Transmigrating into Haotian, ruling the Three Pure Ones and pacifying the primordial world.

Although Yang Tianyou's voice was not loud, everyone in the Lingxiao Palace was a cultivator above the Golden Immortal level, so how could they not hear what he said?

"Do you know that if you take the blame, your soul will be cast into the eighteenth level of hell, burned by the divine fire of the underworld for a thousand years, and then cast into the animal realm, to be reincarnated life after life!"

Yaochi looked at him with an inscrutable expression. Yang Tianyou's face paled even more. He swallowed hard and glanced reluctantly at Yaoji and Yang Chan: "I understand now, but I am willing to accept it!"

"call--"

Yaochi exhaled a breath of stale air, feeling that she had not let Yunhua down.

Yao Ji burst into tears as memories of the past flashed through her mind. Her head throbbed with pain, but she still grabbed Yang Tianyou's sleeve: "No, husband, you can't!"

"My wife, when we were bound by our vows, I said I would protect you forever. There was one time before, and today is the second. From now on, you must learn to protect yourself."

He whispered in Yao Ji's ear, "The Heavenly Emperor definitely wants to protect you. You must take good care of Chan'er in the future."

After saying this, he kowtowed toward the throne: "I, Yang Tianyou, was delusional. I took advantage of the Princess's injury and impending death to give her my heart, thinking that she was a fairy who could bring me wealth and glory. But the Princess was kind and could not bear to see me die, so she cut off half of her heart and gave it to me."

"This scoundrel was insatiable. Seeing that the Princess had lost her memory, and knowing that her heart originally belonged to me, he took this opportunity to deceive her and have an affair with her. All the blame lies with me, Yang Tianyou!"

"I, a lowly person, am willing to bear all the blame; I beg the Heavenly Emperor to punish me!"

He kowtowed harder and harder with each strike, and soon his forehead was bright red. The immortals in the hall watched Yang Tianyou in silence. Although he was a mortal, he dared to act and take responsibility.

For His Majesty, this is the best way to protect the eldest princess!

Zhunti's eyes flashed with a cold light. "You wretched creature, how dare you ruin my plans!"

"Heavenly Emperor, no matter how this mortal tries to cover up his sins, Yao Ji is a celestial being. She cannot escape the charge of adultery between a celestial and a mortal, especially since she has given birth to a child of a mortal and a celestial being!"

Haotian closed his eyes. "Yaoji, I hope you will gain some understanding in the future!"

"Your Majesty, I have something to report!" A clear voice rang out as Longji stepped out from behind Jinwu.

"Princess Longji is pleading for the Eldest Princess, so your master must give you a word of advice: Princess Longji should learn from the Eldest Princess's example!" Zhunti said sarcastically.

Longji remained calm and respectful, bowing deeply to Zhunti: "Uncle-Master, I cannot agree with what you say. I have not said a word, yet you have imposed your own understanding upon me. Is this not somewhat incongruous with your status as a sage?"

"Moreover, what do you mean by 'the lesson of the Eldest Princess'? Even my father hasn't yet judged Aunt Yunhua's crimes, so how could it be my senior uncle's place to condemn her here? What 'lesson of the past'? In this primordial world, only the crimes determined by the Heavenly Emperor and Empress can be accepted by everyone!"

"Finally, please forgive my boldness, but what is a sage? Only those with supreme virtue, boundless wisdom, and a profound understanding of the Way of Heaven can be called sages. Even though you, Master Uncle, have reached that level of strength, you still need to cultivate yourself more!"

Zhunti's face turned from green to red, then red to purple, the colors constantly changing, reminding him of the scene at the Peach Banquet. His words were praised by many female immortals in the prehistoric world.

These words today are undoubtedly like peeling off his mask and throwing it into the Lingxiao Palace to be trampled on again and again!

"Longji, you must not speak recklessly. Your Uncle-Master Zhunti has been immoral for a long time. You are just a junior, and he will not listen to you even if you speak to him."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Longji smiled knowingly and bowed to Zhunti. "Uncle-Master, I am young and spoke carelessly. Please forgive me!"

Zhunti swallowed the blood that had formed in his throat, forcing it back down. He nodded with a forced smile, "It's nothing, it's nothing!"

Haotian sneered. If he could cultivate himself into a virtuous gentleman, I'm afraid I could even let the Heavenly Dao become the emperor.

The immortals couldn't help but chuckle as they watched His Majesty and the princess working together to infuriate Saint Zhunti.

"What do you have to say? Speak quickly." Yaochi smiled gently.

"Yes." Longji took out a ruby, the evil aura wrapped around it causing the eyes of the immortals to change immediately, even Zhunti's expression changed slightly. "This was left behind by the Ancestral Witch Jumang when he took away my cousin Yang Jiao. He said that if Father Emperor wanted to punish Yang Tianyou, he should let his son take this item out."

"The essence and blood of the Ancestral Witch!" Zhunti snorted coldly.

"Yang Tianyou, could he be from the lineage of the witches?" Bai Ze murmured. Even Zhen Yuanzi, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them. Before ascending to heaven, the goddess told him not to interfere. Was this what she was waiting for?

"It should be, otherwise why would the three Ancestral Witches have taken Prince Yang Jiao away!" Kunpeng said with surprise and doubt.

Tu Shan's eyes flickered: "He said he transplanted his heart into the eldest princess, which is why she was able to be resurrected!"

Bai Ze continued, "If it were a mortal, how could half a heart provide life for the princess?"

"So this Yang Tianyou is a sorcerer?" The immortals all agreed at once.

A headless man stared at Longji and said with certainty, "This is the essence and blood of the Ancestral Witch Jumang."

Longji examined it closely and nodded; it was indeed given to her by Jumang.

"Could General Xingtian possibly discern whether Yang Tianyou is truly a sorcerer?"

"I can't sense anything, perhaps it's because my bloodline is thin." Xing Tian returned to his seat, full of doubts.

Could it be that the Empress saw it in the Six Realms of Reincarnation?

Or was it because Yang Jiao had strong Wu clan blood and showed signs of ancestral atavism that the Empress discovered him?

He was never good at thinking, let alone after losing his head, so he could only straighten his body and look at the imperial throne: "Your Majesty, can you tell whether this Yang Tianyou is a sorcerer?"

With a gentle flick of Haotian's fingertip, Yang Tianyou's clothes parted to the sides, his chest slowly splitting open to reveal half of his beating heart. Yet, he felt no pain whatsoever; only cold sweat mixed with blood dripped continuously from his forehead.

All the immortals' eyes shone with divine light. Only cultivators who had comprehended the laws could see that when the heart beat, an extremely subtle green hue was integrated into the blood.

At this moment, the essence blood of Jumang in Longji's hand flew out.

With a "crack," the gem split in two. One half filled the empty half of Yang Tianyou's heart, while the other half merged into Yao Ji's body, filling her with vitality.

"Your Majesty...Brother." Yao Ji's eyes flashed with struggle, her head throbbing, as she looked at Yang Tianyou's split chest and cried out, "My husband!"

"No... I am the eldest princess of the Heavenly Court, how could I have a husband!"

"Brother, please let me make the decision myself!"

"No, Jiao'er, Jian'er, Chan'er!"

Yao Ji murmured to herself, her face contorted in pain. Images flashed through her mind, and suddenly a scroll appeared on her body, depicting Wushan and Yunmengze—a painting of clouds and rain over Wushan!

"A divine artifact!" Zhunti's eyes were complicated. Everyone said that this princess was not very talented, but she had even forged a divine artifact, along with the laws of mountains and rivers!

This means that the Wushan lineage has completely recognized her divine status. If that's the case, why hasn't she broken through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal level yet?

This was the shared thought of all the immortals in the hall. Yao Ji's eyes gradually became indifferent, as if she had severed all feelings and love, but there was still longing and pain in her eyes when she looked at Yang Tianyou.

Just as her aura fluctuated, Haotian coughed lightly: "Yaoji, as the eldest princess of the Heavenly Court, you have committed adultery with a mortal. Do you know your crime?"