Haotian feared that Yao Ji would be plotted against and was unwilling to let her leave. But what he did not know was that even if he kept Yao Ji penned in, what was meant to come would still come!
Rejected by Haotian, Yao Ji returned to her own Tianhua Palace with a long face. She looked at the Daoist seated on a cushion, sat across from him, and said dejectedly.
"Daoist Youlian, my brother will not agree to let me travel outside."
"Tell me more about the wondrous treasures and beautiful sights throughout the Primordial World."
"Princess Yao Ji, hearing tales can only stir the imagination. In the end, it cannot compare to seeing them with your own eyes. Kunlun's mysteries, Spirit Mountain's prosperity, Golden Turtle Island's Myriad Immortals Paying Homage—none can be described by words."
Daoist Youlian shook his head.
The reason Yao Ji wanted to travel was not truly because her cultivation had reached a bottleneck and she wished to seek an opportunity for breakthrough. Rather, after the Flat Peach banquet, Daoist Youlian had entered Tianhua Palace and continuously described the flourishing splendor and mystic wonders of the Primordial World to her, filling her heart with longing.
"Princess, though the Heavenly Emperor does not approve of your travels, that does not mean they cannot be done. After all, your feet are your own. Besides, this poor Daoist believes the Heavenly Emperor's attention is occupied with wrestling against the gods of the Jie Sect..."
"You mean you want me to secretly leave the Heavenly Court and descend to the lower realm?"
Yao Ji stared at Daoist Youlian, her lively eyes slowly widening.
"Exactly."
"That would not be good, would it..."
Southern Heavenly Gate.
Growth Heavenly King Mo Liqing, who was on duty, sat idly upon a cloud