Haotian Abdicated and Became the Supreme Emperor
Inside the main hall, there was a deathly silence.
Qin Feng's casual remark, "Let him be the Jade Emperor and train him," reverberated like the heaviest divine thunder from the heavens, repeatedly striking Haotian's mind and shattering his last shred of sanity.
He collapsed to the ground, his eyes vacant, like a soulless shell, even the mouthful of blood he spat out seemed to have lost its warmth.
We lost.
Utterly and irrevocably destroyed.
Qin Feng didn't even bother to look at him again, his gaze returning to the little girl in his arms, as if he had just casually decided on a trivial matter.
Throughout the entire process, he didn't even show a trace of Magic Power. He merely had a thought, yet he completed the abolition of the old gods and the investiture of the new gods, reshaping the power structure of the three realms.
Looking at Haotian, who was completely unresponsive on the ground, Qin Feng seemed to suddenly remember something, a playful smile appeared on his lips, and he spoke softly.
"Considering that you were once the Heavenly Emperor and have worked diligently for countless eons, you have at least put in the hard work, even if you haven't achieved great things."
The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a needle piercing deep into Haotian's numb consciousness.
He shuddered suddenly, and a faint ripple appeared in his empty eyes.
Is this... a final reckoning for myself?
Should one cast oneself into the deepest hell, or completely erase one's form and spirit?
Haotian's heart was once again in turmoil, but this time, it was not filled with hope, but with the fear of awaiting final judgment.
Qin Feng seemed to enjoy his expression and said unhurriedly, "Letting you disappear like this would make me, Qin, seem too petty."
"I hereby bestow upon you the title of ' Supreme Emperor,' allowing you to live out your remaining years in the Heavenly Court, but you are not permitted to interfere in any political affairs."
The Supreme Emperor.
These three words, like three invisible mountains, crashed down upon Haotian's divine soul.
This appears to be an act of leniency outside the law, a final act of courtesy.
But hearing this made Haotian feel a thousand times worse than if he had been killed.
This was to keep him as a living "historical relic," forever in this palace that witnessed his glory and humiliation.
Let him witness firsthand how the Qin Family's new emperor Reign Supreme and how he receives the worship of all the immortals.
Let him witness firsthand how everything he once dreamed of became a glory that others could easily obtain.
Let him live on forever, painfully, and consciously, as a symbol of failure, a backdrop to the dawn of a new era.
This is hardly a blessing.
This is clearly the cruelest form of punishment in the world!
Haotian opened his mouth, wanting to refuse, but found that he didn't even have the strength or courage to say "no".
He could only lie on the ground, his body convulsing violently, making hoarse, broken bellows-like sounds in his throat, unable to utter a complete sentence.
Qin Feng looked at him with satisfaction, nodded, and waved his hand.
"Alright, take him away. Don't get in the way. The new emperor's enthronement ceremony is about to begin."
As soon as he finished speaking, two divine generals clad in golden armor, their auras unfathomable, stepped forward and dragged the limp Haotian away like a dead dog.
Under Qin Feng's will, the new Heavenly Court has been completely transformed.
The former Grand Pure Palace has been replaced by a more magnificent and imposing temple. On the temple's plaque, the four characters "Myriad Manifestations Divine Palace" are written in a vigorous and elegant style, each stroke containing profound truths that captivate the viewer.
At this moment, within the divine palace, celestial light swirled and auspicious energy flowed in countless streams.
Great Powers beings from Primordial World races and three thousand worlds gathered together.
They were all dressed in the most magnificent court robes, their expressions solemn, not daring to even breathe loudly.
The once high and mighty demon Great Sage now stood humbly below the palace, his eyes filled with awe.
The ancient god who once ruled over a region has now restrained all his arrogance and stands respectfully with his hands at his sides.
Their gazes were all focused on the top of the divine palace, on the enormous Dragon Throne crafted from a single piece of Chaos Divine Gold and entwined with the souls of ninety-nine Ancestral Dragon.
A child who looked only six or seven years old was sitting on that large, somewhat comical Dragon Throne.
He wore a Nine Dragon Emperor Robe woven by the Heavenly Dao Laws, his small feet dangling in mid-air, swinging gently with a hint of boredom.
He is the newly appointed Jade Emperor, Qin Chuangshi.
Facing the gazes below that were enough to put pressure on even Quasi-Saint, Little Creator showed no nervousness whatsoever. Instead, he curiously observed the strangely shaped "guests" in the hall.
Behind him, the Queen Mother of the West and Nuwa stood on either side, like two peerless goddesses, their figures veiled behind curtains.
They were the new emperor's "Regent Saint Mother," the East and West Palaces.
"The auspicious hour has arrived; Myriad Immortals Paying Homage!"
With a loud shout from the master of ceremonies.
Inside and outside the hall, tens of thousands of immortals, gods, Great Powers beings, and strong individuals knelt down in unison, like a tidal wave.
"We pay our respects to the new Heavenly Emperor! May Your Majesty live a long and prosperous life, and enjoy eternal bliss!"
The roaring sound, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, converged into a deafening torrent that surged up to the Thirty-three Heavens, causing the entire Primordial World universe to buzz.
In a most inconspicuous corner of the shrine.
Haotian, dressed in faded white clothes, stared blankly at the magnificent scene before him.
The new emperor's naiveté and innocence contrasted sharply with the awe and fervor of the myriad immortals below, creating an absurdity that reached its extreme.
The desolation and death of the old emperor, contrasted with the prosperity and glory of the new dynasty, formed the most vivid and ironic picture.
He looked at the child sitting on the Dragon Throne, still debating whether or not to play with the Heavenly Emperor Seal in his hand like a marble.
He then looked at his own plain clothes, which were even worse than those of the lowest-ranking Immortal Official.
Haotian's lips twitched slightly, as if he wanted to laugh, but it looked worse than crying.
An era has come to a complete end.
After the coronation ceremony, under the "careful guidance" of the two Saint Mother, the young Jade Emperor Qin Chuangshi issued his first decree as the ruler of the Three Realms.
The Queen Mother of the West whispered a few words in his ear.
The little creator nodded as if he understood, then cleared his throat and, in his childish voice, amplified by the power of the Heavenly Dao, solemnly announced:
"Reopen the Heavenly Gate!"
"Anyone with talent and virtue, regardless of whether you are human or demon, flower or grass, can become an official in the Heavenly Court as long as you pass the test!"
The moment this decree was issued, the entire Primordial World erupted in chaos!
Countless beings excluded from the Heavenly Court system because of their birth or race were stunned upon hearing this decree, and then erupted in earth-shattering cheers.
On the East Sea Coast, an old tortoise who had cultivated for a million years but was unable to ascend to the ranks of immortals because he was a demon was so moved that tears streamed down his face as he repeatedly kowtowed towards the Heavenly Court.
Deep in the Northern Darkness, countless descendants of the Kunpeng roared to the sky, their voices shaking the heavens. They saw hope for the rise of their race.
In the Western Ox Continent, many rogue Rogue Cultivator, who were considered to be practicing "heretical and unorthodox methods," were overjoyed and spread the news far and wide.
In the old Heavenly Court era, people were judged by their background, faction, and origin.
In the new Heavenly Court, what matters is talent and character!
This is not merely an imperial decree; it is a revolutionary storm sweeping across the entire Primordial World!
A truly open, fair, and meritocratic new era has arrived with great fanfare, announced casually by a six-year-old child.