Primordial Era: Cultivation level equals the sum of the Jie Sect's total; the Three Pure Ones a

Heaven

The Lingxiao Palace.

Surrounded by clouds and mist, it was resplendent in gold.

Haotian sat upright on the dragon throne, his imperial robes flowing down, his crown majestic.

Unlike before.

At this moment, Haotian's aura surged like a surging tide.

Two priceless treasures hung beside him.

The Golden Seal of Haotian gleamed with golden light.

The Haotian Sword is as white as snow.

One gold and one silver, complementing each other.

It illuminated the entire hall.

Inside the hall, Yaochi stands beside the dragon throne.

His eyes gleamed as he gazed at the two treasures.

It was a surprise, an excitement, and a hope that hundreds of millions of yuan had never seen before.

"His Majesty!"

Yaochi spoke, her voice trembling slightly:

"With the Lord bestowing this supreme treasure, there is hope for the Heavenly Court!"

Haotian nodded.

He raised his hand and gently beckoned.

The Haotian Golden Seal fell into his palm.

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

Within that light, one could faintly see the surging tide of fortune in the Three Realms.

He sensed it.

They sensed that the golden seal contained immense power, enough to suppress the destiny of the Heavenly Court.

With this seal in hand, the fortune of the Heavenly Court will no longer be like a rootless duckweed.

With this seal in hand, all races in the Three Realms will no longer dare to underestimate the Heavenly Court.

With this seal in hand, Haotian had a foothold.

"Jade Pool".

Haotian spoke, his voice calm:

"Pass down the order."

"From this day forward, the Heavenly Court will widely recruit talented individuals."

"Regardless of background, origin, or qualifications."

"As long as you have the ability, as long as you are willing to serve the Heavenly Court."

"The Heavenly Court will take it."

Yaochi was taken aback.

"Your Majesty, won't recruiting so many people attract...those with ulterior motives?"

Haotian shook his head.

"Even if they have ulterior motives, so what?"

"The Heavenly Court is so short-handed that it can hardly maintain even basic operations."

"If this continues, the Heavenly Court will truly be finished."

"Hire people first, and get them working."

"As for loyalty... we can cultivate it gradually."

Yaochi remained silent.

She knew that His Majesty was right.

The Heavenly Court is so short-handed that it can't even muster enough heavenly soldiers and generals.

Those important positions have been vacant for a long time.

If things continue like this, the Heavenly Court will truly exist in name only.

"Your Majesty, I obey."

Yaochi bowed, turned and left.

Haotian stood alone before the dragon throne, gazing at the empty hall.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable.

We will recruit talented individuals from all over the country.

This is the first step.

But that's not enough.

Far from enough.

Because what Heaven lacks is not just people.

He's an expert.

It is great power.

He is a saint.

But the Dao Ancestor cannot grant one the status of a sage.

He had no choice but to find a solution himself.

Haotian lowered his eyes and looked at the Haotian Golden Seal in his palm.

The energy of the three realms surged like a tide upon his body.

Although its fortune was weak and scattered, it was far inferior to that of the Jie Sect and the Chan Sect.

But that is the destiny of Heaven.

It is the destiny of the heavens.

It is a fortune worth hundreds of millions, a fortune that has never been interrupted.

"Luck..."

Haotian murmured softly:

"If one has enough good fortune, one can accumulate merit."

"If one has enough merit, one can solidify one's foundation."

"If one has a sufficient foundation, one can... attain enlightenment and become a saint."

He raised his eyes and looked out of the hall.

Looking out at the vast and boundless primordial land.

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

"Since the master won't give it to me, I'll earn it myself."

"Strive for good fortune, accumulate merit, and build a solid foundation."

"To attain the status of a saint."

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

The figure in imperial robes stood alone before the dragon throne.

It remained unmoved for a long time.

Wilderness

Since the awakening of humanity, the primordial world has become much more lively.

The Three Sovereigns returned to their positions, and the Three Ancestors attained enlightenment.

Six venerable saints of humanity reside and govern the human race.

The golden light soared into the sky, and the oppressive aura was as imposing as a mountain.

The entire primordial wilderness trembled.

Countless cultivators looked up towards the direction of Chendu.

Their eyes held awe, envy, and an unprecedented sense of awe at the prospect of winning billions.

human race.

That once weak and ragged race on the shores of the East China Sea.

Now, there are six saints.

There were tens of millions of cultivators.

There are hundreds of millions of people in the clan.

With the Chaos Pearl world.

With the Martial Arts Heavenly Stele.

With the Kongtong Seal.

It possesses the deepest foundation in this primordial world.

Countless independent cultivators began to surge towards Chendu.

They want to worship the human race.

He wanted to join the Jie Sect.

I want to become a disciple of that figure in green.

Because there lies a future, a hope, and the power to break free from constraints and transcend the mundane.

The Heavenly Court's notices were posted throughout the major cities of the prehistoric world.

"The Heavenly Court is open to recruiting talented individuals, regardless of their background, origins, or qualifications."

"As long as you have the ability and are willing to serve the Heavenly Court, the Heavenly Court will accept you."

Many cultivators gathered around the notice.

But very few of them truly moved them.

"The Heavenly Court?"

A rogue cultivator sneered:

"What would you do in Heaven? Be a punching bag for those saints' wrath?"

"Even if I went, I'd only be destined to be a gofer or do odd jobs."

"It would be better to be a free and unrestrained cultivator in the primordial world."

Another rogue cultivator nodded:

"That's right."

"The Heavenly Court may seem powerful, but it is actually a puppet of the Dao Ancestor and a decoration for the Sages."

"To leave would be to be bound, to be shackled, to be to ruin one's own future."

"Moreover, the Heavenly Court doesn't even have a single sage."

"What will you use to protect your disciples?"

"What can we use to compete with the Jie Sect and the Chan Sect?"

As soon as the sound faded, the onlookers dispersed.

No one signed up.

Nobody cares.

The notice stood alone on the wall.

Exposed to the wind and sun, ignored by everyone.

Lingxiao Palace

Haotian sat upright on the dragon throne.

Below, several senior officials stood with bows.

His face looked unwell.

"His Majesty."

An old minister spoke, his voice bitter:

"The notice has been posted for half a month, and the number of applicants is... very small."

"And most of them are mediocre and have low cultivation."

"There isn't a single one who's truly capable."

Haotian's expression remained unchanged.

He had expected this.

The Heavenly Court has such a bad reputation that even rogue cultivators are unwilling to come here.

The Heavenly Court is too weak, so weak that it can't even protect itself.

The Heavenly Court has no saints, no supreme treasures, and no cultivation techniques.

What can attract people?

How can we retain employees?

What can we use to compete with the Jiejiao and Chanjiao sects?

"Keep posting."

Haotian spoke, his voice calm:

"Keep posting it until someone comes."

The old minister was taken aback.

"Your Majesty, if this continues, I fear..."

Haotian raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Without people in Heaven, nothing can be done."

"No matter how difficult it is, we must recruit them."

Even if the person who comes is the worst, we must use them.

"First comes the basics, then the quality."

"Survive first, then become strong."

The old minister remained silent.

He gazed at Haotian, at that calm yet resolute face.

An indescribable emotion welled up inside me.

His Majesty has changed.

He was no longer the numb, helpless, and resigned Jade Emperor.

Instead, he is a ruthless and decisive ruler of the three realms.

"My lord, I obey your order."

The old minister bowed and withdrew.

Silence returned to the hall.

Haotian stood alone before the dragon throne, gazing at the empty hall.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable.

Despite extensive recruitment efforts, no one showed interest.

This path is blocked.

Then let's change to another one.

He raised his eyes and looked out of the hall.

Looking towards the direction of Kunlun Mountain.

A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"Chanjiao" (阐教).

"The Intercepting Sect".

"Western religion".

"You're not giving me a way to live."

"I then forged my own path through bloodshed."