Chapter 111 Punishing the Sinful Immortals, and He, the True Ruler.
Mingguang's deliberately lowered voice was extremely damaging to Bitao.
Especially when it was sent directly to her mind and consciousness, her whole body felt weak.
Fortunately, she was sitting down. If she were standing, her weak legs, which she couldn't muster any strength for, would definitely cause her to stumble.
She looked down at herself; the style of her dress today... wasn't much different from what she usually wore.
Mingguang, a man who never utters idle words and is overly serious and strict, was secretly whispering sweet nothings in public in this supposedly solemn setting. How could Bitao possibly resist?
Her breathing became slightly labored, and she didn't dare to turn her head to see what Mingguang's expression was like.
She was afraid that if she noticed even the slightest change in Mingguang's face, she would be unable to resist rushing over to kiss him.
Fortunately, the sentencing has already begun, and the first sinner immortal has been escorted up to the clouds.
The pronouncements and interrogations of the pardoning official have an extremely powerful effect of calming the mind and intimidating the spirit.
Above the clouds, the pardoning official's penal talisman rests on the brow of the successor of the Gengwu Tai Sui God.
His voice was like a heavy hammer, his words carrying the weight of a thousand pounds: "The one who inherits the Tai Sui lineage of Gengwu, disregarding the celestial registers, wielding the weapon of exorcism, and disrupting the celestial rites. Driven by the Taiyi Moon Node of the Dipper Department, he has slaughtered his peers. How can his crimes be forgiven? Now I sentence you to die for the sundial, to return to the universe, your spirit and form annihilated. You shall submit to execution?"
While imprisoned in the prison, the successor of the Gengwu Tai Sui deity had already attempted suicide multiple times.
Without offering any resistance, they bowed their heads and confessed their guilt.
Then, five thunderbolts swept across the sky, and the successor of the Gengwu Tai Sui God was enveloped in the lightning. The tribulation lightning, which was originally meant to nurture and bestow gifts, was filled with overwhelming heavenly might when it judged the sinful immortal. The moment it enveloped the successor of the Gengwu Tai Sui God, it tore apart and annihilated his divine soul.
Then, carrying with it the vast spiritual energy that had annihilated the immortals, it rushed towards the celestial yin-yang sundial.
The celestial spirits cascaded down like a waterfall from the heavens, pouring into the sundial.
And this is just the beginning.
After the successor of Gengwu Tai Sui was annihilated, several other sinful immortals were escorted to the judgment platform in the clouds.
The pardoning official, with his fingers intertwined and holding the punishment tokens, pointed at those people, his voice carrying the lingering thunderous sound of the previous round, his divine power boundless.
"Kunlun sword cultivators, concealing your secret techniques, colluded with junior generals from the Thunder, Fighting, and Military divisions to cheat in the arena and murder fellow cultivators. Now I sentence you all to have your spirits scattered and your bodies and souls destroyed. Do you accept your punishment?"
This time, those sinful immortals raised their heads and looked down from the clouds, looking at the immortals on the Six Imperial Platforms of the High Heaven.
These were their former colleagues, and even friends.
But once you make a mistake, there is no going back.
Some of them showed remorse on their faces, while others were left with only numbness and indifference.
However, soon everyone was enveloped in lightning and disintegrated amidst the overwhelming power of the heavens.
The celestial spirits, transformed into a long river flowing backwards, surged into the Milky Way, rotating in the yin and yang sundial.
For a moment, the celestial energy in the entire Nine Heavens was so dense that it was suffocating, but none of the immortals below the stage took this opportunity to absorb the celestial energy.
Because these immortal spirits were created by annihilating other immortal positions, absorbing them now is equivalent to sharing in the immortals.
Although they also felt that these people deserved to die, they were ultimately grieving for their own kind and shared in their sorrow.
After the celestials who cheated and murdered their fellow immortals in the lower realms have been punished, the next to be escorted to the cloud-based judgment platform will be the culprits who instigated their juniors to harm others—the high-ranking immortals involved in the various departments.
These immortals were all escorted to the cloud-top judgment platform.
The official in charge of pardoning sins stood tall and imposing, his sinister gaze sweeping over these veteran generals from various departments who had once commanded the heavens and were revered and followed by many.
With a slight movement of his imposing figure, the torture token in his hand suddenly transformed into a long ruler.
With a swift swing, accompanied by a gale, he struck directly at the back of the group's knees.
Those veterans, who had been standing tall and proud to maintain their dignity, were caught off guard and forced to kneel under this pressure and attack.
They were facing the younger generation who usually followed them.
This is a humiliation worse than death.
But when they glared angrily at the official in charge of pardoning sins, they only met his condescending, bloodshot eyes that seemed to look down upon ants.
The Pardoning Official was an ancient, cruel official in charge of criminal law, whose favorite thing to do in his life was to sentence murderers.
If one does not achieve perfect merit and ascend to the heavenly realm, one will surely become a promising candidate for the King of Hell in the netherworld after death.
His face was deathly pale, almost bluish, and this inhuman, ghostly aura made people overlook his exceptionally handsome features.
The official in charge of pardoning the sins looked at them and showed no arrogance or mockery as if he had seen the gods fall from their altars.
He was simply excited.
This bloodthirsty display of inhumanity chilled the very bones of these veterans who felt humiliated.
The official in charge of pardoning the guilty, seeing that they had all knelt down, was satisfied and restored the punishment slips to their normal appearance.
I nimbly twirled it in my palm, and actually felt a little itchy.
Before his ascension, he was in charge of hundreds of instruments of torture and even created many methods for extracting confessions.
If it weren't for the other immortals intervening, the Earth Official who absolved sins felt he could have pried out a group of implicated immortals from their mouths.
However, the celestial realm emphasizes "no excessive torture or abuse." Even with both witnesses and physical evidence, they still ask, "Are you ready to be executed?"
This can be considered a dignified end for these immortals who were born for the sake of the people and have worked tirelessly for them for many years.
Although the official in charge of pardoning the guilty did not agree, he would not disobey his superior.
He looked at these people and spoke in a cold voice: "You occupy the highest positions in the Nine Heavens, wield power over all realms, and command a multitude of celestial generals. You should be dutiful in your duties and careful in judging heavenly secrets, so as not to fail the people who worship you."
"However, you have abused your power for personal gain, scheming to secure your positions, and even instigating your subordinates to harm your colleagues, secretly stirring up trouble and causing unrest in the heavens. Now I sentence you to be scattered to the void, your bodies and spirits utterly destroyed. Do you confess your crimes?"
Even though they were kneeling, all the high-ranking immortals involved in the incident stood tall with their chests out.
This time, among the immortals watching the execution below, some sobbed softly, while others even wept aloud.
Among the veterans who were punished above the clouds were their mentors, superiors, and even the principal figures in the same palace.
No matter what kind of person he is, or what heinous crime he has committed.
There are always people who care about him and are deeply saddened by his inevitable death.
Often, right and wrong, good and evil, and stances cannot be fully understood from a single perspective.
Bitao sat in the best spot to watch the execution, but she felt little joy.
She didn't even hate these people.
It's not that she has a saintly heart; ultimately, it's just that everyone has a different perspective.
She was a wild immortal who had condensed her spirit, and she climbed too fast. The ancient immortal clan had occupied the Nine Heavens for tens of thousands of years and had become a behemoth.
Looking at her is like looking at an ant that overestimates its ability to climb higher; the first reaction is naturally to crush it.
If Bitao were an ancient immortal who received her lineage from birth, she might also have devoted all her efforts to maintaining the lineage and succession of immortal positions.
The difference is that Bitao wouldn't do it by harming others. In the end, she met a tragic end, her body and soul completely destroyed.
Soon, bursts of lightning enveloped the high-ranking immortals who had not yet answered.
To put it bluntly, the questioning was just a formality.
They had already been interrogated before the verdict was handed down, and now they've been given leniency. Whether these sinful immortals live or die is no longer up to them.
This time, the immortal spirits poured into the Starry Sky Rotating Yin-Yang Sundial were so powerful that it was as if a hole had been opened in the sky, and the pouring immortal spirits were colorful, like a five-colored rainbow spanning the sky.
The scene was breathtakingly beautiful.
It was so bleak and desolate that it made one's internal organs shrink.
The immortals who were watching the execution either wept or tried to persuade her, and some even mustered up the courage to cast resentful glances at Bitao, the "culprit."
From their perspective, the elders they relied on ended up in such a state precisely because of Bitao, this wild fairy spirit; she shouldn't have possessed such power and strength.
Bitao gazed at the five-colored spiritual light filling the sky, her expression sorrowful.
She genuinely felt sorry for these fallen immortals.
They each possess unique abilities, so why can't they understand...? Nothing in this world is ever static.
Grass that dies in winter will sprout again in spring, rivers will change course within decades, and given enough time, the sea will dry up and rocks will rot.
Even if not a single fairy from the Peach Blossom Valley attempted to ascend to heaven, the system that the ancient fairy clan had maintained for tens of thousands of years was already decaying and on the verge of collapse.
What's the point of killing her?
Bitao saw the figure of the Heavenly Dao of the Myriad Realms appear above the clouds in the nine heavens, surrounded by thunder whips, with a solemn and stern expression. Then she saw the Azure Emperor of the Underworld sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed under the Yin-Yang sundial, bathed in five-colored spiritual light, but with a compassionate expression on his face.
The purpose of this selection competition for immortals, jointly organized by the celestial beings and the underworld, was not actually to select immortal positions, but to eliminate corruption and bring forth new life.
Perhaps because Bitao looked somewhat sad, Mingguang secretly used the swirling spiritual wind to blow his wide robe sleeves toward Bitao's side, and then, using the sleeves to conceal himself, while all the immortals in the heavens were focused on the clouds... he quickly squeezed Bitao's hand.
Bitao's mind, which had been swept up in the vast, five-colored spiritual light of the fallen immortals, was suddenly pulled back by a hot, wet hand.
When she turned her head to the side, Mingguang had already let go of her hand and sat up straight.
Bitao slowly curled her lips into a smile.
Before long, the lightning in the clouds subsided.
Those who were then taken above the clouds were the contestants who had failed to achieve their goals in the competition and were to have their immortal positions stripped away.
The group of people, packed tightly together, had different expressions.
Some people spend their entire lives in the mortal realm without ever breaking through the lightning curse mark. After returning to heaven and regaining their memories, they discover that they are immortals, which feels absurd.
This time, the Earth Official did not utter any judgment; the Five Thunder Array was set up and immediately enveloped all the immortals.
The celestial spirits extracted from those vying for immortal positions appeared exceptionally gentle, flowing from their bodies like a gentle stream.
Some people, whose celestial rank is not high enough, return to heaven to regain their memories and then have to descend to the mortal realm to be ordinary people again.
Some people were unwilling to give up and tried to plead: "I'm just a little short of 20,000 merits, can't you make an exception!"
Some people breathed a sigh of relief and murmured, "It's good this way... there's nothing wrong with being a good person."
When the Five Thunder Formation dissipated, the immortal positions remaining above the clouds were all those who had failed to return to heaven during the competition, but whose original immortal ranks were high enough. Although their immortal positions were reduced after being taken away, at least they were not reduced to mortals.
These thousand-plus survivors were swept down from the clouds by the Heavenly Dao of the Myriad Realms with a wave of its hand and landed at the entrance of the Heavenly Gate.
Just as the official in charge of pardoning sins thought he had completed his task and was about to leave,
One person went up into the clouds on their own.
Kneeling before the official in charge of pardoning sins, one's back is straight as a pine or bamboo; the body may bend, but the soul cannot bend.
He said, “During the preliminary round, I attacked Bi Tao Xuan Xian with the Obscure Ice Wheel Seal, which disturbed her mind and should have been punished. However, Xuan Xian took pity on me and pardoned me, so I was spared punishment.”
"How can one escape punishment? How can one flee from a sin?"
"I now request to have my immortal bones stripped and my spiritual roots taken away, and to be reborn in the mortal realm to endure the eight sufferings and five poisons, in order to atone for my past... my past..."
Binglun's words flowed smoothly and were forceful up to that point.
But he got stuck later on; it was obvious that he had memorized it by rote.
And I forgot the lyrics by the end.
Everyone knows that the ancient immortal clan is lacking in the culture of the lower realm.
Binglun Tianxian stands out among them.
He often misuses words, which is both laughable and absurd.
At this moment, his self-request for punishment caused not only the expression of the official in charge of pardoning sins standing opposite him to twitch slightly, but also some of the immortals below the stage who were originally overwhelmed with grief to the point of being both amused and exasperated.
Binglun's face turned red, and she realized that she had made a huge blunder again.
He was filled with frustration, but there was nothing he could do; he simply had a grudge against these words!
A blood feud!
He subconsciously looked down from the clouds, and in that direction... stood Bing Jing.
He embarrassed his sister.
Bingjing was in tears, covering her mouth with her hands, afraid to make a sound.
It was obvious that this statement of voluntarily requesting to descend to the mortal realm was written for him by Bingjing.
But Binglun really couldn't figure out what the last word was.
So he looked up at the official in charge of pardoning sins and said, "Please, official in charge of pardoning sins, do as you are told!"
Bitao smiled too, looking at Binglun with admiration in her eyes.
He may not be a good person, but he's incredibly stupid.
But he is definitely a good older brother, and in order to be a good older brother, he also wants to be a good role model. He is so stupid, but yesterday in the cell, he was unusually clear-headed and understood what Bitao meant.
Bitao encouraged him to set an example.
Only in this way could he correct Bingjing, who had gone astray because of his affairs and harbored resentment and demonic thoughts.
Mingguang and Yunchuan were also somewhat surprised.
Yun Chuan thought Bing Lun had probably lost his mind. Since Bi Tao had already spoken up for him, he still volunteered to descend to the mortal realm to undergo tribulation. Stripped of his immortal spirit and bones, he would rather be banished to the mortal realm and become a mortal than endure the eight sufferings and five poisons of the human world.
Those who failed in the competition were demoted to the celestial realm on earth, or at least demoted back to the world they competed in.
Those who volunteered to take on the tribulation were cast into the celestial sphere, where the sundial rotates through the stars.
Where he goes is up to fate and destiny; he has no choice whatsoever.
If he were to fall into the Xuanxian Realm, even if his immortal bones were stripped away, he could at least become a cultivator, start over, and try to ascend to the upper realm again after several thousand years.
If one falls into the mortal realm, one can only accumulate merit and do good deeds in order to ascend to the upper realm.
However, accumulating merit in the mortal realm is not so easy. Once one's immortal spirit and bones are stripped away, one will immediately enter the five stages of decay of the celestial beings.
Just like that Xuanmen patriarch who descended to the mortal realm with his scattered spirit back then.
My health is deteriorating, and I don't have many years left to live. Where can I accumulate so much good karma?
Once he dies and enters the cycle of reincarnation, he drinks a bowl of Meng Po soup that makes him forget his past life, and from then on, he can only be an ordinary mortal.
It's almost impossible for him to return to heaven.
In the myriad realms of the stars, only one in billions of mortals can ascend to immortality through merit.
Moreover, if he were unlucky enough to fall into some uncivilized, desolate star realm, some chaotic, collapsing star realm, some mutated and cannibalistic star realm, or a star realm overrun by ghosts.
His fate is even more unpredictable.
Has Binglun lost his mind?! They grew up together, and although Yun Chuan has never liked Binglun, he doesn't want him to end up like that.
But Binglun's words had already been spoken, and there was clearly no going back.
The official in charge of pardoning him touched the executioner's forehead with the executioner's token, and fearing that the official might not understand the words of judgment, he only asked, "Are you sure?"
Binglun nodded: "I'm sure."
Yun Chuan closed his eyes.
While Mingguang was surprised by Binglun's actions, he turned his head to look at Bitao, who had a satisfied smile on her face.
Bitao turned her head and said to Mingguang, "I told him to set an example for Bingjing."
Mingguang pursed his lips.
Binglun finally showed some intelligence for once.
Even if he didn't request to undergo the tribulation, he wouldn't be valued in the Heavenly Realm anymore.
Even if Mingguang doesn't pursue the matter, those immortals should know that he was released because of Bitao, and that Bitao was forced to do so because of Bingjing's request.
The ancient immortal clan is the most corrupt, rigid and inflexible, completely lacking in adaptability.
They may commit evil deeds to seize power and consolidate their positions, but they will never tolerate their juniors being morally deficient or lacking in celestial dignity.
Binglun volunteered to undergo tribulation and punishment. If she were to return by chance in the future, even if she were to rise from the ranks of the Supreme Immortals, she would be accepted back into the fold.
But... Mingguang looked at Bitao.
I found the look of pleasure in her eyes because Binglun was "sensible and obedient" very irritating.
Binglun harmed her, and Bingjing showed her little sisterly affection.
However, Xiao Taozhi was willing to lend a helping hand to prevent these two from going astray. She took into account their personalities and brought about the current situation, leaving them both a chance to survive.
Mingguang felt that Xiaotaozhi's current appearance was even more dazzling than the magnificent spiritual light of the five-colored judgment immortal in the sky.
His heart was pounding, and the clamor was even more deafening than when he first realized he was in love with Xiao Taozhi.
He wished he could carry her back to his bedchamber right now and kiss and nibble on her.
He forced himself to look away and suppress his excitement, clenching his fists tightly under his sleeves and pinching his palms.
How could anyone not love such a small peach branch?
It's only natural that Binglun would covet her.
He volunteered to take on the calamity because he must have realized Xiao Taozhi's "favoritism" towards him, and that he would miss her even more in the future.
But this dazzling and adorable little peach branch belongs to him.
It can only be his.
Mingguang's face was slightly flushed, his lips were tightly pursed, and he was thinking about Binglun's continued concern for Xiaotaozhi. He didn't know what was going on in his mind, but two veins on his forehead bulged slightly and bounced around.
Bitao noticed his change in mood and thought he was angry.
I wanted to comfort her, but the occasion wasn't quite right.
He could only sit up straight, no longer watching how the icy moon above the clouds had its immortal spirit drawn away and its immortal bones stripped away.
Little did she know that Binglun looked towards where she was last, her eyes filled with tears.
Bitao lowered her head, pondering intently how to coax her little golden crow later.
When Binglun was thrown into the celestial wheel to respond to the calamity of the Yin-Yang gnomon, the judgment ended, and the "killing the chicken to scare the monkey" also ended.
The Earth Official who granted forgiveness and the Heavenly Dao of Myriad Realms disappeared from the clouds, and the immortals on the Six Imperial Platforms of the High Heavens gradually dispersed.
Aside from those immortals who still held official positions and had vanished as spirits, most of the lesser immortals, still shaken, left in small groups, whispering and chattering amongst themselves.
When Zhan Kui went to the Ancient Immortal Clan to look for Bi Tao, he unexpectedly saw Guang Han, who had returned at some unknown time.
She immediately grabbed him and dragged him away menacingly.
Bitao didn't rush to squeeze in with the crowd; she waited until some people had left.
Only then did he slowly get up.
Walking behind her were You Tian and his group of meritorious immortals.
Walking in front of her was her tall, mighty, charming Golden Crow, who would chirp in a low voice.
Bitao followed behind him with a smile, noticing that he turned slightly to the side several times, but because there were too many people, he didn't turn around to wait for her.
The two are now "famous" in the Nine Heavens. Those immortals who did not directly transform into spirits and leave are all staring at them and whispering among themselves.
It's not that we're saying bad things about them, but we're all speculating about what's really going on between them.
As soon as Mingguang descended from the Six Imperial Platforms of Chongxiao, several immortals rushed against the crowd.
They didn't need to look around in the crowd, because the person they were looking for was so handsome and imposing that he stood out from the crowd.
Those people rushed forward, and the leader pointed at their target and shouted, "Mingguang! You are not worthy to be the future Immortal Emperor!"
The crowd fell silent instantly, and Mingguang and those around him also paused in their steps.
If Binglun were still with Mingguang at this moment, she would definitely rush forward and shout at this person.
But now only Yun Chuan is by Ming Guang's side.
Yun Chuan is strong enough in combat, but... he's not good with words.
He stepped forward to block Mingguang, but Mingguang used his divine power to push him away.
That immortal position was one of the contestants whose immortal spirits had been extracted from them in the clouds, causing them to drop two realms. The person behind him was the same.
They were originally immortals, diligently carrying out their duties in all realms. They had no intention of participating in the competition, but were assigned by their superiors to participate and follow the Immortal Mingguang to the mortal realm.
It was called a competition, but it was actually a guard duty.
But what became of them?
Years of hard work, all gone in a single day!
He was extremely indignant, especially after his death, when he traced back to the Silver River and learned everything.
That Fairy Bitao didn't die while saving them at all; it was all her conspiracy!
The lord they followed was trapped in the lower realm because of such a deception, watching them fall from their immortal status and even become mortals!
He rushed straight in front of Mingguang, but when he was only two steps away and found that no one was stopping him, he quickly stopped.
She glared at Mingguang, her face flushed, and spoke with a hint of sobbing in her voice.
"You were bewitched by that...that vixen! She schemed against you so badly, yet you vent your anger on us! We followed you, obeyed your commands, and devoted ourselves to you, yet we are no match for a woman! You are blinded by lust, manipulate cause and effect, and hinder us from accumulating merit to return to heaven. You are simply...you are simply unreasonable!"
This doesn't sound like an insult at all; it sounds more like a wronged husband complaining that his "wife" is seeing another man.
Bitao, the "wild man" herself, is now standing on the steps, raising an eyebrow.
The surrounding immortals were all gathered in large numbers, not moving, watching the spectacle.
After all, no one in the Heavenly Realm had ever dared to speak so bluntly to Mingguang Xuanxian, criticizing his moral character.
Everyone was curious about how Mingguang Xuanxian would respond.
Without the Ice Wheel Celestial Immortal serving as his pawn, how could he possibly defend himself against the obstruction of the ancient immortal clan's generals from returning to heaven?
It was probably because there were too many onlookers.
These people probably gave this immortal position too much courage.
This was the first time in his life that he had been face to face with Mingguang, so close to him, that he had the illusion that Mingguang was nothing special.
He pointed at Mingguang and said, "Now that you have passed away, you know the whole conspiracy."
“Yet you’re still with that…” He saw Bitao on the steps. Strangely, he dared to accuse Mingguang, but dared not call Bitao a “witch.”
He roared, his face red and neck bulging: "You're still hanging out with her? Doesn't that mean you deserve to be deceived, willingly becoming someone's plaything, and you're even smug about it!"
"A person like you is not worthy to lead the ancient immortal race, nor is he worthy to rule over all realms and all beings!"
That's really an awful thing to say.
The ancient immortals discussed this for so many days on the Silver River Net, yet no one dared to say that Guang was willing to be someone else's plaything.
The expressions of the immortals watching all changed; they were afraid to continue watching this spectacle.
Bitao also frowned.
Although she had no intention of toying with Mingguang, it was hard for him not to feel hurt by being publicly humiliated like this...
He is very concerned about his image and reputation.
Bitao wanted to blast these ignorant brats away.
But if she were to intervene at this point, Mingguang's prestige would only plummet further.
To prevent the situation from escalating further, Bitao opened the Silver River Net and sent a message to Zhu Ming.
Tell him to send people to quickly remove all the celestial positions from this place.
As the Celestial Supervisor, it was perfectly reasonable for his subordinates to drive away these piled-up celestial positions.
Bitao suppressed her anger, glared at the few immortals, and harbored a grudge against them.
If these people had pointed their fingers at her and cursed her, Bitao wouldn't have been angry, but they actually insulted her Mingguang!
That's just asking for trouble.
Zhu Ming reacted quickly and sent his men to disperse the crowd surrounding the immortals.
The enraged immortal who had lost the competition was then urged on, with someone shouting, "Mingguang! What do you have to say?!"
Bitao frowned, preparing to transform into a spirit and escape.
She should wait until nightfall when no one is around to properly coax her golden crow. Her continued presence here will only fuel the resentment of those immortals.
Mingguang, who had remained silent and had a cold and indifferent expression, finally moved.
The crowd stirred for a moment, fearing that the immortal spirit of the immortal would stir up trouble and harm them, the "small fish in the pond".
Unexpectedly, Mingguang did not make a move against the immortals in front of him.
He turned slightly to the side, looked back, and reached out his hand to Bitao, who was standing on the steps behind him and had not yet transformed into a spirit to leave.
His wide robe sleeves slid down to his wrists, his long, slender fingers, delicate as bamboo joints and as smooth as white jade, were slightly curved, his palms turned over, facing upwards.
That was a posture... ready to support someone.
For a moment, the scene was completely silent.
Everyone stared at Mingguang's palm.
Mingguang looked at Bitao.
His golden eyes blazed brightly, his bearing was majestic and imposing, his celestial light shone brightly, and his presence was as imposing as a mountain peak and a deep pool.
Bitao stood there, her throat feeling as if a stone was stuck in it, making it impossible for her to breathe.
She understood Mingguang's meaning immediately.
But has Mingguang gone mad?
The discussions about them in Jiutian were already in full swing; wasn't his approach...?
But Bitao only hesitated for a moment before reaching out and placing her hand in Mingguang's palm.
To hell with all that talk.
To go against his position.
Why did she refuse when her beloved offered to help her down the steps?!
The moment their hands touched, countless immortals gasped as if their necks were being choked.
This even includes Yun Chuan.
He stepped forward, seemingly trying to separate the two.
But he quickly stumbled and stopped.
"It has nothing to do with me..." These words floated through Yun Chuan's mind.
Mingguang clenched his palms and, under the watchful eyes of everyone, steadily helped Bitao down the steps.
Those immortals were frozen in place like wax figures, staring intently at Mingguang and Bitao's clasped hands.
Mingguang, holding Bitao's hand, walked past the group without glancing to the side.
The golden crow embroidery on his shoulders, symbolizing the ruler, shimmered so brightly in the sunlight as he moved that it was almost blinding.
It almost blinded those few people, and everyone else.
Should we wait for him to offer his rebuttal?
Who is the ruler, and who is the subject?
While monarchs do listen to the opinions of the people, no monarch would actually speak up to defend himself or change policies based on the wishes of a particular subject.
Just as an ordinary person wouldn't move away to avoid an ant just because it dug a hole in front of their door.
Mingguang's actions showed these people, and indeed all the immortals in the Nine Heavens.
His actions and decisions never require anyone's opinion, nor does he allow anyone to disobey or question him.
A ruler may choose his ministers, abandon them, or kill them.
If a subject were to offend the monarch, attempting to shackle the king and manipulate his words and actions, that would be treason, courting death, and an unforgivable crime.
The only outcome will be complete annihilation, both body and soul.
But he is the true ruler.
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