What should he do?
Within the vast Purple Heaven Palace, every gaze except that of his own Teacher Taiqing converged on what he held in his hands.
Waves of pressure spread over, intentionally or otherwise. Though most of them canceled one another out, a trace of Saint's Pressure still fell upon Li Changshou, making even his breathing feel constricted.
Just then, a figure flashed before him and stood in front of Li Changshou, hands clasped behind his back.
Though his expression remained placid, an irrepressible smile lingered at the corners of his mouth. A phantom image of the Taiji Diagram condensed behind him, dissolving all the pressure bearing down on Li Changshou.
Grand Master Xuandu had naturally acted in time.
Your Majesty Jade Emperor, who had risen a moment too late beside them, silently sat back upright.
Another chance to deepen the bond between ruler and minister had slipped away.
Li Changshou hurriedly steadied his chaotic Dao heart, continued pretending to lie on the floor badly injured, and tightened his grip on the God-Beating Whip and the Investiture of the Gods Scroll. Thoughts raced through his mind, while his mental power remained pushed to the limit.
Calculate. Calculate quickly!
Just how many layers of meaning did the Dao Ancestor have this time?
"Beating is affection, scolding is love"—that was something said to placate children. Trust that old fo—cough, damn it, why was his heart brimming with gratitude instead?
Still, the Dao Ancestor Lord had treated him so "specially" in person—first the Small Thunder Whip, then those quiet mutterings. He was plainly expressing his support for the Heavenly Court.
The unspoken meaning was nothing more than this:
*I intend to raise up the Heavenly Court. No matter how you stir things up in this Great Cataclysm, the Heavenly Court God Positions