Haotian's Heartache

Within Lingxiao Treasure Hall, immortal mist curled through the air, yet the atmosphere was icy and murderous.

The immortals stood on either side, holding their breath, not daring to make a sound.

Upon the jeweled throne atop the high platform, God Haotian's brows were tightly furrowed. His gaze blazed as he stared fixedly at Yao Ji, who knelt at the center of the hall with her head lowered in plain clothes.

Queen Mother Yaochi could not bear it. While the immortals were not paying attention, she quietly reached out and gently nudged Haotian's sleeve, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz:

"Brother Haotian... must Yao Ji truly be punished so severely?"

Haotian's expression was solemn, his voice cold and heavy, devoid of the slightest personal feeling.

"Yaochi, look."

"It is not only the immortals in this hall whose eyes are fixed upon us. Beyond the Heavenly Court, the gazes of mighty experts from the Three Realms have long since pierced through the clouds and all fallen upon Lingxiao Hall."

Queen Mother Yaochi's heart jolted, and her Divine Sense silently spread outward.

In an instant, she sensed countless auras—some concealed, some undisguised, some indifferent, some scrutinizing—converging from all corners of the Three Realms—

There was the coldness of Jade Void Palace, the chanting of Buddhism in the Western Lands, the unfathomable depths of Azure Nether Island, and the prying eyes of reclusive mighty experts throughout the Prehistoric Era.

She understood at once.

What happened today was no longer a simple punishment under the Heavenly Rules. The Three Realms were all watching. The Heavenly Court's dignity could not show even the slightest favoritism for personal feelings.

Otherwise, the authority of Haotian, the Heavenly Emperor, and the prestige of the Heavenly Court as Co-Lord of the Three Realms would become the laughingstock