"All of you have your own opinions and all of you have candidates to become saints in your hearts. Who should this emperor listen to?" Ye Xuan had a smile on his face. He didn't show the slightest bit of anger as he looked around at the people of the Heavenly Court.
"This …?"
For a moment, everyone was silent. As Ye Xuan said, their opinions did not agree at all. There would be no result even if they continued to argue.
"Styx."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
When Ye Xuan looked at Nether River Patriarch, the latter hurriedly bowed and answered.
"You were an overlord of the Nether Blood Sea. I let you take charge of the Nether World and sent many Sage-to-be Daluo to help you unify the Nether World. I even lent you the Hong Meng Immortal Qi in the past, but you did not find the opportunity to become a Saint. Am I right?" Ye Xuan said calmly.
Hearing Ye Xuan's words, Nether River Patriarch's expression changed slightly. He hurriedly answered, "You are right, Your Majesty. I will never forget your kindness."
"Good."
Ye Xuan nodded indifferently, then looked at Emperor Jun and said, "Emperor Jun, your Demon Race was abandoned by Nüwa in the Heaven Patching Grand Banquet. Millions of Demon Race were oppressed by the Wu Tribe. Your brother Donghuang Taiyi's Bell of Chaos was taken by Houtu. Who saved your brother's life and helped him take back the Bell of Chaos? And who promised to protect your Demon Race forever?"
Emperor Jun's face was pale. He hurriedly knelt and kowtowed, "The Demon Race can be prosperous today because of your kindness. My brother and I will never forget your kindness."
"Good."
Ye Xuan nodded slightly, then looked at Taishang Laojun and said, "Laojun, you were the Good Corpse of Daode Tianzun and Lao Tzu. Who helped you sever your connection with Lao Tzu and become an independent individual?"
"This …?"
Taishang Laojun trembled. He hurriedly bowed and said, "It was your help that made me who I am today."
Silence, silence, a deathly silence.
Ye Xuan called out the names of these quasi-sages one by one, recounting the events of the past one by one. This made the people who were called out break out in cold sweat. Their faces revealed a look of shame.
"In that case, I, Ye Xuan, am indebted to all of you. That's why I was able to establish the massive 33 layers of the Celestial Court. In other words, I, Ye Xuan, do not owe you anything?" Ye Xuan was still smiling.
"We will never dare to forget the Heavenly Emperor's kindness."
Everyone in the Celestial Court knelt down and kowtowed. Their voices rumbled like a tsunami.
Bang!
Suddenly, an earth-shattering explosion rang out. The cloud table in front of Ye Xuan was smashed to smithereens. The smile on his face disappeared in an instant, replaced by a gloomy and chilling expression.
"Since this Emperor does not owe you anything and has instead given you a great favor, yet you dare to question this Emperor's decision today, can this Emperor assume that all of you have the intention to rebel?"
"Hiss!"
Gasps could be heard constantly. When Ye Xuan finished speaking, everyone present was as silent as cicadas in winter. They even knelt on the ground, not daring to stand up.
"How dare you question this Emperor's decision? Or are you saying that your wings have hardened and you no longer take this Emperor seriously?"
Ye Xuan glared angrily. Waves of terrifying aura burst forth. Even the heavens and earth rumbled and shook. The winds and clouds changed color, and the world in all directions trembled violently.
When the Heavenly Emperor was angry, the heavens and earth would be turned upside down. This was not just a saying. This also instantly awakened everyone in the Celestial Court from their greed. Only then did they realize that Ye Xuan was extremely furious.
"A mere Saint's position actually caused all of you to split up. You've really disappointed this Emperor." Ye Xuan said hoarsely. Strands of black lightning circled around his body. His soaring killing intent made everyone's hearts tremble.
As a leader, one must know how to control and centralize power in one's own hands.
Just now, Ye Xuan questioned everyone present one by one. He first talked about the favors he had done to these people in the past. This was a sweet date to let them know that he did not owe them, but rather they owed him. Now, Ye Xuan's furious questioning was like an iron rod to wake everyone up.
This was the so-called combination of kindness and severity. This was also the way of control for a superior.
At this moment, everyone in the Celestial Court felt ashamed. They all came to their senses. How could they dare to not accept this?
Moreover, they realized that the 33rd Celestial Court was only so large under the leadership of Ye Xuan. The Opportunity to become a Saint was something that belonged to Ye Xuan alone, not everyone.
To put it bluntly, Ye Xuan could give the Opportunity to become a Saint to whomever he wanted. It was not up to them to point fingers at him.
Of course, Ye Xuan was just putting on an act. He was not really angry. He could not personally kill these subordinates who followed him. After all, this was just Luo Hou's plan to divide the Celestial Court.
Although everyone in the Celestial Court was ashamed and in awe of Ye Xuan's power, they still needed Ye Xuan to divert the disaster.
What was diverting the disaster?
It was to point the spearhead at someone else. Only then could the Celestial Court unite.
Ye Xuan had already chosen this person.
"Legend has it that the Demon Ancestor Luo Hou had three disciples. His first disciple was called Shura Tian, his second disciple was called Mo Luotian, and his third disciple was called Senluo Tian. Unfortunately, Shura Tian and Mo Luotian died in the Great Tribulation of the Dragon Han Era. Only his youngest disciple disappeared without a trace."
"Am I right, Senluo Tian?" Ye Xuan looked coldly at Wutian. His voice was hoarse and low, and a cruel look flashed across his eyes.
"Celestial … Celestial Emperor … What are you talking about … I really don't understand." Wutian's expression changed greatly. At this moment, his body and mind were trembling. The panicked expression on his face had already betrayed his inner thoughts.
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand."
Ye Xuan said hoarsely. He turned back to look at Luo Hou, only to see that Luo Hou's expression was cold and no longer as gentle as before. He was also staring at Ye Xuan with a gloomy expression.
"Back then, when I saved you from the Jiuyou Tower on Spirit Mountain, I told you that if you dared to rebel, then your soul would scatter and you would die. Today is the day I fulfilled my promise." The corners of Ye Xuan's mouth curled into a smile as he looked at Luo Hou, but his delicious words were spoken to Wu Tian.
Back then, Ye Xuan discovered that Wutian's cultivation was all demonic techniques. His demonic techniques were extremely pure. Although Wutian tried to hide it, how could he escape Ye Xuan's eyes?
At that time, Ye Xuan guessed that Wutian and Luo Hou had a close relationship, but it was never confirmed. However, when Gu Beichen told him about Luo Hou, it naturally led him to investigate Wutian's identity.
Sure enough, at today's coronation ceremony, Wutian stood up. This also indirectly confirmed Wutian's true identity as the Demon Ancestor's disciple.
"Celestial … Celestial Emperor, please forgive me … I was bewitched by Luo Hou … I never thought of betraying the Celestial Emperor … I was completely instigated by Wutian." Old Lord Taishang's face was pale. He hurriedly knelt down and apologized to Ye Xuan.
Such a scene suddenly woke up everyone in the Celestial Court. They also suddenly understood everything. It turned out that the instigator of all this was Luo Hou and his disciple's mischief. They almost caused internal strife.
"You can go die now."
Ye Xuan said indifferently. With a flick of his finger, the space exploded. The black thunderbolt suddenly poured down on Wutian. It was obvious that it wanted to destroy his soul.
"Master, save me!"
Between life and death, there was great terror. Wutian mournfully begged Luo Hou for help. However, Luo Hou's eyes narrowed slightly. As his palms and fingers flipped, Wutian was instantly sucked in front of him.
"Ye Daoyou, it was just a joke. Why would you lower yourself to my disciple's level?" Luo Hou smiled slightly. The chaotic demonic light surrounded Wutian directly behind him.
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