."

"To give the Heavenly Court the power to protect itself."

Hongjun looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

Then, he nodded slowly.

"good."

The word fell.

He raised his hand.

Two beams of light quietly appeared in the palm of his hand.

One strip is golden yellow, the other is silvery white.

The golden one is a precious seal.

The seal is square, with dragon patterns engraved on top and the seal symbolizing the rule of all realms below.

On the body of the seal, innate Dao patterns flowed endlessly.

The Golden Seal of Haotian.

The Heavenly Treasure, which controls the fortunes of the Three Realms.

The silver-white one is a long sword.

The sword is long and slender with a sharp blade, and the words "Haotian" are engraved on the hilt.

Haotian Sword.

This is a supreme treasure for killing and destroying evil spirits, capable of slaying demons and evil beings and restoring order to the world.

Two priceless treasures, suspended in the void.

Haotian gazed at the two beams of light, his eyes gleaming.

"Thank you, sir!"

He knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

Hongjun waved his hand.

"No need for such formalities."

"These two treasures are rightfully yours."

"It's just that the time wasn't right, so I didn't give it to you."

"Now the time has come, take it."

"Rule the Heavenly Court well, and do not tarnish my prestige."

Haotian accepted the two treasures and stored them in his Purple Mansion.

He stood up and bowed slightly.

"This disciple will certainly not disappoint your expectations, Master."

Hongjun nodded.

"Go."

After those two words, nothing more was said.

Haotian turned around and strode out of Zixiao Palace.

Those steps were more determined than when they came.

That back view was straighter than when it came.

Because he possessed a priceless treasure.

Because he now has confidence.

Because he finally had the ability to protect himself.

The Purple Cloud Palace fell silent once more.

The chaotic airflow flowed slowly.

The gray figure stood with his hands behind his back in the depths of chaos.

I watched that departing figure.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable.

"Haotian..."

He spoke in a low voice:

Don't let me down.

"We just need to wait until they are officially deified..."