Penglai Immortal Island was a supreme blessed land, home to all the most powerful figures.
Though Haotian was revered as the Heavenly Emperor and ruled the Three Realms, before he had attained the Hunyuan Grand Unity Golden Immortal Realm, he'd felt that anyone casually picked from Penglai Immortal Island could beat him to a pulp.
Zhao Gongming was the exception, of course!
He cultivated the Sword Dao and was at Quasi-Saint Peak, but he was still a little weaker than Haotian.
Ever since Haotian had become the ruler of the Heavenly Court, he'd faced one scheme after another during the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation. Then, during the Journey to the West Tribulation, he'd been forced to follow Heaven's will and launch the westward pilgrimage for Buddhist scriptures. He was exhausted.
Otherwise, would he have let Yang Jian, that poor sap, temporarily take charge of the Heavenly Court?
How could Haotian not like the idea of slacking off on Penglai Immortal Island?
"You've got some sense, at least. Otherwise, don't blame me for giving you a beating!"
"Your cultivation is so low, yet you've only just attained the Dao and already started slacking off. If I weren't too lazy to bother with you, I'd have thrown you into the Chaos Divine Thunder to temper your body!"
"You're all Innate Deities. Couldn't you at least compare yourself to Hong Yun, Minghe, and Zhen Yuanzi?"
"Alas, what a misfortune for the Mystic Gate!"
Dao Ancestor Hongjun pursed his lips and glanced at Haotian with contempt.
Since merging with the Dao and expelling the inauspicious, evil power, he'd found a new lease on life. The somber, aged aura about him had vanished, replaced by vigorous vitality.
As the old saying went:
I'm still the same young man I used to be, without the