Isn't this exactly the specialty of our Heavenly Realm deities—to focus on the primary conflict, resolve the secondary ones, and then continue to slack off and rest high up?
Understanding this point, True Monarch Tianpeng felt a sudden clarity before his eyes, and the huge burden in his heart fell heavily to the ground.
He once again displayed that trademark simple and honest smile, bowing deeply to the Monarch once more.
"Thank you, Monarch, for your enlightennt! I understand now!"
Taishang Lao Zi, seeing his newfound understanding, showed a hint of approving smile in his eyes and nodded with satisfaction.
A teachable child indeed.
The Monarch's hand flicked the Qingjing Feather Duster, the movent elegant and ethereal, carrying endless Dao rhythm.
"Boom!"
The cover of the giant Furnace of Eight Trigrams not far away opened with a sound, the Six Ding and Six Jia Divine Fire inside roaring, bright as a rainbow, its skyward flas illuminating the entire Doushuai Temple with splendid brilliance and auspicious aura.
Amidst that fierce flas' light, a Divine Weapon rose and fell with the rhythm of the flas, emitting a treasure glow that made one's heart palpitate.
The Monarch extended a finger, pointing from afar at the Divine Weapon.
The Divine Weapon emitted a clear and lodious hum, transford into a beam of golden light, and flew out of the furnace, steadily hovering in front of True Monarch Tianpeng.
Tianpeng fixed his gaze and saw that it was a weapon of peculiar design.
Its handle was jet-black, its head gleaming, with nine sharp prongs, flashing a cold gleam, clearly an extraordinary item.
The Monarch slowly said: "This treasure is nad: Upper Treasure Golden钯."
There was a hint of solemnity in his voice.
"I gathered Divine Ice Iron, personally forg-ed it, and with the power of the Six Ding and Six Jia, painstakingly forged it."
"Its length and size can change according to your will, it can stabilize Qiankun, and in its swings, it clandestinely aligns with the Yin Yang Dao, able to separate sun and moon."
The Monarch's eyes fell on Tianpeng, continuing: "Since you have accepted the task of the Heavenly Emperor, you represent the dignity of the Heavenly Court, by all ans, you must not neglect it, nor go barehanded."
"Take this object with you for protection and to engage the enemy, and head down to the Mortal World early."
True Monarch Tianpeng was simply overjoyed, the suddenness of such fortune left him a bit at a loss.
He originally thought a few words of guidance from the Monarch would be imnse good fortune, never did he expect the Monarch to bestow such a weighty treasure!
He hurriedly bowed to the ground again, his voice trembling with excitent.
"How am I worthy to receive such a generous gift from the Monarch! Thank you, Monarch! Thank you, Monarch!"
He repeatedly gave his thanks, expressing his boundless gratitude.
The Monarch rely smiled faintly, flicked his feather duster again, a gentle force lifted Tianpeng up.
Only then did Tianpeng, with trembling hands, reverently accept the Upper Treasure Golden钯.
The Divine Weapon in his hands transmitted a weighty texture and cool touch, as if he was holding an entire Star River.
With a thought, the weapon adjusted in accordance to his will, a sense of bloodline connection arose spontaneously.
Tianpeng's heart filled with heroic spirit, unable to suppress it any longer, he began to wield it boldly and openly in the hall of Doushuai Temple.
He moved with fierce vigor, the shades of the weapon stacking upon each other, sotis like a Spiritual Snake erging from its hole, cunning and fierce, at other tis like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, unstoppable.
The Upper Treasure Golden钯 in his hand seed to co alive, each move causing the space to faintly tremble, scattering treasure light in all directions.
"Handy! Indeed, a handy treasure!"
After his dance, Tianpeng slung the Golden钯 over his shoulder, face full of red glow, imnsely joyful.
He showered the Monarch with countless thanks, almost exhausting every praise he knew.
The Monarch, looking at his unsophisticated deanor, finally couldn't help but laugh and scold, "Fool."
Then he turned his head, instructing the Golden Horn and Silver Horn on the side: "Go, bring the newly refined Purple Gold Red Gourd of Nine Revolutions Great Returning Pill and give it to the Marshal."
The Golden Horn and Silver Horn went obediently, soon returning with a Purple Gold Red Gourd, respectfully handing it to Tianpeng.
Only then did the Monarch impatiently wave his hand, as if shooing flies.
"Alright, alright, I've given you the treasure and the spirit pill, enough with the noise, go quickly to accomplish your task!"
Saying this, he closed his eyes again, entering ditation, no longer paying attention to him.
Having received a Divine Weapon and a Spirit Pill, Tianpeng felt imnsely refreshed and in high spirits.
He carefully stored the Golden钯 and Elixir dicine Gourd, bowed three more tis to the Monarch's back, and then contentedly exited the Doushuai Temple.
He did not imdiately assemble his troops, but first made a trip to the South Heavenly Gate.
There he made a brief farewell with his good brother Sha Xin, who had been promoted to Curtain-Raising Heavenly General due to his rits.
Sha Xin stood beneath the Heavenly Gate, figure straight, face resolute, and after hearing Tianpeng's recount, heavily patted his shoulder, saying solemnly, "Brother, be cautious in all things."
Tianpeng grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth: "Don't worry, I, Old Pig, know what I'm doing."
After bidding farewell to his friend, Tianpeng returned to the Heavenly River Mansion, formally ordered the assembly of the troops.
Eighty thousand Heavenly River Navy soldiers, at his command, rapidly gathered.
Warships sailed the sky, banners fluttered, magnificently heading toward the Guan River Mouth in the Mortal World.
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Yuqing Realm, Qingwei Heaven.
Two primordial forms converged once more.
At this mont, Xuanqing stopped the disciples.
"Master, is there sowhere we went wrong?" The disciples humbly inquired.
"Not at all, not at all."
Xuanqing smiled: "Proceed, there's sothing that requires Yu Ding to take a trip."
Yu Ding imdiately transford and erged.
"What are your orders, Master?"
Xuanqing said: "You have a disciple trapped in a predicant, bring him back to Yuxu Palace."
"My disciple?"
True Master Yu Ding was initially taken aback, then after calculating with his fingers, laughed, "This disciple will set out imdiately!"
"I'll be sure to bring back our Chan Sect War God."
From the side, Guang Chengzi smiled and reminded, "Junior Brother, our Chan Sect persuades through reasoning, make sure not to act recklessly!"
Yu Ding nodded: "Thank you for the reminder, Senior Brother, I understand."
With that said, True Master Yu Ding transford into a sword light and left.
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