The whole family is insanely eavesdropping on my thoughts Chapter 525
Chapter 525: Zong Bai’s Punishment
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Celestial Sovereign Yan Qing returned to the Celestial Realm, weary from his long journey.
Upon entering the grand hall, he clasped his hands and bowed respectfully to Han Chuan, who was temporarily overseeing the Celestial Realm. “I have fulfilled my duty. Yan Qing has successfully cultivated the Glassy Pure Flower and harvested its seed.”
At these words, the assembled gods revealed expressions of joy.
High God Bai Heng clapped his hands together, letting out a satisfied laugh. “Excellent! Celestial Sovereign Yan Qing has resolved a great crisis for the Celestial Realm.”
Han Chuan rose from his seat, his presence commanding the attention of all deities. Having ruled in the Monarch Emperor’s absence for many years, he had long since cultivated an aura of authority.
“Let the Old Master refine the Six Purities Pill. With just one batch, we can suppress the gods’ desires.”
Bai Heng, however, immediately stood up, his brows deeply furrowed. “Absolutely not!”
“Celestial Sovereign, Sword Sovereign Sunshine once burned all the Glassy Pure Flowers, and the Old Master agreed with her decision. He will never consent to refining the Six Purities Pill again—it will only stir unrest in the Celestial Realm.”
Han Chuan’s brows knit together tightly.
“Moreover, the Celestial Realm now harbors disciples who have ascended from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. This may lead to further instability.”
Han Chuan’s expression darkened.
“Sword Sovereign Sunshine sacrificed herself for the Three Realms, and the Celestial Realm is grateful. But the act of burning the Glassy Pure Flowers was reckless.”
“Now, all Three Realms venerate her above all else—where does that leave the Celestial Realm?”
“The world only knows Sword Sovereign Sunshine, not the Celestial Realm!”
“And her seven disciples? They are insolent beyond measure. She sacrificed herself for the Three Realms, and we remember her for it. But the heart she left behind is missing—what resurrected is not the Sword Sovereign, but some unknown abomination!”
“It is regrettable that we arrived too late last time and failed to eradicate her.”
The gathered gods remained silent.
“Now that Yan Qing has returned, our Celestial Realm has gained another formidable general. Where can Lu Chao Chao escape this time?” Yan Qing let out a cold scoff, his eyes brimming with icy disdain.
“If we are to keep this from the Old Master, then send the Glassy Pure Flowers to Celestial Medicine Valley.”
Celestial Sovereign Yan Qing nodded in agreement.
Han Chuan waved his hand, dismissing the other gods, leaving only Yan Qing and Bai Heng behind.
“You have worked hard, Yan Qing. You have always distanced yourself from worldly affairs, yet you endured a thousand years in the mortal realm for this.” Han Chuan’s tone was sincere, offering praise.
Yan Qing shook his head. “It was no trouble.”
“The Monarch Emperor has not returned in many years, and with Han Chuan overseeing the Three Realms, it is only right that I lend my aid.”
“Is there any word of the Monarch Emperor?”
Han Chuan nodded. “We have uncovered some clues. In this lifetime, the Monarch Emperor should be able to pass through safely. I suspect it won’t be long before he returns to the Nine Heavens.”
Their expressions lightened with relief.
“If the Monarch Emperor returns, the Celestial Realm will once again be secure.”
“Has the Evil Miasma been contained?” Yan Qing, having been away for so long, inquired further.
Bai Heng and Han Chuan exchanged a glance.
“Ming Kong of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect attempted to break the boundary between the Mortal Realm and the Celestial Realm to flood the mortal world with Evil Miasma—abandoning one realm to save the others.”
Yan Qing’s face darkened with rage. “Utter nonsense! The Mortal Realm is innocent—how could they bear the Celestial Realm’s burden?”
Bai Heng waved his hand dismissively. “He failed.”
“Ming Kong was stopped… by Sword Sovereign Sunshine’s reincarnation.”
Yan Qing secretly let out a sigh of relief.
“If that is the case, then Sword Sovereign Sunshine still harbors the will to protect the people. There is no need to oppose her. She has earned merit in saving the world—her resurrection is of no consequence.”
Han Chuan’s eyelids twitched.
But seeing that Celestial Sovereign Yan Qing did not press the matter, he remained silent.
Bai Heng sighed. “There is another matter. The Evil Miasma continues to grow stronger—Seven Sins has been resurrected.”
Seven Sins had once nearly overturned the Three Realms. It was only with Lu Chao Chao’s aid that he was scattered.
Yan Qing’s expression shifted.
Seven Sins was born from the gods’ desires. Even in the past, he had been nearly unstoppable—how would they suppress him now?
“Worry not, Yan Qing. Han Chuan has already devised a method to suppress Seven Sins! He will not be allowed to reach the Celestial Realm again! To ensure absolute secrecy, this matter has not been publicized.” Bai Heng’s words finally put Yan Qing at ease.
If Seven Sins were to rise again, no one in the Three Realms would be able to restrain him.
“Yan Qing, you have performed great service for the Celestial Realm. You shall be handsomely rewarded.” Han Chuan smiled.
Yan Qing hesitated before responding. “I am willing to serve the Three Realms and require no reward.”
“However…” his tone faltered, revealing a rare trace of awkwardness.
Both Bai Heng and Han Chuan were taken aback—was there truly something that could trouble Yan Qing?
“In the Mortal Realm, I have a daughter—she is but a mortal, fifteen years of age. As her lifespan is fleeting, I wish to bring her to the Celestial Realm and raise her by my side.” Yan Qing’s ears reddened. A thousand years away, and he had returned with a daughter.
Bai Heng and Han Chuan exchanged looks, unable to mask their surprise.
“Very well! Celestial Sovereign Yan Qing’s daughter is cause for celebration! You may bring her to the Celestial Realm at any time.” Han Chuan agreed without hesitation.
Yan Qing inclined his head in gratitude.
After he and Bai Heng departed, Han Chuan’s smile gradually faded.
A Celestial Lord stepped forward.
“That useless Ming Kong—he failed at even this! He even alerted Lu Chao Chao, allowing her to escape!” Han Chuan’s expression turned frigid. What infuriated him most was that Lu Chao Chao had been gravely wounded—an opportune moment!
Yet she had not been captured!
“Has the reincarnation of Seven Sins proceeded as planned?”
“All is going smoothly. He should now be nearly six months along. He is naturally violent and requires an immense amount of power. When he is born, he will surely tear his way out of the womb.”
“He will sacrifice his birth mother upon entering this world.”
“He is the condensed embodiment of the Three Realms’ darkest desires—born to kill, beyond control.”
“Once he matures, his power will be immeasurable.”
Back then, the Three Realms had been powerless against him. Now, with Lu Chao Chao no longer the same as before—who could stop him?
“When that time comes, he will wreak havoc in the Mortal Realm, reducing it to ashes. Only the High Gods will be able to restrain him.”
“All merit will then belong to Han Chuan.”
The Mortal Realm would be plunged into purgatory.
Flood it with Evil Miasma. Sacrifice the Mortal Realm. A perfect plan.
Han Chuan nodded slightly. “Come with me to the Divine Prison.”
What a pity. If only Lu Chao Chao had ventured into the Divine Prison the last time she ascended. Then, she would have met her end in a battle against the gods.
The Sword Sovereign would have perished before she could rise again. A most delightful thought.
“Yes.”
Outside the Divine Prison, massive bolts of lightning cleaved the sky, striking down relentlessly upon the prison walls. The sheer power sent shudders through all who beheld it from afar.
The prison doors opened, releasing a sliver of unfathomable divine wrath.
A young Celestial Lord instinctively shrank behind Han Chuan. This level of heavenly might was beyond his endurance.
Within the prison, atop the execution platform…
A lone figure clad in blue robes swayed with the wind. His hands and feet were bound in chains, each link surging with divine lightning.
His gaze was calm, indifferent.
Overhead, tribulation lightning gathered, roaring as it hurtled toward him, its tail searing through the sky.
His veins bulged, teeth clenched, brows furrowed in agony. Yet, he did not yield.
He gripped his fists tightly, lifting his head toward the heavens, enduring the judgment of the divine.
Before Han Chuan, he betrayed no sign of pain.
His gaze was as sharp as a sword, carrying an innate majesty.
“High God Zong Bai, what resilience.”