Chapter 480 The Stars Return to Their Places
"Go ahead." As long as it's not excessive, Chang Hao is willing to satisfy this poor Ziwu.
"Your Majesty, I would like to request that the ancestral graves of the human race be moved to Hongmeng, so that I may remember the way I came from, and so that the people may have something to remember." Ziwu was also at his wit's end. At least he could bring the ancestral graves here, so that these heartless relatives and friends who were about to ascend to heaven would remember that the remains of their ancestors were in Hongmeng, and that they would not forget the way they came from after living a carefree life for too long.
"Yes, I grant your permission." Chang Hao thought about it. This wasn't a big deal. He could just give it to them. At worst, some treasures might be buried in the tombs.
As soon as Chang Hao finished speaking, all the tombs erected by the human race in the prehistoric world over several eras were moved from the prehistoric world to the Hongmeng Realm.
As the tomb appeared, Chang Hao was enveloped in a brilliant light, and the ministers listed on the Investiture of the Gods were also bathed in divine light...
It's all gone, everything's gone...
Seeing that his familiar king, grandfather, and important ministers were all gone, Ziwu burst into tears. "Your Majesty, your old ministers are still here," Jiang Ziya comforted Ziwu, who was now the king, saying that they were all pitiful people who had been abandoned.
"What good are you now? You're already so old." Ziwu felt more and more sorrowful. He had almost turned from a fan to a hater of the king he admired and worshipped. Being deceived like this was truly heartbreaking; words like "heartbreaking" were not enough to describe it.
Looking around, the ministers all had calm expressions. They were all in the know, so he was the only one who was confused.
This is outrageous! His Majesty is dangling the reward right in front of him, making him constantly exert himself and eagerly anticipate the reward.
The result was that he was 'rewarded' with this mess of responsibility. What a beautiful woman, what a poisonous heart! Your Majesty, you have no heart!
Ziwu completely dispelled the allure of physical beauty. What use is beauty? His grandfather was right; good character is the most important thing.
Deeper within, the corrupted Ziwu sharpens his blade; some are alive, yet already dead.
"If you really miss them, you can try your best to govern Hongmeng well. If you can ascend to heaven in broad daylight with your merits, you will definitely be able to join the ranks of immortals directly." Jiang Ziya began to make empty promises against his conscience. The Human Emperor cannot cultivate the Tao, but His Majesty can. However, His Majesty is the Heavenly Emperor who descended to earth to undergo tribulation, so it cannot be generalized.
Many people have been misled by the undeniable belief that the Human Emperor could not cultivate Tao.
Ziwu seemed to understand; it made sense.
"Why don't we build them a cenotaph and hold regular sacrifices? They'll appreciate our remembrance, and perhaps they'll come to visit you from time to time," Jiang Ziya suggested.
Ziwu's eyes lit up. What a great idea! Who says only the dead can have graves? With graves, the connection won't be broken. They can offer incense regularly, so we shouldn't forget them.
Records of the Grand Historian: Emperor Xin of the Human Emperor abdicated the throne to Prince Wu of the Human Emperor during a grand sacrificial ceremony. Prince Wu, with tears in his eyes, swore that day that he would diligently govern the country, live up to the hopes of the people and the trust of his ancestors, and work together with all his ministers to assist him. At Lishan, Yang Jian, having received Chang Hao's warrant, looked up and saw the Heavenly Emperor leading the stars back to their positions, the sun, moon, and stars shining brightly together.
“Mother, the time has come. Now that I serve in the Heavenly Court, I should go with the other officials of the Heavenly Realm to welcome the Heavenly Emperor back to his throne. You should reflect on your actions here and strive to see through the illusions and leave Lishan as soon as possible. My sister and I are looking forward to that day.” Yang Jian knew that his mother had failed the Queen Mother. It was already a blessing from the Heavenly Emperor that she could often come to Lishan to visit Yao Ji.
"Mother knows she was wrong. I have let my sister down. I have no face to see her. Mother is here to reflect on her mistakes. Erlang, do your job well. Mother is fine." Yao Ji was able to leave long ago, but she was willing to stay here.
She could not forgive herself for the harm she had caused Yaochi, nor could she forgive herself for her selfishness that ultimately led to the tragic deaths of her husband and son. If it weren't for her, they would not have suffered such a calamity; it was all her fault.
Yang Jian bid farewell to Yao Ji and left Lishan, heading towards the South Heavenly Gate.
"Second brother, is mother alright?" Yang Chan suddenly appeared outside Lishan, gazing at the forbidden Lishan with eyes full of longing.
"Mother is in good condition," Yang Jian said, not wanting to say more. "Weren't you serving by Nuwa's side? Why did you leave Nuwa's Palace?"
"Her Majesty foresaw the Heavenly Emperor's return to the throne and ordered me to come and present a congratulatory gift," Yang Chan raised her hand so that Yang Jian could see the jade box she was holding. "I have been waiting here on purpose. Second Brother, shall we go together to the South Heavenly Gate to welcome the Heavenly Emperor back?"
"Walk……"
Zixiao Palace
Hongjun stuffed Dijun, who had been tortured by Rahu and repeatedly brought to life, back into his original form.
Di Jun was listless and his eyes were dim. How could there be such a perverted demon? He and Taiyi Xiaoshi were able to escape with their lives from the demon's clutches. It was truly the divine protection of the Great God Pangu.
Hongjun looked down at Dijun, a silent pressure emanating from him. "The Heavenly Emperor has returned to his throne. You should go and greet him. Do you know what to say?"
Di Jun twitched his lips, finding it hard to look directly at the Dao Ancestor. "Why didn't you just say no one is allowed to tattle?"
"Hmm?" Hongjun stared at Dijun with displeasure. Had he not learned his lesson yet? Or was he deliberately trying to complain about him to Chang Hao?
"Di Jun understands." Go to Xiao Shi to complain about Dao Zu? Di Jun crossed the matter off without even thinking.
“If Chang Hao knew, he would be in a difficult position. You don’t want to make things difficult for your son, do you?” Hongjun didn’t think he had been too ruthless. If it weren’t for Dijun’s good status, even his death would not have been enough to vent Hongjun’s anger.
"Yes." Di Jun muttered to himself, wondering if it was too late to start worrying now, since he hadn't shown any mercy when he dealt with him before.
Hongjun was satisfied and threw Tongtian out of the Six Roots of Purity Bamboo.
Chang Hao is back. Hongjun doesn't want to keep any troublesome outsiders in Zixiao Palace; they're just too annoying.
Tongtian stood up in a daze, not knowing what day it was. His master had not only thrown him into the Bamboo of Six Roots of Purity, but also opened a spacetime array. It was a terrible, utterly tragic situation.
"Tongtian!" Hongjun shouted coldly.
Tongtian shuddered. "Master, your disciple is here."
"Be careful what you say and do, understand?" If Chang Hao hadn't returned, Hongjun would never have let these two off so easily.
If Tongtian and Dijun knew that they had been treated so badly, but Hongjun had only made it 'easy' for them, they would probably burst into tears.
"Yes, Master, I will remember this and will never dare to do it again." Tongtian was unusually well-behaved, but how long he could maintain it was still unknown.
"Step back." Hongjun closed his eyes, too lazy to pay attention to the two.
Tongtian and Dijun exchanged a glance and both gave a wry smile.
After leaving Zixiao Palace, Tongtian finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Dijun, do you know how long we've been imprisoned?"
“I don’t know,” Di Jun shook his head, “but Xiao Shi has returned to his place.”
“No wonder,” Tongtian stretched his limbs, “I have to find a way to save the Jie Sect.”
He shouldn't bother Chang Hao... Forget it, he'll go bother his second brother instead, making him demand the Jie Sect's fortune... Wait a minute...
"How strange..." Tongtian sensed that the fortune of the Jie Sect had not decreased but increased.
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