Jade Emperor Comes to Pay His Respects, Requests That the Heavenly Court Be Preserved

The old Heavenly Court, the Grand Pure Palace.

The once majestic and sacred palace, Myriad Immortals Paying Homage, is now nothing but desolation.

A thin layer of dust covered the gleaming beams and pillars, and even cobwebs had formed in the corners.

The Jade Emperor Haotian sat alone, utterly alone, on the Dragon Throne that symbolized the supreme ruler of the Three Realms.

His eyes were vacant as he stared blankly at the empty hall.

The new Heavenly Dao was established, and Qin Feng reigned supreme over the Primordial World.

He, the Heavenly Emperor of the old era, was like an administrator account stripped of all privileges, instantly becoming worthless.

Forget about mobilizing Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, he can't even command a sweeping fairy maid.

Those Immortal Official who once fawned over him have now either pledged allegiance to Golden Ao Island or are hiding in their own caves, avoiding this fallen emperor like the plague.

The entire Heavenly Court has become an empty shell.

If things continue like this, it won't be long before the Heavenly Court is completely reduced to dust in history.

Haotian slowly stood up, stroking the cold armrests of the Dragon Throne, a flash of extreme resentment and humiliation in his eyes.

That was once his throne, where he issued commands and controlled the rise and fall of the three realms.

But now, it's all a joke.

An endless sense of humiliation gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake.

In the end, all the resentment and struggle turned into a long, powerless sigh.

He took off the imperial robe that had lost all its divine power and put on a simple Daoist robe, taking one last look at the empty palace.

Haotian made the most difficult and humiliating decision of his life.

Go to Golden Ao Island and request an audience with Qin Feng.

Golden Ao Island, outside the mountain gate.

Haotian stood alone, like an ordinary seeker of the Dao, before the magnificent mountain gate.

The Earth Spirit here was so dense that it was almost impossible to dissolve. With each breath, he felt his Magic Power being assimilated and suppressed.

He could even sense that the few words casually carved on the mountain gate plaque contained a profound and awe-inspiring Daoist essence that terrified him.

He dared not be the slightest bit presumptuous and respectfully bowed to the fairy guarding the gate.

"This humble Daoist, Haotian, requests an audience with His Majesty Heavenly Emperor Qin Feng."

The gatekeeper was a fairy dressed in green, with a beautiful face and an ethereal air.

She merely glanced at Haotian indifferently, her gaze as if she were looking at a roadside stone.

Haotian recognized this fairy.

She was once a fairy attendant serving the Tongtian Jiaozhu Leader, but now she's just a gatekeeper on Golden Ao Island.

What chilled him to the bone even more was that he sensed a faint yet Quasi-Saint aura emanating from this fairy.

The gatekeepers are all Quasi-Saint.

Haotian's heart sank even further.

After hearing his request, the fairy in green turned and went inside to announce his arrival.

A moment later, the fairy emerged, her expression still indifferent.

"His Heavenly Emperor is playing with the little princess and is busy."

A single sentence, seemingly casual, struck Haotian's face like an invisible slap.

No time?

Because she was playing with her daughter, she didn't have time to see him, the former ruler of the Three Realms?

A surge of overwhelming anger and humiliation instantly rose above Haotian's head.

His fists were clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, and his teeth were grinding together.

Even the Jade Emperor Haotian had never suffered such humiliation!

But the anger that had just begun to rise was extinguished by a deeper fear and helplessness.

Would he dare to lash out?

He dared not.

Let alone Qin Feng, this Quasi-Saint fairy guarding the gate could crush him with a single finger.

Haotian took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing all the turbulent emotions in his heart, loosened his fist, and bowed deeply to the mountain gate once again.

"It's alright, I will wait here until His Heavenly Emperor has time."

After saying this, he stepped aside, looking down at his nose and inward, standing quietly outside the mountain gate like a stone statue.

He waited for seven days and seven nights.

The sun rises and sets, the stars revolve.

Haotian stood there, motionless.

A breeze blew by, ruffling his slightly disheveled hair.

The rain fell, soaking his long-worn Daoist robe.

Countless powerful beings from other worlds who came to Golden Ao Island to pay homage cast curious glances at him as they passed by, pointing and whispering among themselves.

"Who is this old Daoist priest? He's been standing here for days without moving an inch."

"I don't know. He looks pretty down on his luck. I guess he wanted to become an apprentice, but the Immortal Alliance didn't want him."

"Tsk tsk, getting into the Immortal Alliance isn't that easy. Without a background and some strength, you can't even get through the mountain gate."

Every word of these discussions reached Haotian's ears, like sharp steel thorns repeatedly piercing his heart.

His face had long since lost all color and turned deathly pale.

The emperor's dignity was stripped away, crushed, and trampled underfoot bit by bit during these seven days and seven nights of waiting and watching.

He felt like a naked clown being publicly displayed.

Finally, at dusk on the seventh day, the tightly closed mountain gate slowly opened.

It was the same fairy in green who came out, her tone still calm.

"Come in, His Majesty is 'available' now."

Haotian numbly raised his head, his body swayed slightly, and then he took a stiff step, following the fairy into the island he had once feared so much.

Myriad Fragrance Divine Hall.

In stark contrast to the desolate and lifeless old Heavenly Court, this place is filled with warmth and vibrant life.

The moment Haotian stepped through the palace gates, the sight before him shattered the last vestige of his illusions.

Qin Feng leaned lazily against the cloud bed, holding a beautifully sculpted little girl in his arms.

The little girl, who looked about five or six years old, was holding a strand of Qin Feng's hair and playing happily.

Beside Qin Feng sat a group of goddesses, each more Primordial World than the last in the primordial world, including the Queen Mother of the West, Nuwa, Houtu, and the Three Immortals of Sanxiao.

Some of them were sipping tea, some were chatting and laughing, and some were playing with the little princess in Qin Feng's arms.

Each of them exuded a Quasi-Saint aura that made Haotian feel suffocated.

The entire hall was practically a gathering of Quasi-Saint level experts.

And he, the former Heavenly Emperor, was as insignificant here as an ant that could be crushed at any moment.

Qin Feng seemed to have just noticed him, raising his eyelids slightly and a playful smile appearing on his lips.

"Oh? Isn't this Fellow Daoist Haotian? What brings you here?"

That nonchalant tone, that look as if he were looking at a stranger, completely shattered the last shred of imperial dignity in Haotian's heart.

His legs buckled, and with a thud, he knelt down on the ground.

It's not one knee, it's both knees.

It wasn't a bow, it was kneeling in worship.

Immediately afterwards, he kowtowed deeply, bowing his head to the ground in Qin Feng's direction.

"Your humble servant Haotian pays respects to His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor!"

His hoarse, trembling voice echoed throughout the magnificent hall.

The grievances suppressed for countless years, the humiliations suffered over the past seven days and seven nights, all erupted at this moment.

The dignified ruler of the old Three Realms actually wept like a child in front of all the goddesses.

"Your Majesty, please have mercy! Please, Your Majesty, for the sake of the Dao Ancestor, spare the Heavenly Court this time!"

"The Heavenly Court may not bear the surname Hao, but we beg Your Majesty to preserve Heavenly Court structure, so that all the gods Heavenly Immortal may have something to look forward to!"

"This sinful subject is willing to offer everything! The Heavenly Court Treasury, the River Diagram and Luo Script, everything this sinful subject possesses, I am willing to offer to Your Majesty! I only beg Your Majesty to show mercy beyond the law!"

Haotian lay on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, lowering himself to the lowest, most humble position.