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Yu Lian was even more delighted than Wang Ping. She leaned on Wang Ping's shoulder, connected with his primordial spirit, peered into the consciousness of the divine magic envoys in the divine kingdom, and sensed the changes in the divine magic light within them. She said to Wang Ping, "Shall we appoint your divine magic envoy? I feel that the current divine kingdom palace can appoint at least two fifth-realm envoys."

Wang Ping's gaze fell on the eight True Monarchs below the high platform. The idea of ​​bestowing titles upon them with a divine kingdom flashed through his mind, but he quickly suppressed it. They were already at the pinnacle of cultivation in this starry sky, and each of them had made significant achievements in cultivating divine arts. Bestowing titles upon them would not only fail to increase their cultivation, but would also impose great restrictions on them.

Although Wang Ping wanted to limit them, he didn't do so by suppressing them, since these eight would be the main force in dealing with the extraterrestrial demonic cultivators in the future.

Having figured this out, countless images flashed through Wang Ping's eyes again before finally fading into nothingness, and the golden divine light flowing around him also disappeared.

Quan Xing bowed deeply, his voice carrying just the right amount of reverence: "The Emperor's spirit is in harmony with the starry sky, illuminating the universe, and there is an aura of the laws paying homage to the source. This is truly a magnificent scene unprecedented since the beginning of time. We humble Daoists are fortunate enough to witness this grand occasion and see the manifestation of the Great Dao!"

He raised his head slightly, his gaze sincere: "Such a miracle is not only a testament to the Emperor's improved cultivation, but also clear evidence that the Heavenly Dao recognizes the orthodoxy of the Heavenly Court. From now on, the order of the starry sky will have a master, and all spirits will be united. This is truly a blessing for all living beings."

Yu Lian was in a good mood at the moment, and upon hearing this, her gaze fell on Quan Xing, and she said, "What you said is so good!"

Upon hearing this, Quan Xing bowed again, his tone becoming even more earnest: "I am merely recounting the truth and do not deserve the praise of Venerable Lingyuan. The Emperor has used his supreme divine power to re-establish the order of the stars, enabling us to witness the manifestation of the Great Dao. This is the true grace."

He turned to Wang Ping, his eyes filled with just the right amount of awe: "Now that the demonic cultivators outside the realm have not been pacified, we need Your Majesty's extraordinary abilities to govern the whole situation. Although I am foolish, I am willing to serve Your Majesty with utmost loyalty."

Wang Ping waved his hand to stop Quan Xing from continuing, glanced at the audience below, and said softly, "Everyone, please sit down."

"Thank you, Emperor!"

Everyone stood up and bowed. Bai Yan, Xuan Qing, and Quan Xing took the three seats at the front without hesitation. Then came Di Wen, Ao Yi, and Wang Qing. Xiao Shan and Rong Yang politely declined each other's offer, and Xiao Shan sat down first.

Rongyang, who was sitting down last, looked at Changqing on the high platform. He could not compare the Changqing in his memory at this moment. He even doubted whether his memory was wrong. The Changqing who was well-behaved in front of him back then was not the emperor on the high platform at all.

The small hill next to Rongyang was perhaps sleeping most of the time, so it wasn't too preoccupied. Moreover, it believed in the existence of geniuses more than anyone else, and its thoughts were focused on the future development of the Taiyan Sect. This was the benefit of sleeping, as it could avoid most unnecessary thinking.

The one with the most deep thoughts was Ao Yi. He was incredibly fervent about the position of True Lord conferred by Wang Ping, and even more fervent about the faith of hundreds of millions of people. However, the Dragon Lord still existed, which prevented him from expressing his true feelings. Moreover, the pride of the Dragon Clan made him unconvinced of Wang Ping, but now he could only feel awe in the face of Wang Ping.

Half a month ago, when Bai Yan and Quan Xing came to Mercury to bestow titles upon him, his first reaction was ecstatic joy, but this was immediately followed by fear—fear of his father's suspicion. However, to his surprise, his father immediately sent him a telepathic message, urging him to accept the appointment.

He was conflicted at that moment, disdainful of Wang Ping yet overjoyed at being conferred the title of True Lord. On the surface, he had to feign indignation. The moment he accepted the title, he asked to see his father, but he was not granted his wish.

At this moment, he was facing Wang Ping. Every time he met Wang Ping's gaze, he would involuntarily lower his head. This was due to a subconscious sense of awe deep in his mind. He did not know when he had begun to revere Wang Ping.

While they were all lost in their own thoughts, Wang Ping, standing on the high platform, spoke again: "Now that the Heavenly Court has been established, it must fulfill its responsibilities. Its first priority is to rectify the source, govern the beliefs of all spirits, regulate the sacrifices of the world, and establish the fundamental principles of civilization."

He paused deliberately, his gaze falling on Ao Yi, and said, "From this day forward, those who have not been granted a title by the Heavenly Court shall not be allowed to enjoy the offerings of incense in the mortal world. This matter shall begin with the Linshui Prefecture and the Vajra Temple. The primary task is to sever the sacrifices to the Dragon King and the Heavenly Craftsmen."

Upon hearing this, Ao Yi suddenly looked up to meet Wang Ping's unquestionable gaze, then quickly looked down again; Wang Qing, on the other hand, was relatively calm, at least outwardly so.

A moment of silence fell over the scene, then Wang Ping asked, "What's wrong? Are you two factions having difficulties?"

Wang Qing immediately rose, walked to the center of the imperial path, clasped his hands in prayer, and a soft Buddhist light emanated from his body.

"Your Majesty is merciful. The Buddha's teachings say, 'One is all, and all is one.' The unification of faiths today is in line with this principle. Only by breaking through delusions can we see the true nature. Vajra Temple is willing to be the vanguard, helping Your Majesty to cleanse the delusion and give all beings a place to belong."

He raised his head slightly, his brows showing a compassionate expression typical of Buddhists: "Although the Dragon King and the Heavenly Craftsman have bestowed favors upon us, the private enjoyment of incense offerings is ultimately attachment to appearances. If we can take this opportunity to see through our ego, it would certainly be a meritorious deed."

After speaking, he bowed deeply: "This humble monk will now convey the Dharma decree to the three thousand temples, and from this day forward, change the sacrificial rites and exclusively worship the Heavenly Court's calendar."

He had long wanted to break the belief of the Heavenly Workers, but he had never had the opportunity. Now that he not only had the opportunity, but also had the Heavenly Court as his help, he made up his mind and no longer hesitated.

Yu Lian communicated with Wang Ping in the spiritual sea, saying, "I didn't expect this old monk to be so eloquent, even more so than Quan Xing."

Upon hearing Wang Qing's words, Di Wen looked at the high and mighty Wang Ping, and in a moment of reflection, rose and went to the center of the imperial road, bowed and said, "This humble Taoist would like to ask, has the Heavenly Craftsmanship not been granted any titles?"

Wang Ping's gaze fell on Di Wen, while Yu Lian said in her spiritual sea, "This guy is really straightforward."

"The fate of Tiangong is not in my hands, but in his own."

Wang Ping's voice was neither joyful nor sorrowful.

Upon hearing this, Di Wen raised an eyebrow, then bowed again and returned to his seat.

Wang Ping then turned his gaze to Ao Yi, who was currently struggling with his thoughts. Feeling Wang Ping's gaze, Ao Yi felt a sudden sense of unease and fear.

At this moment, Quan Xing bowed respectfully to Wang Ping, then turned to Ao Yi, whose face was filled with struggle, with a seemingly gentle smile on his face:
“Fellow Daoist Ao Yi, if you are unable to handle this matter personally due to the constraints of paternal ethics, I am willing to serve in your stead. After all, upholding the laws of Heaven is our shared responsibility.”

Though he spoke slowly, every word was like a needle:
"You should know that Linshui Prefecture has ruled over the water veins for ten thousand years, and its believers are all over the starry sea. It would be unwise to delay the Emperor's important affairs due to momentary hesitation."

Upon hearing this, Ao Yi subconsciously stood up. The pride of the dragon race made him instinctively want to reprimand Quan Xing, but the current situation in the Heavenly Court was no longer what it was when the Dragon King reigned over the starry sky.

Faced with the gazes of the crowd fixed on him, and the increasingly impatient stares from the platform, he could only forcefully suppress the anger in his heart.

Looking at Ao Yi's condition, Yu Lian communicated with Wang Ping in her spiritual sea: "Poor little dragon, from the day he was born, he was under the protection of the Dragon Lord. Even when he was at the fourth level of cultivation, the True Lord of the Demon Clan treated him with respect. Now he has been publicly humiliated by Quan Xing. Did you do this on purpose to divert Ao Yi's hatred?"

Wang Ping remained noncommittal, his gaze sweeping over Quan Xing without making a sound.

At this moment, Wang Ping held the position of Heavenly Emperor, and the True Lords had already acknowledged his status. If Ao Yi disagreed, Wang Ping would have the opportunity to directly interfere in the affairs of Linshui Prefecture. If Ao Yi agreed, it would be like planting a thorn between father and son. If the Dragon Lord objected, Wang Ping could still suppress him with the righteousness of the Heavenly Court. A few breaths later, Ao Yi took a deep breath, the last trace of struggle in his eyes turning into determination. He walked to the center of the imperial path, bowed deeply to Wang Ping, his voice trembling with suppressed emotion, yet exceptionally firm:

"Your Majesty, with the laws of the Heavenly Court established, how dare the Linshui Prefecture neglect public duty for private gain? I hereby issue an order to the four seas and eight wastelands, that all sacrifices to the Dragon Lord be abolished from this moment forth, and that the Heavenly Court's orthodox calendar be fully implemented!"

He straightened up, the innate pride of the dragon race now transforming into a heavy pressure, and said, word by word, "If anyone disobeys, I will deal with them according to the Heavenly Rules, without any leniency!"

Upon hearing this, he seemed to have unloaded a heavy burden, or as if he had personally severed some kind of shackles. Although his gaze still rippled, it was now clear and lucid.

Di Wen looked at Ao Yi in the center of the imperial road and sighed inwardly. His gaze then involuntarily turned to Wang Ping, who was high above him. The awe that Wang Ping had instilled in him deepened once again, forcing him to use his cultivation to forcefully suppress those unpleasant memories.

"very good!"

Wang Ping remained calm, offering only a two-word evaluation before moving on to the second matter: "Secondly, each lineage should open its gates wide, selecting talented individuals. Furthermore, it must deduce the secret methods of the four realms, regardless of whether they involve talismans, alchemy, artifacts, or arrays; anything that can benefit cultivation should be recorded in the Daoist canon."

He lightly tapped his fingertips in the air, conjuring up an image of a starry sea conquest:

"I hereby order the Bureau of Creation to oversee all the workshops in the heavens, to collect all the finest materials in the starry sky, and to build flying ships and warships to the greatest extent possible." He looked out at the boundless starry sky outside the palace: "You should know that this is not a matter of winning or losing for a moment, but a matter of creating peace for all ages. I hope that you will work together to build an immortal foundation."

As soon as he said this, Quan Xing followed up with a barrage of flattery, and only then did the other True Lords stand up to respond.

Wang Ping was very satisfied with everyone's reaction. He extended his left hand and pointed to the eight jade slips, saying to the True Lords, "These are the secret techniques of the fourth realm weapon cultivation and the fourth realm wood spirit side sect. You can go down and study them carefully to open up more side sect fourth realm channels."

As Zhu Zhenjun accepted the jade slip and was about to express his gratitude, Wang Ping's gaze fell on Di Wen. "The number of people in the Earth Cave Sect is small. You should do your best to cultivate them so that the cultivators of the third and fourth realms of the Earth Vein Sect are numerous. The fifth realm of the Fruit Realm must be perfected as soon as possible, so that the inheritance will not be incomplete."

Then, his gaze swept over the True Lords in the hall, his voice like the clinking of gold and jade:

"In this era of fierce competition among the stars, the five fellow Daoists are the pillars for expanding beyond the realm. I hope that you will broaden your paths and no longer restrict the talents under your tutelage."

In the past, the True Lords present would certainly not have wanted anyone to share power. However, under the current Heavenly Court order, with Wang Ping occupying the position of Emperor, they actually hoped that their sects would have more Fifth Realm cultivators. They had previously thought that Wang Ping would suppress the other cultivators like the Dragon Lord, but they did not expect that Wang Ping would not only not suppress them, but would instead encourage them.

In this way, they naturally have no reason to object.

With the second matter settled, Wang Ping took the opportunity to bring up the third matter: "The Daoist traditions of the Inner Ring Star Domain are now flourishing, with over ten million people practicing Qi cultivation, and the number is increasing every year. However, the border defenses are weak. I intend to build a Demon-Suppressing Star Ring along the starry sky. Firstly, it can cleanse the turbid Qi infiltrating from outside the domain; secondly, it can slow down the invasion of those evil creatures; and thirdly, it can prepare for future expeditions across the starry sea."

Under this starry sky, it was Wang Ping's one-man show. Moreover, this was not a proposal, but a resolution. So there was no discussion on whether to implement it, but rather on the star regions that each person was responsible for. However, it was all settled in just a quarter of an hour.

After agreeing on the star regions they would be responsible for, Wang Ping also gave them a time limit.

Three hundred years!
Time is not enough, because the edge of the starry sky is very large. Even with the cultivation of the fifth realm, it would take hundreds of years to fly around it without using a teleportation array.

Wang Ping summoned the True Lords primarily to have them formally acknowledge the Heavenly Court's order. Secondly, he addressed three matters he had mentioned. After giving these instructions, he dismissed the True Lords and bestowed upon each of them a new communication token, so that he could summon them at any time to discuss matters in the future.

Such efficiency is several times faster than a single meeting at the Dao Palace.

Just as the True Lords left, Wang Ping's 'Heavenly Eye' between his eyebrows suddenly opened, his gaze rapidly traversing space, silently enveloping the figures of all the True Lords.

The next moment, countless fragments of Zhu Zhenjun's past flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

He saw Xuanqing chosen by the Jade Purity Sect, going from a clueless Qi cultivator to the point of merging with the True Lord of Lingshan; while Baiyan's life began with the strength of the third realm, he was a true Asura bloodline, and did not need to go through the slumber of the third realm; he saw Quanxing slowly growing up in the tribe with difficulty.

The past of the True Monarchs of the Diwen Sect was almost identical. However, when all these past events touched upon the key scenes at the Fifth Realm level, the images suddenly became blurry, causing Wang Ping to feel somewhat irritable. In addition, reading the past of eight True Monarchs in an instant almost filled his consciousness and memories.

Fortunately, Wang Ping's cultivation is now strong, and his divine arts are connected to the Heavenly Dao. He recovered in an instant and immediately erased the past memories of the eight True Monarchs.

"What happened to you?"

Yu Lian asked.

Wang Ping told him the truth, treating it as a casual conversation to restore his sense of humanity.

Sensing the regret in Wang Ping's emotions, Yu Lian said, "It seems you still have to continue your cultivation. The Five Realms are part of the rules themselves, and there should be no distinction between strong and weak in terms of the rules of the starry sky."

As she finished speaking, her golden eyes looked towards the door.

Wang Ping also looked out of the gate, where Bai Yan had returned and landed once again on the Ascension Platform at the end of the steps in front of the Primordial Palace.

Wang Ping was not surprised. Shortly after he came out of seclusion, he knew that Bai Yan had something to say to him, but he had never had the chance.

With the establishment of a spacetime tunnel, Bai Yan appeared directly in the center of the palace's imperial road. Wang Ping, with Yu Lian in tow, flashed to Bai Yan's side.

"Fellow Daoist seems to have something important to discuss?"

Wang Ping took the initiative to ask.

Bai Yan cupped his hands and said, "There is something. Back then, Yao Xi actually had some plans for the outer realms." (End of this chapter)