Establish the Crown Prince!
The Celestial Emperor’s gaze was icy as he stared at Yu Zichan for a long time.
“I am old and did not hear clearly, my dear subject, would you please repeat that?”
“Your Majesty, please establish the Crown Prince!”
Yu Zichan, unafraid of the Celestial Emperor’s oppressive aura, bowed and said, “Your Majesty, the Heavenly Court cannot be without a ruler for a single day, this servant is also considering the peace of the billions of souls in the divine lands.”
“That sounds familiar, isn’t it the mantra of the Repairing Heaven Sect, when did my dear subject learn it?”
The Celestial Emperor sneered, “Could it be that my dear subject has secretly joined the Repairing Heaven Sect?”
Yu Zichan was originally a mere mortal, who, by diligently reciting scriptures at the Taoist temple, finally passed the exam for the Immortal Register, and later was favored by the Celestial Emperor. In just two thousand years, he ascended to godhood through incense.
Such a loyal minister has unexpectedly turned towards the Repairing Heaven Sect, igniting the Celestial Emperor’s anger even more!
Traitor!They are all treacherous officials and traitors!
The Celestial Emperor glared at Yu Zichan, ready to find an excuse to throw him into the heavenly prison at the slightest sign of further insolence, regardless of losing face.
Yang Xuan stepped forward, shielding Yu Zichan, and said, “Your Majesty once said that you would pass the throne to my mother; it is only right to establish the Crown Prince early to get involved in the affairs of the Heavenly Court!”
Yu Zichan immediately breathed a sigh of relief; having delivered his formal declaration, he hastily returned to the lineup of deities.
What followed was a standoff between Qingyun Temple, the Repairing Heaven Sect, and the Celestial Emperor, but the collective deities in the hall were all betting on the former, since the gap in strength between the two sides was too great.
The Celestial Emperor said coldly, “Very well, very well, I did say so, then bring your mother to the Heavenly Court.”
Yang Xuan said, “Some words, if left unspoken, might cause you to be unable to let go when you should, resulting in not letting go of anything at all.”
To the collective deities’ ears, these words were a naked threat to life, meaning if you won’t back down with dignity, then we’ll help you do it with dignity!
The Celestial Emperor’s pupils contracted slightly, but it held another meaning—the deliberately emphasized words “old ancestor” likely touched on one of his deepest secrets.
“I am tired today; let’s discuss the matter of establishing the Crown Prince on another day!”
“We respectfully see Your Majesty off.”
The collective deities bowed and performed a ceremonial salute, neither side wanting to tear the facade of civility easily; this struggle was destined to be a prolonged one, likely to last a hundred and eighty years or even longer.
Yang Xuan snorted coldly and turned into a beam of light, flying towards Peach Mountain.
A moment later.
The beam of light descended at the foot of the mountain village.
The village of over two thousand people expanded outward from the central Wu God Temple.
As Yang Xuan’s light arrived, villagers of all ages—middle-aged, youths, and children—spoke with reverence, moist eyes, or innocent candor.
“Father!”
“Pa!”
“Dad…”
Yang Xuan nodded slightly and said with a smile, “Cultivate diligently, and do not be lazy.”
The numerous sons responded in unison, the middle-aged urging the young, the children carried to the martial arts field to practice Qi-Blood martial arts.
The Witch Clan’s Qi-Blood was innately extremely strong; small children who had just come to understand things could condense Qi-Blood, the youth could refine their apertures, and all middle-aged could achieve perfection in their apertures.
With such a physical gift, none of them had a Spirit Root.
According to the Witch God, the Spirit Root was a unique talent of the human race, capable of sensing the Spiritual Energy of the world.
Every race in the world has its uniqueness, such as the bloodline of the demon race, the Divine Power of the witch race, or even the Witch God once capturing an extraterrestrial visitor, which appeared to be a worm, devoid of any spiritual intelligence, but able to lodge in the mind of sentient beings, transforming into a complete being.
“Who knows if there will ever be a chance to traverse the heavens and see the vast and boundless world!”
Yang Xuan entered the Wu God Temple, offered incense to the ancestor Witch God Ju Mang, and went to the back hall to greet his parents.
“Why did you leave the court so early today?”
Yang Jin, having transitioned from the Great Constant Capital City God to the Peach Mountain Earth God, seemed to have a reduced authority but was promoted to a third-rank, with the opportunity to be conferred as a True God in the future.
Yang Xuan said, “Yu Zichan brought up the matter of establishing the Crown Prince again, and His Majesty, embarrassed and enraged, ended the court unsatisfactorily.”
Yang Jin raised his eyebrows, “Yu Zichan is a name as thunderous as heaven; known as the strongest Loose Cultivator in a myriad of years, he is the role model and leader for all Loose Cultivators in the Cultivation World. How could he have such a clash with His Majesty?”
It was hard for cultivators to be brainwashed. No matter how the Heavenly Court propagated Yu Zichan, everyone knew he gained his current fame and status because of the Celestial Emperor’s promotion.
However, that was irrelevant, as every Loose Cultivator dreams of becoming the next Yu Zichan!
“Loose Cultivator, what stand could he have? He must have chosen to join the Repairing Heaven Sect taking into account His Majesty’s old age,” Yang Xuan said.
“But Yu Zichan could never have imagined that His Majesty possessed a bloodline secret technique that allows the transfer of consciousness; His Majesty has been cultivating it for nearly six thousand years!”
The lifespan of a human Immortal was five thousand years, and the Great Eternal Ancestor was only a Divine Transformation Heavenly Monarch back then.
Zhao Yao’s eyebrows knitted tightly, “Is this really true?”
Ever since hearing this news, Zhao Yao was so frightened she almost developed a heart demon, and even though high-ranking cultivators did not place importance on gender, the thought of the old ancestor possessing another’s body to extend his lifespan was hard to accept.
“It was a divine reminder, how could it be wrong?”
Yang Xuan spoke solemnly, “If it weren’t for my third brother receiving the heavenly mandate, the possessor could very well have been the Celestial Emperor, and by then, achieving his ambition, we would stand no chance of resistance!”
“When will we ask the Celestial Emperor to abdicate?”
Yang Jin urged repeatedly, finding it hard to imagine his wife suddenly turning into an old man one day.
“Wait,” Yang Xuan said. “My third brother asked me to put pressure on His Majesty, to make him develop a heart demon as much as possible, and then when someone causes trouble in the Heavenly Court, the collective deities can seize this opportunity to ask him to step down!”
Yang Jin breathed a sigh of relief, then spoke again.
“Mysterious Primordial Sect sent a message that ancestor Xuan Yu has passed away, I must go back to pay tribute.”
Upon hearing this, Yang Xuan said gravely, “Father, Mother, I will definitely find a way to extend life, and not just for three thousand years, but even for ten thousand years, you shall live!”
“Do not force it, I have lived for one thousand five hundred years, which is already better than ninety-nine percent of people,” Yang Jin said.
“I remember in the old days, being guided by ancestor Xuan Yi, I was fortunate enough to advance to Golden Core. And as the ancestor said, without a liking for reciting scriptures, it’s hard to reach Nascent Soul!”
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