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

"Yes." Jin Peng took out a purplish-black gourd, and the pressure of the innate treasure instantly spread out. Zhen Yuanzi's pupils shrank, there was a spirit of the eighth level of the Hunyuan realm inside!

A drop of liquid shimmering with various divine lights flew out from the gourd's mouth, making all the immortals' bodies somewhat eager. This was the essence of chaos; just a drop the size of a fingernail could transform them completely. Yet, none of them dared to touch it.

Zhen Yuanzi took out a small yellow bowl and accepted it. He glanced at Shakyamuni without making a sound. The latter understood, slapped his forehead, and the Pagoda of Many Treasures flew out, along with a series of spiritual objects. Instantly, various divine lights intertwined in the Lingxiao Palace, and the spiritual energy became rich.

"Your Majesty can have someone take inventory."

"No need, I trust you, my dear minister." Haotian didn't even glance at them; these things were nothing to him.

Shakyamuni breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Zhen Yuanzi: "I wonder if the Sage can allow Tang Sanzang to leave?"

Zhen Yuanzi sent a streak of light flying down to the lower realm: "I have already informed my disciples. You may go. I still have matters to discuss with the Great Heavenly Venerable."

"Yes, Your Majesty, we take our leave." After the three bowed, Shakyamuni and Guanyin each pulled Sun Wukong away, one on each side, intending to teach him a lesson.

Watching the three leave, Zhenyuan chuckled and tossed the small bowl to Jinpeng. Haotian shook his head, "Fellow Daoist, you really are..."

"I simply despise those two. Last time, it was Your Majesty and Her Majesty who showed mercy and reduced their compensation. But this time, they came to us of their own accord, and I was merely going with the flow."

He pointed to the various spiritual objects placed in the hall, and with a gentle flick of his wrist, half of them, belonging to him, fell into his sleeve: "Consider these my tokens of gratitude."

He smiled and surveyed the crowd, causing the immortals to be deeply moved. He truly deserved to be called the moral standard of the primordial world; no wonder he was respected by so many people.

His Majesty's sacred objects are all returned, and the Buddhist sacred objects will be split 50/50!

"This is a freebie," Haotian shook his head. "Jinpeng, you can keep the other half."

These things are only worth two top-grade innate spiritual treasures, nothing special!

"Thank you, Master." Jinpeng chuckled and put away the spiritual items. Bai Ze also took the opportunity to put away the items belonging to the Heavenly Court, making a profit for free!

"Thank you very much, Uncle Zhenyuan. Please take this Chaos Essence back; it will still be of some use to those with innate spiritual roots." Jinpeng returned the small bowl.

When his master gave him the Chaos Gourd, there were still five drops of Chaos Essence inside. He only used one drop on the Wutong Tree. After attaining enlightenment, the Devouring Demon God could also recover to the Primordial Realm, allowing him to refine it again.

"Then thank you very much, junior brother." Zhen Yuanzi nodded and accepted the small bowl.

He stepped forward slightly, set up a protective barrier, and presented a jade slip: "This was asked by Consort Pingxin to be brought to Your Majesty. It seems to be related to Princess Yang Chan."

Yaochi's expression changed. Haotian took the document, and the two examined it. Houtu said that a newly born soul in the underworld was about to enter the Six Paths of Reincarnation. This was not the soul of a primordial being, but one that was born spontaneously by heaven and earth. She was the Lord of the Earthly Dao and had also accidentally discovered that it was related to Yang Chan, so she temporarily detained it.

"A love tribulation." Yaochi's expression was solemn.

Haotian's eyes were cold: "Let her ferry herself across!"

He's not a nanny. Yang Chan can prove her own path. As her uncle, he's given her all sorts of spiritual treasures, and Long Ji even acted as a go-between to help her become Nuwa's disciple. If she can't get through this, she might as well reincarnate and start over.

"Senior brother!" Yaochi frowned. This matter was not so simple now; it seemed that Bo Huang had also been involved!

"At worst, we can do what Yao Ji did again!" Haotian said coldly. He looked at Zhen Yuanzi, "Go back and tell Fellow Daoist Pingxin to let things take their natural course."

Zhen Yuanzi's expression changed slightly. It seems that His Majesty and His Highness have different opinions!

"Your subject obeys the Emperor's decree."

Zhen Yuanzi left, and Yaochi sighed repeatedly. She knew that Haotian was right. They could protect those children forever, but if they were too protective, they wouldn't grow up.

But this was a love tribulation, and a third person was involved. Yang Chan was someone she had watched grow up, so she couldn't calm her heart.

"Junior sister, don't think too much about it. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings."

Yaochi sighed almost imperceptibly and said nothing more.

They sat on the imperial throne, listening to the reports of the immortals. A day in heaven was a year on earth. Sun Wukong would occasionally go to heaven to ask for reinforcements.

There were only four people in Laozi's Tushita Palace. The boy and the ox went down to the mortal world with their belts, but he still insisted that they were not people from his palace.

Sun Wukong begged and pleaded until he admitted his mistake in pushing him, and only then did the monk take pity on him and descend to the mortal realm to bring the boy and the green ox back.

Along the way, all sorts of immortals and gods displayed their supernatural powers. Sun Wukong said that if he didn't have the wings on his back, he didn't know how many somersaults he would have done.

Perhaps sensing Haotian's kindness, he would sometimes come to the Lingxiao Palace to ask for help and would even act spoiled, with a hint of coquetry. Haotian would also indulge in his antics.

This monkey was clever. He had been reprimanded by Shakyamuni and Guanyin, and he knew that many people in Buddhism disliked him, so he gradually learned to play the fool.

Except when he had no choice but to seek help from Mount Ling, he usually came to the Heavenly Court. For example, during the ordeal at Xiaoleiyin Temple, he went directly to the Heavenly Court, and the immortals were all very kind to him because he had settled the score first.

This was naturally something that Haotian Yaochi was delighted to see. The Twenty-Eight Constellations descended to the mortal realm, set up a grand formation, and in front of the future Buddha Maitreya, defeated the Yellow-Eyebrowed Boy under his command, before returning to the Heavenly Court in a haughty manner.

Sun Wukong could only smile and apologize to Maitreya, who was furious, saying, "Who told you to be late!"

The most difficult one to deal with is Bodhi, who is both a junior disciple and a senior apprentice. It's not good if he favors one over the other.

He knew why Maitreya was angry. If Duobao abdicated in the future, Maitreya would be the new leader of Buddhism. But now, the resources of Buddhism had been squandered and all used to compensate for Sun Wukong!

Bodhi could only pretend to be deaf and dumb, and stay in Fangcun Mountain to train his other disciples.

"Your Majesty, two Great Sages of the Heavenly Realm have entered the Southern Heavenly Gate in a fighting manner," Thousand-Mile Eyes reported upon entering the palace.

The immortals exchanged glances without making a sound. Haotian smiled, and Yaochi also looked out of the hall.

"You fiend, how dare you transform into my likeness, occupy my Flower Fruit Mountain, and bully my master and disciples! Today I will surely beat you back to your original form!" Sun Wukong's eyes were bloodshot, his iron cudgel was held horizontally in the air, his golden hair stood on end, and his voice resounded throughout the heavens.

"You impudent monkey, stop your arrogant boasting!" The monkey opposite him, who looked exactly like him, spoke mockingly. "Who's the real one is still uncertain!"

"Aaaaaah—" Sun Wukong was furious. He shattered the clouds and spread his wings. His Ruyi Jingu Bang, carrying immense power, clenched down. The wind howled and thunder roared, and golden light pierced the sun. His eyes flashed with ferocity, his teeth were clenched, and every muscle was tense. He was determined to determine the truth with one blow.

The monkey opposite him also spread its wings and raised its staff to meet the attack. Sun Wukong was even more furious when he saw this. This monster even has wings. These were bestowed by the Heavenly Emperor!

The two staffs collided, creating a burst of golden light and a shockwave that overturned the clouds. The monkey was agile and in no way inferior, his staff techniques were cunning and ruthless, each move aimed at vital points. A contemptuous smile was always on his face, and his eyes were full of provocation, as if mocking Sun Wukong's overestimation of his abilities.

The two moved with lightning speed, the sound of their golden cudgels clashing echoing through the sky. Both were furious, their expressions, movements, and weapons were identical, only the meaning hidden in their eyes was different.

They fought their way into the Tongming Palace. Sun Wukong seemed to have learned his lesson, as he didn't let his magic power leak out at all. The monkeys opposite him were also wary and dared not make any big moves.

"Stop!" A sharp shout rang out as a sword flashed. Wang Lingguan raised his sword and separated the two men. Sun Wukong took a step back. This man was the same divine general who had blocked his path before.

"Go in and pay your respects to the Great Celestial Venerable!"