Chapter 83 The New Lord of Heaven◇

◎Sent 1,800 apprentices to command◎

Kunpeng was heartbroken for the second time in Kunlun Mountain. Saddened, he could not go to Heaven again with his loyal disciple, so he had to return to his hometown, Beihai, to go into seclusion.

On the other hand, the Heavenly Court, with its boss dead, was leaderless and had no time to bother with him, so they got caught up in the dispute themselves. Apart from the dead Fuxi, Ji Meng, Luwu and others, there were still many core figures left in the Heavenly Court.

Taiyi didn't care about anything, and several demon gods such as Bai Ze, Shang Yang, Jiuying, etc. were unwilling to submit to each other. They all wanted to become the Emperor of Heaven. From then on, the Heavenly Court fell into chaos and disputes.

Various forces began to fight each other, and after hundreds of years, everyone came to their senses.

They seem a bit like the war between the Lich and the Warlock back then!

Then I felt a chill on my back, and I knew I couldn't fight anymore. If I continued, I would be the first to die.

There was still some camaraderie among them as they had all served under Emperor Jun, so it was easy for them to shake hands and make peace. They gathered together and quickly came up with a solution.

We are all smart people, but we can't be like those rough guys from the Wu clan who end up getting themselves into trouble. We should invite Donghuang back to take charge of the situation.

Hello, I'm fine, everyone is fine!

A group of people dressed in white ran to the gate of Sun Star to mourn, trying to move Taiyi out. Taiyi used a magic to start another fire, and from then on Sun Star returned to its former tranquility.

If the Sun doesn’t work, the Moon should be fine, right?

Although the Queen Mother killed the Emperor of Heaven, that was their own business. Husband and wife are one body. We, his subjects, are the property left by the Emperor of Heaven. As his wife, shouldn't he want to inherit it?

When they arrived at Taiyin Star, there was another burst of ghost howling. Xihe was in seclusion and did not come out, so it was not disturbed. However, Chang Xi burst into tears.

Chang Xi looked unhappy.

My brother-in-law just died and I'm so happy! Are you trying to bring bad luck by crying at my doorstep?

I don't mind letting you have some bad luck first!

The demon clan was at their wit's end again, and finally thought of Nuwa, the leader of the demon clan.

Who is more suitable to be in charge of heaven than a saint?

What's more, the Wu clan has fled to the underworld, and the entire prehistoric world is ruled by our demon clan. With the leadership of the saint, it may be even more prosperous than when Emperor Jun was here.

They all ran to Buzhou Mountain.

Nuwa lost her brother in the battle with the Wu clan, and the head of the Heavenly Court lost his eldest son. When the two met, they cried before they even spoke. They hugged each other and cried for a long time. After comforting each other, Bai Ze, who was elected by everyone for his best eloquence, explained his purpose:

"The Heavenly Court is now leaderless, so we invite the Saint to take over the Heavenly Court!"

The tears in Nuwa's eyes disappeared without a trace in an instant, and she almost turned around and left.

My brother died for Di Jun. We have a grudge against each other. It’s good enough that I don’t add insult to injury. You still want me to take over Di Jun’s mess. Does a saint look so much like a resentful person?

Nuwa closed the Wahuang Palace and stopped the officials from the Heavenly Court from entering.

The demon clan was not discouraged and set up camp on Mount Buzhou. With the experience of the previous two times, Nuwa's attitude towards them was almost like a spring breeze. They believed that as long as they let Nuwa see their sincerity, sooner or later, the saint Nuwa would be moved.

Entering the heaven and leading the demon race to a new peak is not a dream!

Mount Buzhou is not like the Sun Star and the Moon Star, which are not the territory of Taiyi Changxi alone. There are also many demons and humans who are vassals of Nuwa living on the mountain. It is not easy for Nuwa to drive people out of Mount Buzhou directly, so she can only let them wait for a long time at the gate of the Nuwa Palace.

As time went by, many demons and humans who were attached to Nuwa started to spread rumors:

Lord Fuxi has passed away, and Nuwa is a saintly figure. Is she about to start a second spring? That's why there are so many people gathered outside the Wa Palace, all wanting to be the son-in-law of the Wa Palace...

Nuwa almost vomited blood after hearing this, and she refused to become the new Emperor of Heaven. Di Jun's brother and wife had not taken over yet, and now she was the one who inherited it. Maybe those who didn't know the inside story would spread the rumor that she and Di Jun were having an affair, which would be so embarrassing!

Nuwa was left with no choice but to go to the Zixiao Palace and ask Hongjun to find a new master for the Heavenly Palace.

Nuwa's arrival reminded Hongjun. Hongjun turned around and discussed with Tiandao, and directly summoned the remaining five saints and Kong Shuang to Zixiao Palace.

Everyone gathered together, so before they could finish paying their respects to Hongjun on the high lotus throne, Zhunti saw Kong Shuang, who looked very comfortable, pulling at Tongtian's sleeves, and laughed heartily:

"What are you doing here? This is the place of a saint, the palace of the Taoist Patriarch. How can a mere Daluo Jinxian like you be allowed to set foot here?"

After saying this, I felt refreshed all over.

Thinking about it, Zhunti and Kong Shuang had been fighting for so many years, this was the first time that Zhunti had an absolute advantage over Kong Shuang on a certain topic, leaving Kong Shuang speechless.

Kong Shuang's eyes slid over him, and he bowed to Hongjun above him with a smile, and then bowed with the others: "Greetings to the Taoist Ancestor."

Then he cleared his throat and said bluntly, "I still remember that no one could compare to you, Zhunti, in your devotion to the Dao Ancestor. Now that you've become a saint, has Zixiao Palace really become your western territory?"

Jie Yin glanced at Zhunti, pulled him to apologize to Hongjun, and complained inwardly: When it comes to bickering, when have you ever won against Kong Shuang? How confident are you!

Kong Shuang added fuel to the fire: "That's right, the saint is the disciple of Daozu, and the Purple Sky Palace is named Zhun!"

Zhunti finally realized which surname was Zhun?

Zhunti never dared to think that the Zixiao Palace would one day have his own surname. To put it bluntly, even if Hongjun could not bear it anymore and eloped with Tiandao one day, the ones who would inherit the Zixiao Palace would be Hongjun's direct descendants, the Three Pure Ones. If the Three Pure Ones did not want it, then the Eastern cultivator Nuwa would benefit.

The West cannot benefit from this!

He was so frightened that cold sweats broke out, and he fell to his knees with a thud: "Teacher, please forgive me!"

Hongjun glanced at Kong Shuang meaningfully, then raised his hand slightly, and a breeze lifted Zhunti up. He scolded him, "You are already a saint, why do you kneel down all day long? You are making a fool of yourself!"

Zhunti was stunned, then stood up with a silly smile. He quickly realized that the teacher was helping him to squeeze Kong Shuang. He knew that the teacher had seen all his dedication to the teacher over the years...

Zhunti couldn't help but look at Kong Shuang with pride.

Kong Shuang, the "other person" who was watching the joke, had no sense of self-awareness at all and calmly sat down with Sanqing.

The seating order is still very familiar, with the Three Pure Ones on the left and Nuwa and two people from the West on the right. This was also the arrangement when everyone had not yet become saints.

But the point is that except for you, Kong Shuang, all the people present here are saints. Why can you still sit in the middle? Zhunti smiled again and was about to speak when he was suddenly pulled down by Jie Yin.

He looked at his brother in confusion and saw helplessness in Jie Yin's eyes.

You should be a little more self-aware of your eloquence!

The intrigues below were endless, and Hongjun found it fascinating. Secretly, he wanted to watch for a while longer, but he couldn't bear the urging of the Heavenly Dao, so he spoke: "Please come, everyone. At Nuwa's request, we will find a new master for the Heavenly Court. We will also make Hou Tu a saint and lead the Wu clan to retreat to the underworld. In the future, the prehistoric world will be under the control of the Heavenly Court."

After he finished speaking, Zhunti hissed subconsciously, somewhat unable to believe it. You know, in the past, when the Heavenly Court controlled the sky and the Witch Clan controlled the earth, and they almost defeated his West when they did not interfere with each other, and now that the Heaven and the Earth were in charge together, didn't they really want to defeat his West?

He quickly looked at the Three Pure Ones opposite him, and immediately thought that the position of the Lord of Heaven must not fall into the hands of Dongfang again, otherwise Lingshan would have to change its name!

Jie Yin had the same idea as him and said, "I wonder if the teacher has any candidate in mind?" Followed by Zhunti's shining eyes.

Kong Shuang knew who would eventually get this position. He gently tugged at the corner of his robe with his hand under his sleeve, raised his chin slightly, and gave a look.

Tongtian followed her gaze and his eyes fell on Haotian Yaochi who was quietly serving beside her.

The two men lowered their heads, looking clueless.

On the other side, Zhunti was eager to try and almost used all her strength to try to attract Hongjun's attention.

Hongjun glanced at him and said with a smile: "A saint is trying to achieve the great Dao, so he shouldn't be tainted by the worldly disputes!"

Kong Shuang chuckled softly and said, "The other saints' disciples may not know, but if Saint Zhunti can really calm down and learn to handle government affairs like the old Emperor Jun, it can be regarded as cleansing his mind, which is a good thing."

The naked and heart-piercing words made Zhunti glare at her in shame and anger, but was suppressed by Jie Yin again, who said:

"Suffering a loss is a blessing! Let the girl go. She won't get the big advantage anyway."

This made Zhunti feel very aggrieved. Whose brother are you? If Kong Shuang didn't have thick hair and a dense hairline, he would have doubted who was his biological brother.

Hongjun ignored the quarrel between the two Western brothers and turned to look at Kong Shuang: "Kong Shuang, in terms of qualifications and cultivation in the prehistoric world, no one is more suitable than you."

Zhunti was dumbfounded, and Jie Yin was also dumbfounded. He didn't expect that he had the ability of a crow's mouth.

Even though he was very knowledgeable, he couldn't help but show a bit of surprise on his face, and looked at Kong Shuang beside him with a complicated expression.

Nuwa, who was sitting next to Kong Shuang, was pleasantly surprised. Seeing Zhunti's determined look, she really thought that Hongjun was really going to let Zhunti take the throne. If Zhunti became the new Emperor of Heaven, she would be extremely unhappy and was ready to run to the Sun Star to tie Taiyi up as well.

After all, the Heavenly Palace was built by Emperor Jun and Taiyi. Now that the original owner is back, I don’t believe that you, Zhunti, can stay here with such a thick face.

But Kong Shuang is different. He angrily confronted Zhunti Jie Yin in Zixiao Palace and almost snatched away Zhunti Jie Yin's Hongmeng Purple Qi. Although the unlucky ghost failed to possess him, he still had a good reputation.

In terms of seniority and cultivation, he is also the best among the three thousand people in Zixiao Palace, not to mention the achievement points that defeated Di Jun.

More importantly, they have a backer, so they don't have to worry about the Wu clan's roughnecks provoking another war.

The protagonist Kong Shuang's originally smiling face suddenly fell. He had just helped Zhunti squeeze her, and now he wanted to recruit her? Beating her with a stick and then giving her a sweet date, she would not buy it.

She didn't believe that the heaven was so kind as to let her be the new emperor of heaven to rule the world. Don't think she couldn't guess that most of the people on the list of gods in future generations would be disciples of Jiejiao, and she had a close relationship with Jiejiao. It would be even more natural for the disciples of Jiejiao to be on the list of gods at that time.

Although most of the ministers in Heaven were still alive after the second catastrophe, and there was no problem in maintaining the operation of Heaven, it did not mean that the third catastrophe would not come.

Zhunti's face became even uglier. He originally thought that his teacher was moved by him and was helping him to gain face in front of Kong Shuang, but he didn't expect that his teacher had already decided to give the position of the new Emperor of Heaven to Kong Shuang.

Give a sweet date and a slap!

Seeing Kong Shuang hesitate for a long time without answering, Hongjun began to urge: "Kong Shuang, what do you think?"

After saying this, the pressure in the hall piled up.

Tongtian frowned and was about to speak, but Kong Shuang pulled his clothes again and shook his head slightly.

If I refuse directly, it seems that I will not give face to the Taoist Ancestor.

Kong Shuang had a terrible headache, but Hongjun felt much relieved in his heart. He looked at the two of them with a smile that he couldn't stop.

This was the first time he had seen Kong Shuang after his rebirth. As far as he could remember, the last time he had seen her was a long time ago, spanning the long river of time. A lot of things had changed in the meantime.

He had been reborn and could no longer remember the exact time, but he still remembered the time when she had curled her lips in a sneer, calling him half teasingly and half mockingly: "Daoyou Hongjun——"

At that time, he was imprisoned and had no time to take care of himself. Although she was younger than him by who knows how many generations, in the prehistoric world, people only considered strength regardless of generation, so he could only grit his teeth and accept this address.

If I don’t take revenge now, when will I take revenge?

Suddenly, Kong Shuang's eyes lit up, and a plan came to mind. He raised his head, clasped his fists towards Hongjun, and smiled sweetly:

"Of course I'm willing, but I've always had a grudge against Emperor Jun, and many of his subordinates are my defeated enemies, making them difficult to command. I've heard that the Western Saint has highly accomplished disciples. Could you please send me 1,800 of them to command?"