Chapter 228 - 227: Hao Tian’s Solution

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Chapter 228: Chapter 227: Hao Tian’s Solution Queen Mother Yaochi glanced at the group of fairies around her, all so overheated that they could no longer maintain their composure, and her displeasure was evident. She directly activated the array of the Turquoise Pool, enveloping it in a blue glow to shield it. In the Palace of the Polestar, Hao Tian looked down at the sweaty, wretched faces of his subordinates and felt deeply irritated. Even with his cultivation, he could feel the oppressive heat—how much worse must it be for his underlings? But now, he had no time to concern himself with these people. Raising his head, he stared at the ever-expanding Sun and desperately mobilized the Heavenly Emperor’s Authority, attempting to further strengthen the seal. Alas, it was like a pony trying to pull a massive cart—while it helped, the effect was minimal. On the other side, a colossal Goddess’ Dharma Form manifested across the entire Heavenly Court, using an embracing gesture to suppress the Taiyin Star against her chest. Though this situation was somewhat better than that of the Sun Star, Heng E’s control over the Taiyin Star fell far short of Changxi’s, and the Taiyin Star, sealed and suppressed for countless years, was merely a hair’s breadth away from completely erupting. At this moment, from the Heavenly River, Bian Zhuang gazed at the giant Goddess’ Dharma Form embracing the Taiyin Star in the distance, and a strange gleam flickered in his eyes. Hao Tian, utterly flustered by now, had no idea what to do. After all, this was his first time serving as the Heavenly Emperor—he had been nothing more than a doorman for the Daoist Ancestor in the past. All his attempts to halt the Sun Star’s energy expansion failed. Worse, his suppression appeared to provoke the Sun Star, fueling its fury like pouring oil on a raging fire. In the end, left with no options, he had to seek help. His first choice for aid was Lord in Li Hen Heaven. But when he snuck over alone, he wasn’t even let in the door. Lord’s duty here was a courtesy to the Daoist Ancestor, not to clean up Hao Tian’s mess. When things were calm, Hao Tian was sidelined for fear he might pose a threat. But now, in times of crisis, he was expected to beg for help? Wishful thinking. Thus, Hao Tian stood outside, listless and at a loss. This was a mess he had created; he had to solve it himself. Otherwise, it would only affirm the Daoist Ancestor’s perception of his incompetence. "You, Hao Tian, ascended to your position with no achievements to your name and instead merely create disasters. Perhaps you aren’t fit to remain as the Heavenly Emperor after all!" If the Daoist Ancestor were to utter such words, it would be tantamount to a death sentence for him. To Hao Tian, the position of Heavenly Emperor signified more than just power—it was an integral part of his cultivation path. The "Dao of Sovereignty" he pursued had already allowed him to sever the first of the Three Corpses, the "Human Emperor," with the second being the "Earth Emperor." If he could sever his current "Heavenly Emperor," then once the Three Corpses unified, could Saintly Ascension remain out of reach? With his station as Heavenly Emperor, he could even surpass the other Saints. By then, within the entire Primordial Realm, his status would fall below only that of the Daoist Ancestor! Thus, the position of Heavenly Emperor was one he absolutely could not lose! He lingered at the gates of Doushuai Temple for half a day, but instead of Lord, he was met with the jeers of Jin Jiao and Silver Horn. "Jin Jiao, that Heavenly Emperor is at our gates again, playing doorman for Doushuai Temple!" "Heh, if he’s so interested in the job, we could gladly let him take over." "Hee hee, even if we agreed, Lord would never consent. He can’t stand the likes of him working the gate." Hao Tian inwardly dismissed Jin Jiao and Silver Horn entirely—they were mere attendants, nobodies who relied on Lord’s favor to prattle nonsense. But it’s said that humans are natural hypocrites—switching places strips them of the ability to empathize with their former selves. How was his current plight any different from that of Di Jun and Taiyi in those days? Was he not just a fire-stoking, fan-waving, gatekeeping attendant himself in his early days? In the end, Lord ignored Hao Tian entirely. Subsequently, an idea dawned upon Hao Tian. Putting on a display. Hao Tian’s movements this time were grand in scale: a Nine Dragon Chariot, Divine Women Scattering Flowers, Radiance Filling the Skies—the entire Heavenly Court turned out in full support. Immortals such as the Barefoot Immortal, Gold Star Taibai, and even the Longevity Star trooped along with great fanfare. With all the pomp in place, he made a spectacle of traveling to Kunlun Mountain, intending to pressure Yuanshi Tianzun—his years as the Heavenly Emperor had imparted some small political savvy. "Look, I’ve done everything in my power. If things aren’t resolved, it isn’t for lack of effort; my heart is still with the Primordial Realm." A grand entourage of deities marched mightily toward Kunlun Mountain in the Primordial Land. But Yuanshi Tianzun, one of the Six Saints, wasn’t one to bow to such tactics. "If you want to wait, you can wait at the gates," he declared. Even Child Bai He didn’t make an appearance at the entrance. Hao Tian, however, did not retreat. He considered this maneuver a Yang strategy: if Yuanshi intervened, it meant cleaning up his mess; if he refused, it painted the Saint as shirking responsibility. It could be said that Hao Tian, as Heavenly Emperor, had become rather obsessed with his scheming. Yuanshi Tianzun, irritated by Hao Tian’s blockade at the gates, simply went into seclusion to cultivate. The two sides stalemated at Kunlun Mountain, with the Sun above growing ever more intense. Meanwhile— Shen Gongbao, who should have been on the battlefield at Mengjin, had instead snuck into the Longevity Hall where Nanji Immortal resided within Yuxu Palace. After a brief investigation with his pitch-black eyes, he located Nanji Immortal’s most prized possession—a pure life essence accumulated over countless Yuan Hui. He replaced it with tendrils of dark mist and swiftly departed from Yuxu Palace, leaving no sign that anything had happened. ... At this moment, the massive Sun had begun to affect the living beings across the Primordial Land. Nezha gazed at the expanding Sun and couldn’t help but recall the apocalyptic scene of the Ten Suns scorching the skies in ancient times. Both Shang and Zhou had completely ceased hostilities by now. They had no choice—the soldiers were on the verge of dehydration, and their armor and weapons were scalding hot, rendering battle utterly impossible. To prevent massive casualties among their troops, the immortals from both sides reluctantly set up grand arrays to shield against the Sun Star’s scorching heat. Nezha, during this period, was exhausted, frequently returning to Nantang to oversee cooling measures. The common folk of West Zhou had taken drastic measures—digging pits and burrowing into Qi Mountain to escape the heat. The Yin Shang dynasty suffered the most. Not only were they already struggling on all fronts in the war, but now the celestial anomaly had fueled rampant rumors, accusing Yin Shou of indulging in cultivation and defying the heavens, provoking divine punishment. Fortunately, Yin Shou’s reputation among the upper echelons remained decent. While the rumors rattled the people’s morale, they had little effect on him personally. Besides, he had no time to spare for such distractions. For he was at the most critical juncture of his life! Not an examination! But Yin Shou’s Immortal Ascension Tribulation! Despite cultivating for over thirty years, even Yin Shou couldn’t contain his excitement at this moment. He felt an undeniable urge to share the news with someone. That someone was Jiang Ziya, the Great Sage Master Li Nezha. Unfortunately, it had been many years since they last met. But no matter—once he achieved Immortal Ascension, they would inevitably meet again. As for Yin Shang? If it perished, so be it. By then, he would have become an immortal with longevity and mastery over Moving Mountains and Inverting Seas. Rebuilding Yin Shang would be a trivial task. The Taiping Palace, built years ago under the direction of the Great Sage Master, had been renamed the Star-picking Tower after Nezha’s departure. Since Nezha had personally designed it, Yin Shou intended to ascend there, under the watchful eyes of Chaoge’s tens of thousands of citizens. He wanted the people of Great Shang to know—what did it matter if the frontlines were failing? What did it matter if divine punishment was upon them? Their Great King was an immortal!

Chapter 228 - 227: Hao Tian’s Solution

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