The sun rose and the moon set. Years slipped by, and to immortals and gods, a thousand years or ten thousand passed in an instant. In the blink of an eye, another ten thousand years had gone by.
Over those ten thousand years, Chen Xiang's fame spread ever further across Hong Huang. At the same time, the Heavenly Court's authority fell sharply in the eyes of all living beings.
After ten thousand years of cultivation, Chen Xiang reached half-step Hunyuan and marched on the Heavenly Court again. This time, he was clever enough to gather Ao Chun, Feng Wu, Qixun, Sun Wukong, Bull Demon King, Nezha, and the others to rebel alongside him, demanding changes to the heavenly laws and the release of the Third Holy Mother.
That day, Thousand-Mile Eye spotted an army coming from the Primordial Continent. It had already reached the Southern Heavenly Gate. Banners fluttered, the killing aura of armed troops filled the Void, and a grim air hung over heaven and earth.
Not daring to delay, Thousand-Mile Eye hurriedly told Wind-Following Ear, "Chen Xiang is here. Go report to His Majesty. I'll keep watch!"
Wind-Following Ear understood the urgency. He turned and left without argument.
Inside the Soaring Firmament Palace, the gods had assembled. Even Yang Jian, who normally obeyed orders but never answered a summons, stood among the civil and military officials.
Suddenly, Wind-Following Ear appeared in the hall and dropped to one knee.
"Your Majesty, Thousand-Mile Eye reports that Chen Xiang has reached the Southern Heavenly Gate!"
"Keep watching," Haotian said calmly.
"Yes!"
Seeing Haotian so unruffled, some of the gods below began to grow anxious.
"Your Majesty, the rebel Chen Xiang is at the Southern Heavenly Gate. Aren't we sending reinforcements?"
Haotian's expression did not change. A smile touched his lips