Feeling the reckless madness emanating from the Heavenly Dao, Chen Yi realized he might have pushed things too far.
If he truly wanted to resist head-on, merging three one-star avatars into a two-star avatar could suppress it, but doing so would inevitably attract the Tribulation of Ascension!
And right now, his mission wasn’t complete—he couldn’t immediately open a teleportation channel to escape.
If he got caught by that damned Tribulation of Ascension, these three one-star avatars would suffer terribly, perhaps even be destroyed outright.
The cost was too high, and Chen Yi wasn’t willing to bear it. So, he had to find a way to pacify this world’s enraged Heavenly Dao first.
After a moment of contemplation, Chen Yi casually kneaded the golden dragon of fortune into a spherical pearl and held it in his palm, calmly staring into the depths of the sky.
"Wait, I know you’re upset, but calm down first!"
BOOM!!!
The Heavenly Dao paid no heed. A bolt of thunder brimming with destructive force descended instantly.
This strike, fueled by the full power of the world, was something even a Transcendent Realm cultivator wouldn’t dare take head-on.
But Chen Yi, tempered by the far more terrifying Tribulation of Ascension multiple times, stood unwavering. His three avatars stood side by side, enduring the overwhelming heavenly lightning.
There was no other choice. The little Heavenly Dao was furious right now. If he didn’t even let it vent its anger by striking him, it would never calm down.
After a while, once the first bolt of heavenly lightning dissipated and the Heavenly Dao seemed slightly pacified, Chen Yi finally spoke with composure:
"Enough with the tantrums. You wouldn’t want the world to descend into chaos, with warlords rising and the land torn apart by war, would you?"
RUMBLE—
The sky let out a low, thunderous growl but ultimately refrained from striking again, only conveying its displeasure through an overwhelming will.
"What exactly do you want?"
Chen Yi smirked. "The foundation of this dynasty still stands. If I intervene to stabilize its fortune and install a new emperor to restore order, the turmoil will be quelled in no time."
The Heavenly Dao hesitated for a moment before asking, "...And what is the price?"
Chen Yi chuckled lightly. "Beg me."
"Impossible! The Heavenly Dao is supreme and will never bow to anyone, especially not an outsider from another world!"
"Then there’s nothing I can do. Who knows which warlord will end up seizing this fortune pearl? Pity the common folk—victims of the ambition that builds mountains of bones..."
Chen Yi shook his head and stopped suppressing the turbulent fortune within the pearl, allowing it to slowly drift outward.
"Wait—stop releasing it!"
The Heavenly Dao couldn’t hold back and called out to halt him.
"Hmm?" Chen Yi glanced sideways at the sky, unmoved.
"Stop! Stop!" The Heavenly Dao grew frantic, rumbling violently. "You may be an honored guest of this world. Within reason, any request of yours shall be granted. This is my greatest concession—is this acceptable?!"
"Certainly." Chen Yi nodded slightly and willed the turbulent fortune back into the pearl.
Seeing this, the Heavenly Dao also relented, dispersing the thick storm clouds to reveal clear skies as a gesture of goodwill. It then asked:
"Then, who do you intend to place on the throne?"
Chen Yi smiled without answering, simply pointing at Liu Ruyan, who was still lying motionless on the ground.
......
Liu Ruyan felt like she was dead—but not entirely.
She could clearly sense that her heart had stopped beating, her blood no longer flowed, her body had turned cold, and she was even starting to stiffen.
Yet her mind remained active, allowing her thoughts to run wild, as if trapped in sleep paralysis—fully conscious but unable to move a muscle.
She lingered in this half-dead state for who knows how long.
Then—
A surge of scorching energy poured into her heart, unleashing an overwhelming vitality in an instant.
Thump—thump—thump—
Her lifeless heart began beating again. The stagnant blood resumed its flow. Her icy body warmed rapidly, soon growing uncomfortably hot.
"Ghk—ghk—ghk—"
Her tongue, which had been lolling out from the hanging, suddenly snapped back into place. Liu Ruyan jolted awake, sitting up and retching violently as clots of congealed blood spewed from her throat!
"Well? Not a pleasant experience, was it? Still planning to act on your own next time?"
A teasing voice sounded from beside her.
Liu Ruyan instinctively looked up and saw a young man in cyan-blue Daoist robes standing nearby.
Those sharp yet gentle sword-like brows, those deep starry eyes, that tall nose bridge, thin lips, and sharply defined jawline—
Ahhh!!!
He’s so handsome!
Wait—
What did he just say?
He... he... he’s that damn group admin?!
The realization struck her like a bolt of lightning.
She understood now—everything made sense.
It wasn’t that the teleportation channel was slow. No, this was the damn group admin’s punishment for her disobedience!
Ugh...
How can someone so handsome be so infuriating?!
Suddenly, she felt disillusioned with attractive men...
"Hey! Stop spacing out. Put this on."
Chen Yi’s sharp command snapped her back to reality. With a flick of his wrist, he refined the fortune pearl into a phoenix coronet and plopped it onto Liu Ruyan’s head.
Before she could react, a sharp pain shot through her skull, followed by a flood of information surging into her mind, churning violently.
"The Great Zhou has fallen! The Great Wind shall rise! The cycle begins anew—prosperity under Heaven!"
"Bearing the coronet of fortune, wielding the authority of the sovereign, the first year of Great Wind begins—founding Empress Liu Ruyan..."
She was dumbfounded. Completely and utterly lost.
Huh?! I just took a nap—how did I end up as a founding empress?!
Bewildered, Liu Ruyan scratched her head, wanting to ask the damn group admin what was going on.
But Chen Yi merely smiled mysteriously and waved his sleeve.
In an instant, the world shifted around her!
In the blink of an eye, Liu Ruyan found herself clad in imperial robes, seated upon a dragon throne.
Below her stretched a magnificent golden hall, where rows of officials knelt trembling, their voices echoing in unison:
"Long live Your Majesty! Long live Your Majesty! Long, long live Your Majesty..."
Liu Ruyan was still utterly stunned, but as she gazed at the sea of prostrated figures below, an indescribable feeling surged from deep within her heart, spreading uncontrollably.
She instinctively raised a hand. "Dear in-laws—"
Halfway through, she realized her mistake. Her face flushed crimson as she hastily corrected herself, "Ahem—I mean, rise, my loyal subjects!"
Yet the officials remained motionless, not daring to move an inch.
Thinking they hadn’t heard her, Liu Ruyan raised her voice, cheeks still burning. "I—We command you to rise!"
This time, her voice rang clearly through the hall, echoing off the walls.
Still, the officials acted as if deaf, kneeling in silence.
Liu Ruyan was at a loss again. Did I do it wrong?
Fellow netizens, what should a first-time empress keep in mind?
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