Time flew, and a hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.
During that time, apart from comprehending the Primordial Chaos Great Dao and perfecting his Dao Fruit, Xiao Tian had been refining Innate Spirit Treasures, preparing to give them to his children and daughters-in-law in Perfect World.
Looking back, Xiao Tian suddenly realized that he had not checked on his disciple Sun Wukong for a long time. With a glance, he discovered that the monkey had already been pinned beneath Five-Finger Mountain.
That could be considered a good thing. It was better than dying, at least. Five hundred years of confinement meant five hundred years of tempering his Dao heart. Jade could not become a fine vessel without being carved; this disciple's path had been far too smooth. This tribulation would do him good.
As for his disciple joining the Western Sect, Xiao Tian did not care. Wherever he attained fruition, at least he was living well enough.
The Heavenly Court had no shortage of immortals now, and the Jade Emperor had grown picky. Before the Investiture of the Gods, if he had encountered someone with such powerful divine abilities as Sun Wukong, that brother-in-law Xiao Tian had acquired so cheaply would certainly have shown more patience.
During this period, Zhu Tianpeng and General Juanlian had also begun descending to the Lower Realm, or had been schemed against. It could be considered a form of punishment.
Xiao Tian was speechless. He was still deeply disappointed in his disciple Zhu Tianpeng. When he was banished to the Lower Realm, he had yet to break through to great Luo golden immortal, and had even let General Juanlian surpass him.
As for General Juanlian, that was merely a ruse of suffering to win trust. The Jade Emperor resented the Western Sect's