This Is a Lie; Neither Side Would Yield

'Ah, the flowers in the courtyard had bloomed again.'

Such a thought rose in Quan Tong's heart, and there was a trace of weariness in his eyes.

Three years...

Did they know how he had endured these three years?!

This Mortal World was wreathed in clouds and mist; men's hearts were treacherous, lingering souls shone bright, and the filth of the world and the ugliness of human nature seemed to remind him, the Jade Emperor, that the road ahead was blocked and long!

Fortunately, there were not many matters in the Heavenly Court that required his attention. Minor matters went to Wood Duke, major matters went to Chang Geng—and since the Heavenly Court's establishment, major matters had erupted in concentrated fashion only over the past thousand years.

Before this, because his presence had been too faint and Saints' incarnations had held the fort, a single improperly formatted memorial could lie at his side for thousands of years.

Back then, he merely managed the natural weather, disasters, and epidemics of the Southern Continent. How could it compare to now...

Beneath the Nine Heavens, none dared disobey the Heavenly Court's commands;

Within the Three Realms, even the Great Teachings of Saints had to retreat three paces.

Those Great Thousand Worlds were gradually being brought under the Heavenly Court's control. The slightest impropriety in any Heavenly decree he issued could bring about consequences beyond measure.

Only then did he have the bearing of a Heavenly Emperor.

And likewise, he had shouldered a Heavenly Emperor's burden.

Quan Tong was actually under quite a lot of pressure. He had merely been a page at the Dao Ancestor Lord's side before this; it was his first time serving as Heavenly Emperor, and he had received no systematic training.

Fortunately, he had a stress-relief method designated by