noffsinger Chapter 57: Decree to Ao Guang of the East Sea Dragon Palace and Long Ji of the Chan Sect: You shall
Chapter 57: Decree to Ao Guang of the East Sea Dragon Palace and Long Ji of the Chan Sect: You shall
The Lingxiao Palace was completely silent.
In the vast hall that symbolized the supreme power of the primordial world, there was not a single attendant celestial being or a single celestial general on duty.
Beneath the magnificent dome supported by nine golden pillars adorned with coiled dragons, there stood a jade platform, an imperial desk, and...
A person.
The imperial edict, gleaming with a pale golden light, slowly unfurled.
The luster flowed like ripples on water at her slender, fair fingertips.
The person holding the decree simply looked at the contents of the decree quietly.
I don't know how much time passed.
The decree slowly closed, making a soft "snap" sound.
His slender fingers tapped the surface of the bowl lightly and casually.
Then......
He smiled.
She laughed very softly.
"Light the lamp..."
The voice was deep and ethereal.
Yet it possesses a natural, aloof pressure.
"What a clever plan."
Haotian slowly stood up.
The exquisite jade beads hanging from the nine-tassel crown on his head swayed gently with his movements.
The jade beads collided with each other, producing a crisp sound as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
Yang Jiao reincarnated.
He was a general in the Shang Dynasty, holding the rank of vanguard general, and he killed several enemy generals on the battlefield in Xiqi.
And his nephew...
Yang Jian, the peerless genius of the Chan Sect, abandoned his master and became a merchant for him.
Even Nezha, that mischievous devil, betrayed them.
Burning Lamp meticulously recorded all these matters in the decree.
Between the lines, the words were sincere, and every sentence expressed concern for the Heavenly Court.
but--
Haotian, however, only gleaned one sentence from the lengthy imperial edict.
A single sentence, not explicitly written in the decree, yet utterly self-evident—
We beg the Heavenly Emperor to intervene and slay Yang Jiao!
"Yang Jiao..."
Haotian remained calm.
Who is Yang Jiao?
Yang Jiao was one of the criminals and stains that he personally ordered the heavenly soldiers and generals to execute.
If the Heavenly Court, in order to maintain its reputation and the dignity of its decrees, were to launch a full-scale attack against them at this moment.
The Chan sect could then easily remain on the sidelines, detached from the matter.
Even if we take a step back and say...
Even if Yang Jian goes mad over this, his anger will only reach the Heavenly Court.
It will absolutely not implicate the Jade Void Palace.
And this Vice Leader of the Chan Sect, Randeng...
You never need to get your hands dirty.
He simply stood behind the scenes, delivering a reasonable and unembellished imperial edict.
That's it.
"Oh......"
Haotian stood with his hands behind his back.
Looking out at the endless sea of clouds beyond the towering heavens.
Lord of the Three Realms.
The Supreme God of Heaven.
How impressive that sounds!
But in this vast and desolate land, how many people truly obey the commands of this Heavenly Emperor?
The Chan sect held itself in high esteem, but its members only went through the motions without putting in any real effort.
The immortals of the Jie Sect came to pay homage, but they were arrogant and never bowed their heads.
The vast Heavenly Court, seemingly magnificent and resplendent, was in fact utterly empty.
When it came to the crucial moment, this nominal ruler of the three realms found himself with no one to rely on and no great generals to command!
As the Heavenly Emperor, in order to fill the vacancy in the Heavenly Court, he had no choice but to swallow his pride and go to Zixiao Palace to plead and ask Dao Ancestor Hongjun to set up the Investiture of the Gods.
now......
Even a vice-leader like Randeng dares to openly use him as a tool?
Haotian slowly lowered his eyes.
His handsome and dignified face revealed no emotion whatsoever.
After a moment, he turned around and walked back to his desk, where he sat down calmly.
He raised his right hand, bent his index and middle fingers, and tapped them three times slowly but rhythmically on the imperial desk.
"Da, da, da..."
The sound had barely faded when...
Outside the palace gate, a figure appeared silently, like ripples on water.
The newcomer had white hair and beard, a graceful and slender figure, and wore a spotless moon-white fairy robe, holding a snow-white whisk in his hand.
Venus bowed and entered, respectfully approaching the imperial desk, where he performed a flawless salute.
"This old minister pays his respects to Your Majesty."
Haotian did not look at him.
His gaze fell on the imperial edict on the corner of the desk, and his voice was as calm as still water.
"Send a decree to the Dragon Palace of the East Sea, Ao Guang."
"Order him to set off immediately for Xiqi."
He paused for a moment.
Haotian added a sentence in a completely flat tone.
"Tell him..."
"Nezha is currently in the Shang army camp."
It didn't say what Ao Guang was supposed to do.
But Venus's slightly lowered eyelids twitched almost imperceptibly.
Nezha wreaked havoc in the East Sea, pulled out the dragon's tendons, and killed Ao Bing...
The Heavenly Emperor himself told Ao Guang where Nezha was.
The meaning is self-evident.
"Draft another decree and send it to the Chan Sect."
Haotian ignored Taibai Jinxing and continued to give instructions methodically.
"Tell Princess Longji to set off immediately for Xiqi."
Venus listened quietly.
Princess Longji, banished to the mortal realm?
His Majesty actually wants to send her to Xiqi, that troublesome place...
Venus's mind raced.
Is Your Majesty going to repeat that old case from back then?
Having spent many years in the Heavenly Court, Venus was a wise and experienced man, and he instantly understood.
"This old minister obeys the decree."
He bowed respectfully and slowly backed away.
They were about to leave the oppressive hall.
"slow."
Haotian's voice suddenly rang out again.
It's not important, and there's no rush.
But Venus's retreating steps came to an abrupt halt.
Haotian sat upright behind his desk, his slender fingers slowly tracing the edge of the imperial edict.
"After you have drafted the decree, go to the Shang army camp in person."
"Go and see Zhao Gongming."
Upon hearing this, Venus was slightly taken aback.
"Tell him."
Haotian spoke in a calm tone, as if he were talking about something insignificant or even trivial.
"Just say..."
"The two Golden Immortals, Yun Zhongzi and Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, of the Chan Sect."
"Soon, he will lead his most outstanding disciples down the mountain to aid Xiqi."
boom!
Venus shuddered violently and abruptly raised his head!
His face, which always wore a kind smile, was now filled with undisguised horror.
He looked incredulously at the unfathomable Heavenly Emperor behind the imperial desk.
Your Majesty, what is this...?
Are they tipping off the Jie Sect?!
A moment later.
Venus took a deep breath.
He quickly composed himself and bowed his head respectfully again.
"This old minister...accepts the decree."
He turned around again and took a step.
"There's one more thing."
Haotian's voice rang out for the third time.
Venus, like a puppet on a string, obediently stopped once again.
But this time—
Haotian, however, did not speak.
Inside the main hall, there was absolute silence; you could hear a pin drop.
however.
Venus, whose body was originally hunched over, suddenly stiffened for a moment.
A silent transmission, audible only to him, pierced straight into the deepest part of his consciousness.
After listening to the telepathic message.
Venus fell silent.
They remained silent for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.
He slowly and laboriously raised his head and looked deeply at Haotian on the high platform.
A complex emotion flickered in a pair of eyes that had witnessed countless bloody battles in the Three Realms.
It seemed as if she had recalled something from a long time ago...
It's like I haven't remembered anything at all.
Venus didn't ask any unnecessary questions.
He simply bowed deeply and solemnly, performing an even more dignified salute.
"This old minister..."
"Understood."
The words fell.
His figure transformed into an inconspicuous breeze.
It vanished silently from the Lingxiao Palace.
……
Inside the Lingxiao Palace.
Once again, only Haotian remained.
He leaned back on the wide throne, his gaze falling on the edict of the Chan sect that had been closed on the corner of the table.
The imperial edict had a pale golden sheen...
It appeared and disappeared in the dim light of the sky inside the hall.
Inside the hall...
Silence as deep as an abyss.
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"Go and see Zhao Gongming."
Upon hearing this, Venus was slightly taken aback.
"Tell him."
Haotian spoke in a calm tone, as if he were talking about something insignificant or even trivial.
"Just say..."
"The two Golden Immortals, Yun Zhongzi and Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, of the Chan Sect."
"Soon, he will lead his most outstanding disciples down the mountain to aid Xiqi."
boom!
Venus shuddered violently and abruptly raised his head!
His face, which always wore a kind smile, was now filled with undisguised horror.
He looked incredulously at the unfathomable Heavenly Emperor behind the imperial desk.
Your Majesty, what is this...?
Are they tipping off the Jie Sect?!
A moment later.
Venus took a deep breath.
He quickly composed himself and bowed his head respectfully again.
"This old minister...accepts the decree."
He turned around again and took a step.
"There's one more thing."
Haotian's voice rang out for the third time.
Venus, like a puppet on a string, obediently stopped once again.
But this time—
Haotian, however, did not speak.
Inside the main hall, there was absolute silence; you could hear a pin drop.
however.
Venus, whose body was originally hunched over, suddenly stiffened for a moment.
A silent transmission, audible only to him, pierced straight into the deepest part of his consciousness.
After listening to the telepathic message.
Venus fell silent.
They remained silent for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.
He slowly and laboriously raised his head and looked deeply at Haotian on the high platform.
A complex emotion flickered in a pair of eyes that had witnessed countless bloody battles in the Three Realms.
It seemed as if she had recalled something from a long time ago...
It's like I haven't remembered anything at all.
Venus didn't ask any unnecessary questions.
He simply bowed deeply and solemnly, performing an even more dignified salute.
"This old minister..."
"Understood."
The words fell.
His figure transformed into an inconspicuous breeze.
It vanished silently from the Lingxiao Palace.
……
Inside the Lingxiao Palace.
Once again, only Haotian remained.
He leaned back on the wide throne, his gaze falling on the edict of the Chan sect that had been closed on the corner of the table.
The imperial edict had a pale golden sheen...
It appeared and disappeared in the dim light of the sky inside the hall.
Inside the hall...
Silence as deep as an abyss.
"Just say..."
"The two Golden Immortals, Yun Zhongzi and Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, of the Chan Sect."
"Soon, he will lead his most outstanding disciples down the mountain to aid Xiqi."
boom!
Venus shuddered violently and abruptly raised his head!
His face, which always wore a kind smile, was now filled with undisguised horror.
He looked incredulously at the unfathomable Heavenly Emperor behind the imperial desk.
Your Majesty, what is this...?
Are they tipping off the Jie Sect?!
A moment later.
Venus took a deep breath.
He quickly composed himself and bowed his head respectfully again.
"This old minister...accepts the decree."
He turned around again and took a step.
"There's one more thing."
Haotian's voice rang out for the third time.
Venus, like a puppet on a string, obediently stopped once again.
But this time—
Haotian, however, did not speak.
Inside the main hall, there was absolute silence; you could hear a pin drop.
however.
Venus, whose body was originally hunched over, suddenly stiffened for a moment.
A silent transmission, audible only to him, pierced straight into the deepest part of his consciousness.
After listening to the telepathic message.
Venus fell silent.
They remained silent for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.
He slowly and laboriously raised his head and looked deeply at Haotian on the high platform.
A complex emotion flickered in a pair of eyes that had witnessed countless bloody battles in the Three Realms.
It seemed as if she had recalled something from a long time ago...
It's like I haven't remembered anything at all.
Venus didn't ask any unnecessary questions.
He simply bowed deeply and solemnly, performing an even more dignified salute.
"This old minister..."
"Understood."
The words fell.
His figure transformed into an inconspicuous breeze.
It vanished silently from the Lingxiao Palace.
……
Inside the Lingxiao Palace.
Once again, only Haotian remained.
He leaned back on the wide throne, his gaze falling on the edict of the Chan sect that had been closed on the corner of the table.
The imperial edict had a pale golden sheen...
It appeared and disappeared in the dim light of the sky inside the hall.
Inside the hall...
Silence as deep as an abyss.
Upon hearing this, Venus was slightly taken aback.
"Tell him."
Haotian spoke in a calm tone, as if he were talking about something insignificant or even trivial.
"Just say..."
"The two Golden Immortals, Yun Zhongzi and Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, of the Chan Sect."
"Soon, he will lead his most outstanding disciples down the mountain to aid Xiqi."
boom!
Venus shuddered violently and abruptly raised his head!
His face, which always wore a kind smile, was now filled with undisguised horror.
He looked incredulously at the unfathomable Heavenly Emperor behind the imperial desk.
Your Majesty, what is this...?
Are they tipping off the Jie Sect?!
A moment later.
Venus took a deep breath.
He quickly composed himself and bowed his head respectfully again.
"This old minister...accepts the decree."
He turned around again and took a step.
"There's one more thing."
Haotian's voice rang out for the third time.
Venus, like a puppet on a string, obediently stopped once again.
But this time—
Haotian, however, did not speak.
Inside the main hall, there was absolute silence; you could hear a pin drop.
however.
Venus, whose body was originally hunched over, suddenly stiffened for a moment.
A silent transmission, audible only to him, pierced straight into the deepest part of his consciousness.
After listening to the telepathic message.
Venus fell silent.
They remained silent for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.
He slowly and laboriously raised his head and looked deeply at Haotian on the high platform.
A complex emotion flickered in a pair of eyes that had witnessed countless bloody battles in the Three Realms.
It seemed as if she had recalled something from a long time ago...
It's like I haven't remembered anything at all.
Venus didn't ask any unnecessary questions.
He simply bowed deeply and solemnly, performing an even more dignified salute.
"This old minister..."
"Understood."
The words fell.
His figure transformed into an inconspicuous breeze.
It vanished silently from the Lingxiao Palace.
……
Inside the Lingxiao Palace.
Once again, only Haotian remained.
He leaned back on the wide throne, his gaze falling on the edict of the Chan sect that had been closed on the corner of the table.
The imperial edict had a pale golden sheen...
It appeared and disappeared in the dim light of the sky inside the hall.
Inside the hall...
Silence as deep as an abyss.
"Tell him."
Haotian spoke in a calm tone, as if he were talking about something insignificant or even trivial.
"Just say..."
"The two Golden Immortals, Yun Zhongzi and Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, of the Chan Sect."
"Soon, he will lead his most outstanding disciples down the mountain to aid Xiqi."
boom!
Venus shuddered violently and abruptly raised his head!
His face, which always wore a kind smile, was now filled with undisguised horror.
He looked incredulously at the unfathomable Heavenly Emperor behind the imperial desk.
Your Majesty, what is this...?
Are they tipping off the Jie Sect?!
A moment later.
Venus took a deep breath.
He quickly composed himself and bowed his head respectfully again.
"This old minister...accepts the decree."
He turned around again and took a step.
"There's one more thing."
Haotian's voice rang out for the third time.
Venus, like a puppet on a string, obediently stopped once again.
But this time—
Haotian, however, did not speak.
Inside the main hall, there was absolute silence; you could hear a pin drop.
however.
Venus, whose body was originally hunched over, suddenly stiffened for a moment.
A silent transmission, audible only to him, pierced straight into the deepest part of his consciousness.
After listening to the telepathic message.
Venus fell silent.
They remained silent for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.
He slowly and laboriously raised his head and looked deeply at Haotian on the high platform.
A complex emotion flickered in a pair of eyes that had witnessed countless bloody battles in the Three Realms.
It seemed as if she had recalled something from a long time ago...
It's like I haven't remembered anything at all.
Venus didn't ask any unnecessary questions.
He simply bowed deeply and solemnly, performing an even more dignified salute.
"This old minister..."
"Understood."
The words fell.
His figure transformed into an inconspicuous breeze.
It vanished silently from the Lingxiao Palace.
……
Inside the Lingxiao Palace.
Once again, only Haotian remained.
He leaned back on the wide throne, his gaze falling on the edict of the Chan sect that had been closed on the corner of the table.
The imperial edict had a pale golden sheen...
It appeared and disappeared in the dim light of the sky inside the hall.
Inside the hall...
Silence as deep as an abyss.
"Just say..."
"The two Golden Immortals, Yun Zhongzi and Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, of the Chan Sect."
"Soon, he will lead his most outstanding disciples down the mountain to aid Xiqi."
boom!
Venus shuddered violently and abruptly raised his head!
His face, which always wore a kind smile, was now filled with undisguised horror.
He looked incredulously at the unfathomable Heavenly Emperor behind the imperial desk.
Your Majesty, what is this...?
Are they tipping off the Jie Sect?!
A moment later.
Venus took a deep breath.
He quickly composed himself and bowed his head respectfully again.
"This old minister...accepts the decree."
He turned around again and took a step.
"There's one more thing."
Haotian's voice rang out for the third time.
Venus, like a puppet on a string, obediently stopped once again.
But this time—
Haotian, however, did not speak.
Inside the main hall, there was absolute silence; you could hear a pin drop.
however.
Venus, whose body was originally hunched over, suddenly stiffened for a moment.
A silent transmission, audible only to him, pierced straight into the deepest part of his consciousness.
After listening to the telepathic message.
Venus fell silent.
They remained silent for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.
He slowly and laboriously raised his head and looked deeply at Haotian on the high platform.
A complex emotion flickered in a pair of eyes that had witnessed countless bloody battles in the Three Realms.
It seemed as if she had recalled something from a long time ago...
It's like I haven't remembered anything at all.
Venus didn't ask any unnecessary questions.
He simply bowed deeply and solemnly, performing an even more dignified salute.
"This old minister..."
"Understood."
The words fell.
His figure transformed into an inconspicuous breeze.
It vanished silently from the Lingxiao Palace.
……
Inside the Lingxiao Palace.
Once again, only Haotian remained.
He leaned back on the wide throne, his gaze falling on the edict of the Chan sect that had been closed on the corner of the table.
The imperial edict had a pale golden sheen...
It appeared and disappeared in the dim light of the sky inside the hall.
Inside the hall...
Silence as deep as an abyss.
"Tell him."
Haotian spoke in a calm tone, as if he were talking about something insignificant or even trivial.
"Just say..."
"The two Golden Immortals, Yun Zhongzi and Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, of the Chan Sect."
"Soon, he will lead his most outstanding disciples down the mountain to aid Xiqi."
boom!
Venus shuddered violently and abruptly raised his head!
His face, which always wore a kind smile, was now filled with undisguised horror.
He looked incredulously at the unfathomable Heavenly Emperor behind the imperial desk.
Your Majesty, what is this...?
Are they tipping off the Jie Sect?!
A moment later.
Venus took a deep breath.
He quickly composed himself and bowed his head respectfully again.
"This old minister...accepts the decree."
He turned around again and took a step.
"There's one more thing."
Haotian's voice rang out for the third time.
Venus, like a puppet on a string, obediently stopped once again.
But this time—
Haotian, however, did not speak.
Inside the main hall, there was absolute silence; you could hear a pin drop.
however.
Venus, whose body was originally hunched over, suddenly stiffened for a moment.
A silent transmission, audible only to him, pierced straight into the deepest part of his consciousness.
After listening to the telepathic message.
Venus fell silent.
They remained silent for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.
He slowly and laboriously raised his head and looked deeply at Haotian on the high platform.
A complex emotion flickered in a pair of eyes that had witnessed countless bloody battles in the Three Realms.
It seemed as if she had recalled something from a long time ago...
It's like I haven't remembered anything at all.
Venus didn't ask any unnecessary questions.
He simply bowed deeply and solemnly, performing an even more dignified salute.
"This old minister..."
"Understood."
The words fell.
His figure transformed into an inconspicuous breeze.
It vanished silently from the Lingxiao Palace.
……
Inside the Lingxiao Palace.
Once again, only Haotian remained.
He leaned back on the wide throne, his gaze falling on the edict of the Chan sect that had been closed on the corner of the table.
The imperial edict had a pale golden sheen...
It appeared and disappeared in the dim light of the sky inside the hall.
Inside the hall...
Silence as deep as an abyss.
"Just say..."
"The two Golden Immortals, Yun Zhongzi and Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, of the Chan Sect."
"Soon, he will lead his most outstanding disciples down the mountain to aid Xiqi."
boom!
Venus shuddered violently and abruptly raised his head!
His face, which always wore a kind smile, was now filled with undisguised horror.
He looked incredulously at the unfathomable Heavenly Emperor behind the imperial desk.
Your Majesty, what is this...?
Are they tipping off the Jie Sect?!
A moment later.
Venus took a deep breath.
He quickly composed himself and bowed his head respectfully again.
"This old minister...accepts the decree."
He turned around again and took a step.
"There's one more thing."
Haotian's voice rang out for the third time.
Venus, like a puppet on a string, obediently stopped once again.
But this time—
Haotian, however, did not speak.
Inside the main hall, there was absolute silence; you could hear a pin drop.
however.
Venus, whose body was originally hunched over, suddenly stiffened for a moment.
A silent transmission, audible only to him, pierced straight into the deepest part of his consciousness.
After listening to the telepathic message.
Venus fell silent.
They remained silent for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.
He slowly and laboriously raised his head and looked deeply at Haotian on the high platform.
A complex emotion flickered in a pair of eyes that had witnessed countless bloody battles in the Three Realms.
It seemed as if she had recalled something from a long time ago...
It's like I haven't remembered anything at all.
Venus didn't ask any unnecessary questions.
He simply bowed deeply and solemnly, performing an even more dignified salute.
"This old minister..."
"Understood."
The words fell.
His figure transformed into an inconspicuous breeze.
It vanished silently from the Lingxiao Palace.
……
Inside the Lingxiao Palace.
Once again, only Haotian remained.
He leaned back on the wide throne, his gaze falling on the edict of the Chan sect that had been closed on the corner of the table.
The imperial edict had a pale golden sheen...
It appeared and disappeared in the dim light of the sky inside the hall.
Inside the hall...
Silence as deep as an abyss.
"Go and see Zhao Gongming."
Upon hearing this, Venus was slightly taken aback.
"Tell him."
Haotian spoke in a calm tone, as if he were talking about something insignificant or even trivial.
"Just say..."
"The two Golden Immortals, Yun Zhongzi and Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, of the Chan Sect."
"Soon, he will lead his most outstanding disciples down the mountain to aid Xiqi."
boom!
Venus shuddered violently and abruptly raised his head!
His face, which always wore a kind smile, was now filled with undisguised horror.
He looked incredulously at the unfathomable Heavenly Emperor behind the imperial desk.
Your Majesty, what is this...?
Are they tipping off the Jie Sect?!
A moment later.
Venus took a deep breath.
He quickly composed himself and bowed his head respectfully again.
"This old minister...accepts the decree."
He turned around again and took a step.
"There's one more thing."
Haotian's voice rang out for the third time.
Venus, like a puppet on a string, obediently stopped once again.
But this time—
Haotian, however, did not speak.
Inside the main hall, there was absolute silence; you could hear a pin drop.
however.
Venus, whose body was originally hunched over, suddenly stiffened for a moment.
A silent transmission, audible only to him, pierced straight into the deepest part of his consciousness.
After listening to the telepathic message.
Venus fell silent.
They remained silent for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.
He slowly and laboriously raised his head and looked deeply at Haotian on the high platform.
A complex emotion flickered in a pair of eyes that had witnessed countless bloody battles in the Three Realms.
It seemed as if she had recalled something from a long time ago...
It's like I haven't remembered anything at all.
Venus didn't ask any unnecessary questions.
He simply bowed deeply and solemnly, performing an even more dignified salute.
"This old minister..."
"Understood."
The words fell.
His figure transformed into an inconspicuous breeze.
It vanished silently from the Lingxiao Palace.
……
Inside the Lingxiao Palace.
Once again, only Haotian remained.
He leaned back on the wide throne, his gaze falling on the edict of the Chan sect that had been closed on the corner of the table.
The imperial edict had a pale golden sheen...
It appeared and disappeared in the dim light of the sky inside the hall.
Inside the hall...
Silence as deep as an abyss.
"Just say..."
"The two Golden Immortals, Yun Zhongzi and Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, of the Chan Sect."
"Soon, he will lead his most outstanding disciples down the mountain to aid Xiqi."
boom!
Venus shuddered violently and abruptly raised his head!
His face, which always wore a kind smile, was now filled with undisguised horror.
He looked incredulously at the unfathomable Heavenly Emperor behind the imperial desk.
Your Majesty, what is this...?
Are they tipping off the Jie Sect?!
A moment later.
Venus took a deep breath.
He quickly composed himself and bowed his head respectfully again.
"This old minister...accepts the decree."
He turned around again and took a step.
"There's one more thing."
Haotian's voice rang out for the third time.
Venus, like a puppet on a string, obediently stopped once again.
But this time—
Haotian, however, did not speak.
Inside the main hall, there was absolute silence; you could hear a pin drop.
however.
Venus, whose body was originally hunched over, suddenly stiffened for a moment.
A silent transmission, audible only to him, pierced straight into the deepest part of his consciousness.
After listening to the telepathic message.
Venus fell silent.
They remained silent for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.
He slowly and laboriously raised his head and looked deeply at Haotian on the high platform.
A complex emotion flickered in a pair of eyes that had witnessed countless bloody battles in the Three Realms.
It seemed as if she had recalled something from a long time ago...
It's like I haven't remembered anything at all.
Venus didn't ask any unnecessary questions.
He simply bowed deeply and solemnly, performing an even more dignified salute.
"This old minister..."
"Understood."
The words fell.
His figure transformed into an inconspicuous breeze.
It vanished silently from the Lingxiao Palace.
……
Inside the Lingxiao Palace.
Once again, only Haotian remained.
He leaned back on the wide throne, his gaze falling on the edict of the Chan sect that had been closed on the corner of the table.
The imperial edict had a pale golden sheen...
It appeared and disappeared in the dim light of the sky inside the hall.
Inside the hall...
Silence as deep as an abyss.