Chapter 169: Zhongtian Beiji Ziwei Emperor Nezha has...
There's something wrong with Nezha.
No, not just a little bit, something is wrong.
Ever since the Conferred God Ceremony, Nezha, who always liked to stick with Fu Li, suddenly disappeared from her life.
Fu Li called him via video, but he didn't answer. He just sent a message back saying that he needed to go into seclusion for a while to improve his skills.
It’s strange, really strange, there is a time when Nezha would go into seclusion on his own initiative?
But Fu Li couldn't care less about that for the moment, she had to deal with the important matters first.
At this time, Fu Li had already been granted an honorable position, just like what she had said half-seriously and half-jokingly to Luo Xuan once - with my cultivation and talent, I should at least be granted the title of Emperor, right?
Shen Gongbao, following the will of Heaven and the order of the sage, conferred the title of "Ziwei Emperor of the North Pole of the Sky" on the third-generation disciple of Jiejiao, the chief disciple of Mount Emei, and the master of Penglai Island. He was the chief of the Four Emperors under the Emperor of Heaven, commanding the stars, controlling the underworld, governing the four symbols, and judging ghosts and gods.
Most importantly, they have the right to participate in the formulation of the order of heaven and earth.
With this position, it is very easy to overthrow the Emperor of Heaven.
Fu Li was not polite at all. On the first day of her ascension to the throne, she summoned all the newly appointed gods to the Ziwei Imperial Palace to pay homage to her and attend a court meeting.
If she were an ordinary newcomer, she would naturally be cautious, gradually gathering power, and then finally assess the situation and decide whether to submit to the Emperor of Heaven or to sideline him.
But is she ordinary?
There are 360 gods in heaven, more than 200 of whom are disciples of the Xuanmen sect, and another 70 to 80 are former officials of the Shang and Zhou dynasties.
After Fu Li was granted the title of Emperor Ziwei, he immediately sent recruitment offers to Emperor Xin and Ji Kao, hiring them to serve as his left and right assistants respectively.
Both of them agreed, and naturally the old ministers of Shang and Zhou boarded her ship.
After all, compared to Haotian, whom they didn't know at all, the Holy King of Shu, who they grew up listening to legends about, certainly felt more familiar to them.
Since our king (eldest son) has voted, there is no need for us to be pretentious. Just vote along with him.
Given the Saint King’s track record of employing people, as long as someone has talent, would he still be afraid of being at a disadvantage?
With almost 90% of the power in the entire Heavenly Court on her side, why would she bow down to the Emperor of Heaven? Did she have a special hobby of being humble and subservient?
Of course she didn't!
Therefore, the Ziwei Emperor, who was clearly a newcomer, became the one with bad intentions to the Lord Haotian.
He summoned all the ministers, held a grand court meeting, redefined the laws of heaven, and united the people.
Fu Li did everything a Heavenly Emperor should do, and the real Heavenly Emperor was left aside, left helpless and furious.
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"Outrageous! Outrageous!"
Haotian kicked over the desk in the Lingxiao Palace, scattering pens, inkstones, jade treasures, and other playthings. The few celestial officials and maidens in the palace stood far away, claiming they dared not disturb the Emperor, but in reality, they were just trying to avoid being caught in the crossfire.
After venting his anger, Haotian asked angrily, "Where is Taibai Jinxing?"
Everyone looked at each other, no one dared to step forward, no one wanted to offend.
Seeing this, Haotian sneered and pointed at a familiar person: "You, come forward and answer."
The general's pupils trembled. He wanted to refuse, but he dared not. He could only curse "bad luck" inwardly and stepped forward, his face respectful. "Your Majesty, Taibai Jinxing received a summons from the Purple Palace Emperor early this morning and went to attend court."
After he finished speaking, he quickly lowered his head, held his breath, tried to reduce his presence as much as possible, and prepared to accept the wrath of the Emperor of Heaven.
But unexpectedly, Haotian suddenly became quiet. After a long while, he asked calmly, "What's your name?"
The general was surprised in his heart, but did not show it on his face. He was filled with pure joy and excitement, the kind of joy and excitement that comes from suddenly being valued by a big leader, mixed with disbelief.
"Little Immortal...Little Immortal Zhuo Shi, formerly served in the Pixiang Palace."
Since when did a guard of the Pixiang Palace become qualified to come to the Lingxiao Palace to listen to the announcement?
Haotian laughed at himself, and suddenly lost interest. He forced himself to say, "From today on, I appoint you as the General of the Curtain, and you will be my attendant."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" The newly appointed General Curtain had a look of joy on his face but a bitter heart as he received sympathetic and complicated looks from all directions.
The source of those gazes were all his colleagues. Their cultivation was not very high, so they defected to the Heavenly Court early, preparing to take a gamble and become the confidant of the Emperor of Heaven.
Who would have thought that in this ancient world, everything would be in vain if one did not have enough cultivation.
Even though the Heavenly Palace was empty at that time and the Emperor of Haotian was just an empty shell, people still looked down on them and let them be scattered around as guards. If there were any outstanding people, they would be assigned to the Lingxiao Palace and the Pixiang Palace to serve as the facade.
When it comes to the calamity of Conferred Gods, the ones who are most dissatisfied are definitely this group of people who failed in their speculation.
Now that the new god has ascended to heaven, the originally empty heaven is suddenly bustling with people, and it looks like what a heaven should look like.
Unfortunately, these things seemed to have nothing to do with Haotian or the others. They followed the monarchs they admired and ascended to heaven, not taking Haotian, the legitimate Emperor of Heaven, seriously at all.
At the afternoon sun, Taibai Jinxing returned. The Lingxiao Palace was brightly lit, yet empty. The celestial generals and jade maidens had been driven out by Haotian. Only he sat alone on the Nine Dragons and Nine Phoenix Chair, his elbows resting on the table, his bony left hand supporting his chin, as if he had become a statue.
Taibai Jinxing walked in cautiously, holding his breath as much as possible. He walked all the way to the center of the hall, took a deep breath, and bowed, "Old minister Taibai Jinxing, I pay my respects to His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven."
Haotian didn't move at all, let alone pay any attention to him.
Taibai Jinxing remained in the posture of bowing, frozen in place, but couldn't help but complain in his heart: "Didn't you ask me to go and get the news? Why are you unhappy now that I actually went?"
The two were deadlocked for a long time, and finally Haotian, who was short of manpower, compromised first.
The man pretended to have just woken up and opened his confused eyes. After a moment, he regained focus and said apologetically, "Xingjun is back? How is it? How is it over there?"
He went straight to the point, as if the person who had just deliberately ignored Taibai Jinxing didn't exist.
Taibai Jinxing had no intention of arguing with him. His expression was solemn as he said, "If we say that the gods initially gathered at Ziwei Star Palace, there were various reasons for this. But after today, the gods have returned to their loyalty. Your Majesty, we have lost the opportunity."
"Yes, the opportunity has been lost." Haotian smiled bitterly and sat dejectedly on the throne, as if his soul had been sucked away. He muttered, "Just a few days ago, I was full of confidence and felt that I could control everything.
It turns out that I was never the one who truly controlled everything. I'm afraid that in the eyes of Emperor Ziwei, I'm just a clown, and he probably laughs at me in his heart."
A few days ago, Fuli went to heaven and discussed with him sincerely and humbly, wanting to place all the scattered immortals from Penglai in the heavenly palace to serve as auxiliary gods for the upcoming 360 gods.
Haotian agreed.
At that time, he had never imagined that Fu Li could beg him in heaven while winning over the righteous gods who were about to take office in the mortal world.
According to Haotian's speculation, Fuli had arranged for the Penglai immortals to be auxiliary gods in advance in order to compete with the righteous gods for power in the future. The righteous gods and the auxiliary gods were naturally in opposition.
Especially after Fu Li left Heaven, she immediately went to West Kunlun to see the Queen Mother, which made Haotian even more certain of his speculation.
Who would have thought that he was so flexible and thoughtful, trying to grasp both ends and do both well?
At this moment, a jade slip flew over and stopped in front of Haotian. Haotian raised his hand and pointed, and the voice of the Queen Mother of the West rang out, "I have lived in Kunlun for a long time and have long been accustomed to it. The Heavenly Palace is high and cold, and I am afraid that the immortals of the Yaochi will find it difficult to adapt."
This was a rejection of his alliance's invitation.
Haotian suddenly slammed the jade slip to the ground, took a deep breath, stood up and said, "For the time being, I'll trouble you, Star Lord, to pay more attention to the affairs of the Heavenly Palace. I need to go to the Thirty-three Heavens and enter the Purple Cloud Palace to pay my respects to the Dao Ancestor."
After he finished speaking, his figure flashed, and the imperial robe and crown turned into a green Taoist robe. He strode out of the Lingxiao Palace and flew towards the Thirty-three Heavens.
Far away at Lingshan in Xiniu Hezhou, the Three Pure Ones, who were discussing Taoism with the Two Saints from the West, suddenly opened their eyes and looked in the direction of Zixiao Palace.
Tongtian Patriarch chuckled, stood up and said, "My two Patriarchs, my two brothers, I'm sorry to leave you."
After saying this, he took a step forward and came from Lingshan to Primal Chaos. When Haotian entered Zixiao Palace, he suddenly discovered that Tongtian Sect Master, who was supposed to be at Lingshan, was actually sitting quietly below Daozu, smiling at him.
Haotian's heart tightened, and the momentum he had before coming here instantly lost most of its momentum. Fortunately, he was also a bit shrewd, and he bowed calmly and said, "Disciple Haotian, I greet the master, and I greet Senior Brother Tongtian."
Daozu, with his five hearts facing the sky, sat upright on the cloud bed and uttered only one word lightly: "Rise."
"Thank you, Master." Haotian felt uneasy. He felt that Daozu seemed even more indifferent than the last time he came.
Thinking of the "harmony of Dao" that he had heard by chance, Haotian's eyelids jumped and his heart sank: Could it be that the Taoist Patriarch really became one with the Heavenly Dao?
He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and said with a bow, "The gods in heaven have returned to their positions. I have come to submit my instructions and ask for the guidance of the Taoist Master."
Daozu said calmly: "The secrets of heaven will take their own time. You don't need to ask me again in the future. You can leave now."
Haotian was extremely unwilling, but he didn't dare to disobey, so he had to retreat worriedly.
Tongtian's smile immediately faded, and he stepped forward to support Daozu with concern: "Teacher, how do you feel?"
In fact, Haotian's guess was correct; Daozu Hongjun had indeed already achieved Dao. The reason why Tongtian Patriarch rushed over when he learned that Haotian was about to enter Zixiao Palace was because Daozu's own consciousness was struggling with the Heavenly Dao.
He was willing to sacrifice himself to be in harmony with the Dao and make up for the deficiencies of this world, but he was unwilling to completely destroy his own consciousness and become a puppet of the Dao.
Hongjun can be the way of heaven, but the way of heaven cannot be Hongjun.
After a long time, Daozu finally opened his eyes and shook his head weakly: "It's still a stalemate, no one can do anything to anyone else."
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