Haotian Lodges Another Complaint

The Heavenly Court, the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

Inside the magnificent palace, auspicious clouds and auspicious omens swirled.

The gods, dressed in various divine robes and armor, lined up on both sides, some holding scepters, others carrying magical implements.

Haotian sat on a throne entwined with nine dragons, while Yaochi sat on a phoenix throne slightly to the side.

"Buzz!!!"

One after the other, two powerful auras of sainthood descended!

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

The celestial officials and generals in the hall, such as the low-ranking fairy maidens in charge of sweeping, the strongmen guarding the hall gates, and even some star lords who had just been conferred titles, could not withstand the pressure at all. Their legs went weak, and they all prostrated themselves on the ground, looking utterly pathetic!

Even Haotian, a Quasi-Saint, was almost forced to kneel down.

"Snort!"

The next moment, he gripped the dragon head armrests tightly with both hands, resisting the double Saintly Might and not losing his composure on the spot.

But he was both shocked and furious!

A saint who has attained enlightenment!

And there were two at once!

His eyes were cold as he swept over the disheveled gods below, a sense of powerlessness welling up inside him.

Why isn't he a saint?

Taking a deep breath, Haotian forcibly suppressed his anger and said calmly, "There is no need to panic. All of you, please return to your divine positions and reassure your subordinates. Today's meeting is adjourned for now."

"Your Majesty, we... obey!"

After a hasty bow, the gods quickly withdrew from the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

Many people were still whispering among themselves as they left.

Soon, only Haotian, Yaochi, and the three siblings Yang Jiao, Yang Jian, and Yang Chan, who had not left, remained in the main hall.

Yang Jian stepped forward, his brows slightly furrowed, and bowed respectfully, saying, "Uncle... uh... Jade Emperor, who were those two auras of saints just now?"

Haotian said in a deep voice, "The first pressure just now originated from the Netherworld Blood Sea, and should be the Ancestor Minghe. He should have attained the Earthly Dao Saint status. The second should be the Chang Xi Saint, who comes from the Moon Star and should have attained the Human Way status."

"The Earthly Path, the Human Way?" Yang Chan blinked, somewhat puzzled. "Jade Emperor, are there different kinds of saints? The Earthly Path... what does that mean?"

Yaochi smiled slightly and explained on Haotian's behalf, "Chan'er, you may not know this, but in the past, the Great God Pangu separated heaven and earth. The pure things rose to become the sky, and the turbid things sank to become the earth. Between heaven and earth, living beings multiplied."

She paused, then continued, "But after the creation of the world, the Heavenly Dao manifested first. The Dao Ancestor merged with the Dao and took control of the Heavenly Order. The Earthly Dao only appeared after the Empress Houtu transformed into Reincarnation to mend the Netherworld."

"As for Human Way, it gradually accumulated destiny and will as all living beings multiplied, especially as the human race flourished."

"Now that the three paths coexist, the foundation of the Primordial Wilderness will be more stable in the long run, which is naturally a good thing."

Yang Jian seemed to understand. "I see. The three paths are emerging simultaneously, mutually restraining each other."

He was in a bad mood and had no desire to have a deep conversation with the three siblings. He waved his hand and said, "This matter concerns the Sage and is not something we can discuss presumptuously. You three have finished your duties for today, and there is nothing urgent in the Heavenly Court recently, so you may go back."

Yang Jiao and the other two exchanged glances. They had come on their mother's orders to report on their duties and inquire if there was anything they needed to do.

Since there's nothing, I'm naturally happy to have some peace and quiet.

Upon hearing this, Yang Chan immediately smiled and said, "That's wonderful! Big brother, second brother, let's go back quickly! This year is the Year of the Dragon! Father and Mother must be looking forward to our reunion!"

Since Emperor Xuanzong implemented a new calendar, he set a year at 365 days and a day at 12 two-hour periods.

Later, in order to promote exchanges between the human race and other races, the Human Emperor consulted with many friendly races and selected twelve races to establish the twelve-zodiac year system.

Reincarnation every twelve years.

This year marks the Year of the Dragon, as it is the dragon's turn to be in charge.

Yang Jian bowed again to Haotian and Yaochi: "In that case, brother and sister Yang Jian will take their leave first. If the Jade Emperor or the Queen Mother has any requests, please feel free to contact us."

Yang Jiao also clasped his hands in a simple and honest manner and said, "I'll take my leave."

Haotian nodded. "Go ahead, and give my regards to Sister Yao Ji."

Yang Jiao and his two companions then left the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

Haotian's smile vanished, replaced by a gloomy expression.

"Junior Sister," Haotian turned to look at Yaochi, "I... need to go out for a while."

Yaochi sighed softly to herself; she knew her senior brother well.

"Go ahead, senior brother, I'll take care of Heavenly Court."

Haotian nodded, transformed into a golden streak of light, and vanished instantly.

Yaochi looked in the direction Haotian had left and said, "Senior brother, are you still unable to let go of that obsession?"

Haotian left the Heavenly Realm and headed directly beyond the Primordial Wilderness, his destination being the Chaos Purple Cloud Palace.

The Chaos Qi did not erode his body, nor could it get within three feet of him.

After an unknown amount of time, Haotian finally arrived at the square in front of the Purple Cloud Palace!

Haotian straightened his robes, took a deep breath, looked at the tightly closed palace gates, bent his knees, and knelt down!

"Master! Your disciple Haotian requests an audience!"

The sound was heard, but Purple Cloud Palace did not respond; the palace gates remained tightly closed.

Haotian gritted his teeth and raised his voice again. "Master! Haotian has something important to report and humbly requests your presence!"

Once, twice, three times...

Haotian knelt outside the palace gate, calling out repeatedly.

"My lord! Haotian begs you to see me!"

Until the tenth time.

"Squeak..."

The gates of the Purple Cloud Palace finally opened.

A detached voice rang out, echoing in Haotian's ears:

Come in.

Haotian quickly got up and strode inside.

After he went inside, the palace gates closed again.

Inside the main hall, Dao Ancestor Hongjun sat quietly in meditation.

He strode to the center of the hall and knelt down again with a thud, tears streaming down his face.

"Master! Your disciple Haotian... is suffering!"

Hongjun frowned, looking at Haotian, "What are you doing here again?"