Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start.

Chapter 212 The Tragic State of Heaven: Haotian Sells Official Positions

For the Jin'ao Island operation, all the sages sent their forces, and Nuwa rallied thousands of powerful demons to assist her.

Zhunti and Jieyin sent about ten outer disciples.

Yuanshi sent dozens of outer disciples.

Taiqing also sent dozens of outer disciples.

All of them, a dense, dark mass, flew towards the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Thirty-three days later, Yaochi Qian's back ached, and he couldn't help but get up and stretch.

Suddenly, she seemed to see something, and gently patted Haotian's back, exclaiming in surprise.

"Brother Haotian, look what that is!"

Haotian looked up and exclaimed with delight, "Senior brothers and sisters, your senior sister has come to help us!"

"Haotian, Uncle-Master Yaochi, it's been a long time."

Led by Zhao Gongming, a large group of people walked over.

"Nephew Gongming."

Haotian cupped his hands in respect, showing no sign of looking down on this junior disciple.

The youngest Great Luo Golden Immortal in the lineage of sages!

One sword strike slays a demon saint!

He single-handedly relocated countless humans, preventing them from engaging in bloodshed!

Even behind the enlightenment of all the saints, there seems to be the shadow of his cheap nephew.

Although they were junior disciples, Haotian already regarded Zhao Gongming as an equal.

Haotian exclaimed with delight, "With so many people brought by Junior Nephew Gongming, our project can finally proceed a little faster."

"What matters to our martial uncle is our matter; there's no need to stand on ceremony."

Zhao Gongming waved his hand and laughed heartily.

Haotian cautioned, "These thirty-three heavens are filled with restrictions and countless broken formations. Be careful when you're clearing them out."

"Of course, Uncle Haotian, there's no need to worry."

After Zhao Gongming finished speaking, he ordered everyone to begin their work.

"Yes."

Everyone was assigned a section of land and began working.

Time flies, and eighteen hundred years later, in the Thirty-Three Heavens, all the broken formations and dangerous restrictions were completely removed.

All that remains is the reconstruction work.

Haotian looked at the vast and boundless Thirty-Three Heavens and felt a chill in his heart.

I thought that clearing the restrictions and formations was already an extremely difficult task.

Unexpectedly, the subsequent reconstruction work became even more difficult.

What is needed for reconstruction?

We need a large quantity of rare and precious materials!

Haotian, Yaochi has been serving Hongjun in the chaos for many years, where would he find these things?

Of course, with Haotian and Yaochi both possessing the perfect cultivation of Great Luo Golden Immortals, collecting them would not be difficult.

However, it's clearly too late to rebuild the Heavenly Court within the three thousand years that the Dao Ancestor spoke of.

Haotian looked troubled, wanting to speak but feeling somewhat embarrassed.

Zhao Gongming noticed Haotian's predicament and laughed, "Uncle-Master Haotian, are you worried about what you need to rebuild the Heavenly Court?"

"Yes, the two of us serve the Dao Ancestor and have nothing but our cultivation. Rebuilding the Heavenly Court will cost a huge amount of money, and we simply cannot afford such resources in the short term."

Haotian exhaled a breath of turbid air, as if he had made a decision, and looked troubled.

"Nephew Gongming, if you have some money on you, please lend your uncle some. Once the new Heavenly Court is stable, your uncle will repay you double."

The new buildings represent the new atmosphere of the Heavenly Court; otherwise, he would have just made a mess of things when he first took office.

Who knows how the myriad races will laugh at him behind his back?

Haotian knew that he was able to become the Heavenly Emperor entirely thanks to the Dao Ancestor.

No matter what, three thousand years later, when the Heavenly Court is re-established, we absolutely cannot let the Dao Ancestor lose face.

Zhao Gongming laughed and said, "Uncle-Master, you are joking. We are all fellow disciples, so why use the word 'borrow'? Right now, there are plenty of resources available for Uncle-Master Haotian to obtain for free."

Free resources?

Get it for free?

Haotian immediately became wary. "Please explain in detail, my junior brother."

Zhao Gongming laughed and said, "Shouldn't Uncle Haotian of the human race know about this?"

"Of course I know. When the demon race was forging the Witch-Slaying Sword, the human race suffered a great calamity. If it weren't for you, my junior nephew, the human race would probably have suffered countless casualties."

"Yes, it's the human race. The human race is incredibly numerous and has accumulated countless resources over the years. Now that Uncle Haotian is rebuilding the Heavenly Court, he is short of manpower. I can recommend that the human race go to Heaven, which can help Uncle Haotian maintain the operation of the prehistoric world and at the same time solve the problem of rebuilding the Heavenly Court."

"Human race."

Haotian frowned. Wasn't this asking him to sell official positions?

The Heavenly Court was newly established, and he was already selling official positions to obtain resources. Where was the Heavenly Emperor's authority?

If we don't sell official positions, we won't have the resources to rebuild the Heavenly Court. In the end, it will be the Heavenly Court that suffers the loss of face.

"Human race."

Haotian exhaled a breath of stale air and said helplessly, "Then let's do as Nephew Gongming says."

Zhao Gongming laughed and said, "Uncle Haotian, please don't misunderstand. My idea of ​​letting humans take up positions in heaven is just to find them a job and accumulate some merit. I have no other intentions."

"I understand my junior apprentice's intentions."

Haotian nodded slightly.

After Haotian finished speaking, he glanced at the Heavenly Court, and sincerely bowed to express his gratitude, "Thank you, Nephew Gongming, and my fellow senior brothers and sisters. If it weren't for your help, I don't know how long I would have had to clean up the Thirty-Three Heavens."

After Haotian finished speaking, he seemed to have thought of something, "The Heavenly Court has just been established, and everything needs to be rebuilt. Nephew Gongming, would you be willing to join my Heavenly Court?"

Haotian paused for a moment, then added, "Joining the Heavenly Court is simply to serve there, representing the lineage of the Sages, and to support my Uncle-Master."

Zhao Gongming thought for a moment, "Taking up a post in the Heavenly Court is a matter of great importance. I need to return to Jin'ao Island to discuss it with my teacher. Let's talk about this after the Heavenly Court is re-established."

Seeing that Zhao Gongming did not agree immediately, Haotian did not insist and nodded gently.

After thoroughly cleaning up the entire Thirty-Three Heavens, the humans, Chan, Jie, Nuwa, and the Western forces all departed.

Zhao Gongming took Haotian to the ancestral land of the human race alone.

The trip to the ancestral land of humanity took a full month of discussion before the details were finally finalized.

The human race is responsible for providing resources to help Haotian rebuild the Heavenly Court, and what the Heavenly Court needs to do is to allocate 10,000 divine positions to human race members.

Haotian felt he was being very conservative. Compared to the vast wilderness, ten thousand priests were a very small number and would not affect his absolute rule.

After the specific charter was finalized, the massive project to rebuild the Heavenly Court began.

The human race is undoubtedly a master of infrastructure construction; building a magnificent celestial palace is no problem for them.

In just five hundred years, all the palaces in the Thirty-Three Heavens were completed, standing side by side, resplendent in gold and jade, in no way inferior to the ancient Heavenly Court.

The Third Patriarch laughed and asked, "Great Heavenly Venerable, how is the construction of the Thirty-Three Heavens Palace Complex progressing?"

"Satisfied, extremely satisfied. Human craftsmanship is unparalleled in the primordial world."

Haotian gave it the highest rating.

Three days later, Zhao Gongming left with the three patriarchs, leaving only 10,000 elite troops in the Heavenly Court.

These people are at least at the level of Xuanxian (a high-level immortal), and with time and proper training, they will surely become pillars of the Heavenly Court.

When the time comes, it will benefit the human race immensely by giving back to them.

After everyone left, the Thirty-Three Heavens returned to its desolate state.

Yaochi stepped forward and took Haotian's arm, saying softly, "Brother Haotian, there are still seven hundred years before the Heavenly Court is re-established. We have finally managed to prepare everything before then."

(End of this chapter)