Above the Nine Heavens, the sea of clouds churns.
Within the Lingxiao Palace, immortal mist swirls, and purple aura rises.
Hao Tian, using the authority of the Heavenly Emperor, quietly intercepts the three causal lines connected to his bloodline between heaven and earth.
Splash, splash, splash~~
On the surface of the Heavenly Dao Treasure Mirror, the light flows, rippling like water waves.
Vivid and lively scenes begin to slowly erge within the mirror.
One scene is the towering, perilous, and immortal-qi-circled Kunlun Immortal Mountain.
On the martial arts arena paved with white jade, a handso young man with a determined look holds a Three-pointed Two-bladed Divine Halberd, exuding extraordinary flair.
Another scene is the vast, deep, and mysterious Dragon Palace of the East Sea.
In a peculiar palace filled with various strange creations.
A young man in a white coat, with a steady personality, assists an old man with a large turtle shell on his back, his face full of despair.
They seem to be conducting so experint.
Though the process appears sowhat "tragic," the young man's originally slightly frail body is tempered by repeated "explosions" and "tornts," becoming increasingly resilient and immune to all poisons.
The last scene is beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, at the Wa Palace full of creation and life essence.
A young girl in white, exquisite and adorable like a porcelain doll, sits cross-legged on a giant lotus leaf.
In front of her, an ancient Treasure Lotus Lamp quietly hovers, emitting a colorful, gentle, and warm Protective Divine Light.
The young girl's eyes are closed, her expression focused and devout, evidently engaging in the deepest divine soul fusion with the powerful Innate Spiritual Treasure.
Seeing these three vividly different yet equally hope-filled scenes in the mirror.
A heartfelt smile of comfort appears on Hao Tian's face.
"It seems they are all doing quite well."
The Heavenly Rules are rciless, but the Heavenly Emperor is compassionate.
Now, seeing his nephews and niece able to apprentice under the top Great Powers of the era, follow famous teachers, practice diligently, and grow stronger each day.
He feels genuinely happy and proud.
Hao Tian stands with his hands behind his back, pacing back and forth on the smooth, mirror-like gold brick floor.
His figure stretches long within the vast hall.
"Alas, in the end, these children are wronged."
He sighs lightly, his tone carrying the guilt of an elder.
"If it weren't for the current untily mont, I should have brought them all to the headquarters of the Heavenly Dao Academy above the Nine Heavens."
His eyes glimr with hopeful light.
"Let them learn, compete, and grow alongside the true divine offspring and the prodigies from all races across the Ten Thousand Worlds."
"Allow them to truly integrate, that would be best!"
He himself was once one of the best students of the Heavenly Dao Academy, apprenticing under the oldest and most powerful entities.
Naturally, he hopes his nephews and niece can receive the most orthodox and top-tier education from the Heavenly Court.
"But fortunately, the Primordial Daoist and others are also the top existences of the era and more than capable of teaching these children."
He nods in self-comfort.
"Moreover, I recall that Kunlun Mountain, the Dragon Palace of the East Sea, including the Human Immortal Lineage of Nuwa Daoist, all seem to have branches of the Heavenly Dao Academy set up."
"With the children there, they will inevitably access the core heritage, so there's no need to worry too much about that."
Just as Hao Tian, akin to a concerned old father, fretfully mumbles to himself.
A clear, teasing voice suddenly rings out behind him.
"I say, Your Majesty, why put yourself through such trouble?"
From the shadows of the great hall, a handso young man, dressed in golden chain armor, with hawk-like sharp eyes, and a face like a jade crown, slowly steps out.
His golden hair is dazzling, with the faint silhouette of heavenly wings unfolding behind him, emanating an unparalleled sharpness capable of tearing the heavens.
He is the forr Crown Prince of the Demon Clan, now one of the Grand Marshals of the Taiwei Heavenly Court, the son of Yuan Huang—Golden-winged Roc.
Seeing the conflicted Hao Tian pacing back and forth over his nephews' future, Jin Peng can't help but shake his head with a smile.
"If you care so much for them, are so pained for them."
"Why not simply choose a suitable ti, descend in person, and acknowledge them?"
"Explain everything clearly, and the family reunites in harmony, wouldn't that be wonderful?"
"Not appropriate, not appropriate, the ti isn't right yet, absolutely inappropriate."
Upon hearing this, Hao Tian shakes his head vehently, flatly rejecting Jin Peng's suggestion.
"Now is far from the right ti for reunion."
A profound, enigmatic smile with a touch of "old fox" cunning appears on his face.
"Moreover, in order for them to return to the Heavenly Court and recognize their roots in the most spectacular, most captivating way that could be renowned across the Three Realms."
"I have personally devised a grand plan that will go down in history, making them famous throughout the Three Realms!"
"How can I just abandon my efforts?"
"Oh?"
At this mont, another cool and dignified mature woman's voice cos from the other side of the hall.
A goddess dressed in the Nine Heavens Mystic Bird Robe, with a graceful stance, unparalleled beauty, noble bearing, and full of wisdom, holding a scroll of Star Map, slowly steps forward.
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