Xuantian laughed, "Junior Brother, your Jie Sect has tens of thousands of disciples, each with extraordinary cultivation and a strong sense of righteousness. Who could possibly bully them?" Tongtian glanced at Xuantian, his tone almost self-deprecating, and said, "Why do you still laugh at me like this, Senior Brother?" Seeing Xuantian's confusion, Tongtian continued, "When I founded the Jie Sect and built this vast empire, I wholeheartedly wanted to restore the former glory of the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court, where ten thousand demons paid homage. But later, I was burdened by it all. I often secretly lament my naiveté back then. Saints are immortal and indestructible; how could I be so easily swayed by such petty matters?" The endless disputes were a source of unnecessary worry and annoyance, so I rarely interfered in the affairs of the Jie Sect after that, letting things take their course. However, since it was ultimately my creation, I couldn't let it go. This time, during the Investiture of the Gods calamity, my junior brother also wanted to find a way out for it and ensure its safety. "These words surprised Xuan Tian. He hadn't expected Tong Tian to think this way. No wonder he had rarely seen Tong Tian interfere in the affairs of the Jie Sect in recent years, mostly entrusting them to Zhao Gongming of the outer sect, and even the affairs of Jin'ao Island to Duobao, while he himself focused on comprehending the Heavenly Dao.
Xuan Tian asked in confusion, "Junior Brother actually has this idea, which is a good thing. Why are you so hesitant?" But he was lying through his teeth.
Tongtian looked at Xuantian and said, "Regarding the Investiture of the Gods, the Dao Ancestor said: 'Accept your fate.' However, I still cannot let go of these disciples of the Jie Sect. I would appreciate your guidance, Senior Brother." After saying this, Tongtian actually stood up and bowed to Xuantian.
Xuan Tian quickly stepped aside. "Are you kidding me? If I accept your bow, the karma will be huge. What's the point of having tens of thousands of demons and monsters from your Jie Sect, who are all of varying quality, if not on the Investiture of the Gods list? If I accept your bow, I'll have to find a way out for your tens of thousands of demons and monsters. Isn't that just asking for trouble?"
As Xuantian jumped away, he quickly helped Tongtian up, saying, "Junior brother, this matter has put me in a difficult position. The Investiture of the Gods was personally decided by the Dao Ancestor; how can it be changed arbitrarily? However…" Xuantian looked at Tongtian and said, "It's just that there are indeed many uneven individuals among your disciples in the Jie Sect. If we can use this Investiture of the Gods to purify the remaining talents, it wouldn't be a bad thing." Seeing that Xuantian didn't accept his bow, Tongtian sighed inwardly, realizing that the matter hadn't been handled well! But upon hearing Xuantian's next sentence, a thought suddenly struck him, and he realized that this could be done. He then said, "Thank you for your reminder, senior brother. I am deeply grateful for your wise words." He bowed again, this time accepting it without any remorse.
Today's events were somewhat beyond Xuan Tian's original predictions and disrupted some of his plans. Therefore, after discussing some matters with Tong Tian, Xuan Tian left on his own.
When Emperor Xin was born, precious coins fell from the sky.
Last time, we talked about how Xuantian wanted to benefit from the Investiture of the Gods. After talking with Tongtian, he returned to Penglai.
Meanwhile, Xuan Tian, on Penglai Island, was also calculating what would happen next. To gain an advantage in the Investiture of the Gods, he needed to plan carefully. Afterwards, Xuan Tian left Penglai Island and headed straight for the prehistoric world.
Xuan Tian came to the prehistoric world, transforming himself into a scholar, holding a carefree fan (this thing reminds me of Legend), dressed in white, with handsome features, like a refined gentleman in a turbid world.
Xuan Tian, fan in one hand, strolled leisurely along the road leading to Chaoge, the capital of the Shang Dynasty. At this time, Emperor Yi was still in power. Emperor Yi was considered virtuous, and under his rule, the people were simple and honest, and the Shang Dynasty flourished. Upon entering Chaoge, he saw shops lining the streets and people hurrying about—a scene of great prosperity.
The scholar, transformed from Xuan Tian, traveled all the way until he stopped in front of the Shang Kingdom's palace. A purple imperial aura enveloped the entire city of Chaoge, and it was even stronger above the palace, where nine golden dragons could be seen rolling in the sky, invisible to mortals and only visible to those who had reached a certain level of cultivation.
Inside the palace, a flurry of activity was taking place. A man in his thirties, with a square face and an imposing presence, paced back and forth, surrounded by palace maids and eunuchs. His anxiety grew stronger with each passing moment. This man was none other than Emperor Yi.
Since Emperor Yi ascended the throne, two sons had been born in his harem: the elder named Wei Zi Qi, and the younger named Wei Zi Yan. At the end of last year, one of his concubines became pregnant, much to Emperor Yi's delight. Yesterday morning, a palace maid suddenly reported that the concubine was crying out in pain, her water had broken, and it seemed she was in labor. Emperor Yi immediately summoned the imperial physician and arranged for a midwife to assist with the delivery. However, after a whole day of preparation, there was still no sign of labor. Emperor Yi was extremely anxious, fearing something might go wrong, but he couldn't go in to check on her. He could only pace back and forth outside, secretly filled with worry.
Now, Emperor Yi had been a father twice and knew that he couldn't help with childbirth, but he was still unwilling to accept it. The pregnant concubine was the one he loved the most. Since she became pregnant, he had been afraid that she would bump into anything and took care of her in the smallest way. Now that she was giving birth, she encountered a difficult labor. How could Emperor Yi not be anxious?
Just as Emperor Yi was getting anxious, the Nine Dragons Star Crown on his head suddenly lit up, and nine divine dragons flew out with great force, coiling above the imperial city. The faint sound of dragon roars could be heard, which surprised Emperor Yi. He had worn this Nine Dragons Star Crown since he ascended the throne. A long time had passed, and the common people could not remember the origin of this Nine Dragons Star Crown very clearly. Only the royal family still remembered it clearly. They only remembered that this Nine Dragons Star Crown was worn by the emperor. Without this crown, one would not be recognized by the human race. Therefore, Emperor Yi had always worn it, but he did not know what magic this crown contained.
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