Lingxiao Treasure Hall.
Immortal qi billowed, and Dao Resonance flowed naturally.
"Tianpeng, do you know your crime?"
Haotian sat high upon his throne, gazing calmly at Marshal Tianpeng, who stood with his head bowed. His voice was cold as he asked the question.
The Heavenly River had collapsed, nearly causing an endless catastrophe.
Marshal Tianpeng could not escape responsibility for his crime.
In the great hall, Marshal Tianpeng's face was ashen. He slowly said, "This subordinate was careless for a moment while fighting Sun Wukong and destroyed the Heavenly River's embankment. That was how the river water came pouring out and plunged the Thirty-three Heavens into utter chaos."
"This subordinate knows he is guilty. I beg the Heavenly Emperor to spare my life, considering that even if I have no merit, I have at least worked hard!"
His voice echoed through Lingxiao Treasure Hall. None of the immortals and deities present dared plead on Marshal Tianpeng's behalf.
The Journey to the West Tribulation had begun. Ominous Karmic Retribution was running rampant, and they could barely protect themselves. How could they spare a thought for Marshal Tianpeng's life?
If Great Emperor Ziwei of the North Pole, Yang Jian, and Holy Mother of Mount Hua, Yang Chan, hadn't intervened in time, the Heavenly River would have flooded the Primordial Continent, leaving the living beings of the Ten Thousand Races without a place to be buried.
"Taishang Laojun, what do you think?"
Haotian asked mildly.
At that moment,
Taishang Laojun, dressed in a robe embroidered with the Tai Chi Eight Trigrams and a pill-refining design, finally stepped forward from the front of the hall without haste. He cupped his hands slightly toward Haotian.
"Marshal Tianpeng's crime is unforgivable, but there is still a way for him to atone through good deeds. I suggest