Qin Feng: Fine, but the Heavenly Emperor Must Be Replaced

Inside the magnificent temple, only Haotian's hoarse, suppressed sobs echoed.

The Jade Emperor, who once ruled the Three Realms Words Manifested into Law of the law, now groveled on the ground like a spineless dog, crushing his dignity into dust in an attempt to gain a shred of pity.

He wept uncontrollably, his body trembling violently, washing away the last vestiges of dignity of the old emperors.

Beside the cloud bed above the main hall, a group of goddesses watched this scene with varying expressions.

The San Xiao Sisters curled their lip, their eyes filled with disdain. If only they had known this would happen, why did they act this way in the first place? When they allowed their disciples to bully the Interception Sect, did they ever imagine this day would come?

Houtu's expression was calm, without sorrow or joy. She was in charge of reincarnation and had seen countless births and deaths, rises and falls. In her eyes, the destruction of an old divine dynasty was nothing more than a small ripple in the cycle of reincarnation.

Nuwa sighed softly, her gaze towards Haotian filled with a complex sense of pity.

After all, he was the disciple personally chosen by the Dao Ancestor and once enjoyed boundless glory. It is truly lamentable that he has fallen to such a state.

Qin Feng, the one who started all of this, seemed completely oblivious to the heart-wrenching cries for help.

He remained lounging lazily, his head bowed, playfully teasing his youngest daughter Qin Yao, in his arms.

The little girl was holding a lock of his hair, playing with it happily, and every now and then she would let out a string of silvery laughter.

Qin Feng reached out and gently stroked his daughter's nose with his finger, a doting smile on his face. His leisurely and contented demeanor contrasted sharply with Haotian, who was kneeling on the ground, weeping bitterly.

Haotian cried for a long time until his voice became completely hoarse and he could no longer make a sound. He could only lie on the ground, his body convulsing.

His hope was gradually swallowed up by cold despair as Qin Feng ignored him.

He realized that he wasn't even qualified to be taken seriously by this new Heavenly Emperor.

Just when Haotian was in despair, Qin Feng finally reacted.

He didn't look at Haotian on the ground, but instead raised his head and looked at the Queen Mother of the West, who was dignifiedly sipping fragrant tea beside him, with a playful smile on his face.

"My dear concubine, look, there's a crying little fellow kneeling on the ground, disturbing my daughter's playtime."

Qin Feng spoke as casually as if he were discussing the weather.

"He said he wants to preserve that Heavenly Court or something. What do you think of this?"

Upon hearing this, Haotian suddenly raised his head, and a fervent hope instantly surged across his tear-streaked face.

He knew that the Queen Mother of the West was the Head of Female Immortals and now the chief steward of the Goddess Immortal Alliance. Her position was highly respected, and her words carried great weight!

Perhaps... perhaps there is still a glimmer of hope!

Haotian's expectant gaze was fixed intently on the Queen Mother of the West.

The Queen Mother of the West held the teacup with an elegant and still hand.

She didn't even turn her head, but merely glanced at Haotian, who was crawling on the ground, out of the corner of her eye, with the same indifferent look she gave him as if he were an ant on the roadside.

Then, she parted her lips slightly, her voice clear and calm.

"The Heavenly Court governs the order of the Three Realms and harmonizes Yin and Yang; therefore, it cannot be abolished."

One sentence, like heavenly music, struck Haotian's heart hard.

It cannot be abolished!

The Queen Mother of the West said that the Heavenly Court must not be abolished!

A surge of overwhelming joy instantly overwhelmed Haotian's reason; he trembled with excitement and almost jumped up from the ground.

It's saved!

Heavenly Court has been saved!

As long as the Heavenly Court still exists, his title of Jade Emperor, even if it's just an empty shell, will still be a title!

However, before his ecstasy could even last a breath, the Queen Mother of the West's next words were like a bucket of ice water drawn from the Minghe, poured over his head and down to his feet.

"However, the person in charge is not virtuous enough for the position."

His voice remained flat, devoid of any emotion.

But these eight words were like eight Primordial Divine Mountain, crashing down and instantly crushing all the hopes that had just been ignited in Haotian's heart into dust.

His virtue does not match his position!

These four words are more insidious than any supernatural power or magical treasure.

This is the final judgment from the new era's rulers on his entire imperial career.

Haotian's body stiffened abruptly, the ecstasy on his face froze, then quickly faded, turning into ashen ashes.

He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but found that his throat felt like it was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and he couldn't make a sound.

After listening, Qin Feng nodded in satisfaction, reached out and pinched Queen Mother of the West's cheek, and smiled, "My wife is truly wise and understanding."

After he finished speaking, he finally turned his gaze to Haotian, who was standing on the ground as if petrified.

"Did you hear that? My wife said you're no good."

Qin Feng's tone was slightly mocking, as if he were stating a trivial fact.

"However..." He deliberately dragged out his words, looking at Haotian's despairing face, a playful smile curving his lips, "She also said that the Heavenly Court can be preserved."

These words, like a lifeline, appeared once again before Haotian, who was on the verge of drowning.

He suddenly raised his head, a glimmer of disbelief reappearing in his eyes.

What's the meaning?

They say I'm unworthy of my position, yet they say the Heavenly Court can be preserved?

Could it be... that they intend to depose me from the throne, but spare my life and let me live as a carefree immortal?

If that's the case, then... it might not be entirely unacceptable!

As long as you survive, anything is possible!

Haotian's heart leaped into his throat once more, anxiously awaiting Qin Feng's next words.

Seeing his anxious and uncertain expression, Qin Feng's smile deepened.

He gently patted the back of his daughter in his arms before slowly uttering the next sentence.

"However, the position of the Jade Emperor is about to change hands."

Boom!

Haotian's mind went completely blank for a moment.

That glimmer of hope that had just begun to rise was utterly shattered by those words.

He seemed to have all his strength drained away, collapsing to the ground, his eyes vacant and devoid of any spirit.

It's over.

Everything is over.

After an unknown amount of time, Haotian finally regained a sliver of sanity from his extreme despair.

He used all his strength to support his trembling body, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows.

"I don't know... I don't know who Your Majesty... wishes to succeed you?"

He no longer dared to have any extravagant hopes; he only instinctively wanted to know who would sit on the throne he had dreamed of, for which he had lost everything.

Is it a Great Powers from the Interception Sect? Or a strong member of the demon race? Or perhaps... one of the goddesses beside Qin Feng?

Qin Feng did not answer immediately upon hearing this.

His gaze passed over the main hall and landed on the square outside the temple.

There, several teenagers were chasing and playing.

One of the boys, who looked the most composed and was about six or seven years old, was watching his younger siblings, who were jumping around, with some impatience.

He seemed to find the game too boring, so he casually grabbed a handful of hazy, Chaos Origin Qi that exuded the aura of creation from the void, and it appeared in his palm.

He molded that Chaos Origin Qi, enough to make even saints envious, into the shape of a puppy, as if kneading clay, and casually tossed it on the ground.

After the chaotic puppy landed, it grew rapidly in the wind, instantly transforming into a majestic divine beast that roared to the heavens, a roar that shook even the most powerful souls.

The boy was Qin Feng Qin Chuangshi, the eldest son of Qin Feng and Nuwa.

Qin Feng's gaze fell on his eldest son, who was playing with clay.

A smile that no one could decipher slowly crept onto the corners of his mouth.

He withdrew his gaze and looked again at Haotian, who was now like a walking corpse in the hall, and the goddesses who were equally curious beside him.

Then, he uttered a sentence that froze the entire Myriad Fragrance Divine Hall, and even the entire space and time outside the temple.

I think my eldest son is quite good.

Qin Feng's tone was casual, as if he were talking about what to eat for dinner.

"Let him be the Jade Emperor, and give him some experience."