After the rain cleared, a magnificent rainbow arched across the sky.
This was the Celestial Pivot Heaven's Dao expressing its delight.
There was no helping it—that unfathomably profound True God had descended. Just by standing there, his invincible aura was impossible to conceal. It was as if with him present, no matter how fierce the storms outside raged, the Celestial Pivot Star Domain—this little boat—would never capsize!
An indescribable sense of security filled the heavens and earth. Even those unfortunate souls still submerged in floodwaters were deeply moved, firmly convinced they wouldn’t drown today. And if, by some truly rotten luck, they did drown, they’d at least be reborn into a better life next time!
As the panic of all living beings was soothed, the chaotic thoughts of the Celestial Pivot Heaven's Dao gradually returned to normal.
At last, it could seriously analyze the cause of today’s calamity.
Admittedly, due to the existence of variables, many disasters in this world occurred without reason. But today’s catastrophe was far from random—it had an unmistakably clear purpose. The mysterious force behind the distorted field had come specifically for the Celestial Pivot Star Domain!
So the question arose: What in the Celestial Pivot Star Domain could possibly be worth such a powerful and enigmatic existence going to such lengths?
Almost instantly, the Celestial Pivot Heaven's Dao locked onto one person—
Thunder Accumulation Mountain, Lu Guan!
This man was fated with the Heavenly Execution Star, destined to live a solitary and tragic life that should have ended on his eighteenth birthday.
But due to the interference of a mysterious force, his fate had been altered. He had become an unregistered existence, guided by some unknown presence into Thunder Accumulation Mountain, where he obtained a high-grade, peculiar coffin—ultimately triggering the calamity.
Hiss—
So it was you who led the enemy here?!
Well deserved!
Furious, the Celestial Pivot Heaven's Dao immediately wanted to smite this damned traitor with heavenly lightning and erase him from existence.
Yet Chen Yi stopped it, shaking his head slightly. "Don’t be hasty."
"I know you’re angry, but hold that thought. He’s just an unwitting pawn. We can deal with him after the mastermind behind this shows himself."
The Celestial Pivot Heaven's Dao had no choice but to suppress its rage and reply calmly, "Esteemed One, I know you are kind-hearted, but he is far from innocent. This scoundrel, Lu Guan, strangled a venomous snake to death at age three—only for it to bite and kill his mother. At five, resentful that his father wouldn’t give him money for candied hawthorns, he stole coins to buy poison and murdered his own father. At eight, tired of his grandfather’s strict discipline, he pushed the old man into a dry well, then framed his three-year-old cousin. At ten, he peeked at his cousin bathing. At thirteen, he sneaked into his elder cousin’s home and whispered to his sister-in-law, 'Don’t turn around...'"
Normally, the Heaven's Dao wouldn’t interfere with mortal affairs like these. After all, not all living beings were virtuous—some wicked souls were necessary to balance the scales of yin and yang. Only when human society failed to contain such evils, allowing them to grow unchecked, would the Heaven's Dao descend divine punishment.
Thus, whenever a heinous villain terrorized the land, the masses would curse the heavens for being blind. But when that villain met his demise, they’d cheer, praising the heavens for their justice...
Of course, none of that mattered. The truth was, the Heaven's Dao could intervene—it just chose whether or not to bother.
By all accounts, a minor sinner like Lu Guan wasn’t even worth the Heaven's Dao’s attention. The mortal realm should have handled him.
But now, he had brought the enemy inside. So no matter how many crimes Lu Guan had committed, whether the mortal world could deal with him or not, the Heaven's Dao would subject him to the cruelest punishment imaginable!
"Recounting Lu Guan’s lifetime of sins, he deserves to suffer the eighteen layers of hell in the deepest abyss of the Netherworld, never to reincarnate!"
"Of course, for now, your esteemed business takes priority. If he happens to be erased in the clash with the mastermind, so be it. I’ll pretend I saw nothing and know nothing..."
The Celestial Pivot Heaven's Dao truly lacked ambition—a bad habit picked up from the long-standing influence of the Forbidden Zones of Life, always choosing to seethe in silent resentment rather than act.
But that didn’t mean it couldn’t read the situation. Only seasoned Heaven's Daos knew when to swallow their pride. Those with power but no patience, like a certain headstrong Heaven's Dao, refused to endure humiliation and would rather fight to the death. If not for Chen Yi, it would have been refined into nothingness in an instant!
"Enough, enough. Focus on your duties and leave the rest alone. With me here, nothing will go wrong." Chen Yi waved his hand dismissively, then added with a hint of disdain,
"One more thing. The Celestial Court has given you so many resources over the years, yet in three whole years, you’ve only sent a measly nine beings into ascension?"
"Are you seriously just scraping by with the bare minimum of three per year?"
The Celestial Pivot Heaven's Dao grew sheepish. "Esteemed One, I truly did my best. But you know how the Celestial Pivot lands have been ravaged by the Forbidden Zones of Life—the people are weak. It’s hard to produce enough prodigies for ascension in such a short time. Frankly, even the quota of three per year is a bit of a stretch..."
Chen Yi frowned. "A stretch? The workload has been the same for years. Other worlds with fewer resources than yours exceed their quotas. Why can’t you?"
"Maybe you should reflect on yourself. After all this time, has your rank improved? Have you put in the effort to develop?"
The Celestial Pivot Heaven's Dao didn’t dare reply further.
It could only endure the scolding in silence, waiting for this lord to leave so it could return to its usual routine of feasting and merriment!
Life in Celestial Pivot was hard, alright? Raise the masses in austerity, but pamper oneself—even the Heaven's Dao needs to grow!
"I don’t have time for your excuses. Here’s the new quota: five per year. Work until you drop if you have to. Within ten years, ascend to a Pseudo-Celestial Realm. Otherwise, resource allocation stops. And that’s final—don’t bother begging Fang Zheng or Fang Fan for help!"
"Ah, but Esteemed One, isn’t that a bit too—"
"No more talk. I’m leaving!"
Chen Yi had no interest in hearing the Heaven's Dao’s complaints. After laying down the ultimatum, his figure vanished without a trace.
Along with him disappeared the distorted field beyond the domain... and Lu Guan, who had just settled into his chosen burial site, lying inside the Longevity Coffin without even getting a chance to savor its wonders!
The Celestial Pivot Heaven's Dao: "......"
So the crisis was just... resolved?
Well, this lord was as decisive as ever, never caring whether others could keep up.
Then again, all he had to do was issue orders. It was the ones actually carrying them out who had to worry about the details...
Five ascensions per year—not too hard, but not too easy either. With some effort, it should be manageable.
But ascending to a Pseudo-Celestial Realm in ten years? That was pure fantasy!
The Celestial Pivot Heaven's Dao was at a loss. It desperately wanted to ask, Esteemed One, have you lost your mind?!
The Celestial Pivot Star Domain had only just attained the Tribulation Transcendence rank three years ago. It hadn’t even stabilized yet, and now it was supposed to advance to a Pseudo-Celestial Realm?
Since when could a Pseudo-Celestial Realm be achieved on a whim?
Aside from those born with immense inherent potential, which only needed a slight push to ascend, every other Pseudo-Celestial Realm had taken hundreds of thousands—if not millions—of years of accumulated effort to rise from the Tribulation Transcendence rank!
Even though the current Celestial Pivot Star Domain has the support of the Purple Subtlety Immortal Realm, with resources being supplied and laws provided—no need to grope for stones to cross the river, just copy directly from the template... no matter what, its foundation is still too shallow. Ten years is truly an impossible deadline!
Sigh~
There's no other way. We'll have to push ourselves—and all living beings—to the limit!
Even if we ultimately fail, at least our determination must be made clear. As long as our resolve is unwavering, coupled with the mediation of the two supreme masters from the Fang family, the situation should still be manageable.
So, children of the Celestial Pivot Star Domain, are you ready?
Sometimes, unless you're pushed to the brink, you'll never realize just how much potential lies within you!

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