"Your Majesty, while the current wave of public opinion begins to shift, we must promptly prepare for the matter of Divine Enthronement!"

Kunpeng suggested, "In the past, the Holy Heavenly Emperor established myriad gods at the God Sealing Platform, opened the Thirty-Three Heavens, and ushered in a new era."

"Now, Your Majesty, as you seek to open a new chapter, imitating the Divine Enthronement act of the Holy Heavenly Emperor, it is the most suitable choice to establish the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of the Heavenly Court and the corresponding divine positions!"

Kunpeng wrapped Heavenly Emperor Taiyi's plan in a layer of legitimacy.

In short, the Holy Heavenly Emperor did it too!

If you doubt the current Heavenly Emperor, you're questioning the Former Emperor!

"If possible, Your Majesty should also complete the celestial marriage soon, otherwise"

"The Heavenly Master has worked hard!"

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He did not return to the clear, holy, and majestic Kunlun Mountain Yuxu Palace, nor did he go to the Political Hall to work overtime as "Dark Star Jidu Venerable," but instead returned to the most bustling and noisy place in the Heavenly Realm — the Heavenly Market.

In the Black Shop, he continued his leisurely and carefree "retirement fishing" life, which made Mr. Fu envious.

For Xuanqing, if he were to spend every day buried in the mountains of political documents like Di Jun, it would be even more tedious than debating the Great Dao with Pangu God.

Therefore, between "working" and "fishing," Xuanqing unequivocally chose the latter.

The door of the "Black Shop" was still lazily half-open, inviting none in particular.

The shop's interior was as rustic and casual as ever, with various seemingly unremarkable but potentially world-shattering "products" scattered randomly on the shelves, waiting for the arrival of a destined visitor.

Xuanqing donned a comfortable and leisurely plain Daoist robe; he even had no inclination to tie his hair, casually pinning his long dark hair up with a wooden hairpin, exuding an air of "returning to the true, unconcerned with worldly matters."

His daily life could be described as utterly delightful.

In the morning, he would move a bamboo chair and lie in the shop, squinting as if asleep, while using Divine Thought to listen to the idle gossip and chatter of Immortal Gods from all directions in the Heavenly Market, gaining insights into the latest "current events" and "Great Dao trends" of the Primordial world.

"Have you heard? In the 'Creator God' game, the Divine Sect and Anti-God Sect factions clashed again in the 'Chaos Battlefield' server! They say the scene was so grand that even the Heavenly Dao's mainframe almost crashed!"

"Ha, this is nothing new! But I've heard that Kunpeng Heavenly Master's 'Heavenly Dao Xuanwen' promotion plan has recently hit a bottleneck. Apparently, in a world where pure runes are central to its tech civilization, they've run into a hard nut to crack, and both sides are having a fierce debate on 'text carrying efficiency'!"

"Oh? Is there such an interesting story? Tell me more..."

Lying in the bamboo chair, Xuanqing couldn't help but smile knowingly as he listened to these lively "first-hand information."

Whenever this happened, he would take out a tea set, brewing a pot of fragrant and perfectly Dao-vibed Spiritual Tea, either infused with "Laurel Dew" brewed personally by Wang Shu or accompanied by the Three Light Divine Water exchanged from Nuwa, enjoying its taste to his heart's content.

Occasionally, one or two spiritually enlightened "destined visitors" might be drawn by the peculiar "Black Shop" sign.

Or simply because they sensed the extraordinary Dao-vibes here, they would enter the curious store with a heart full of curiosity and inquiry.

And Xuanqing was delighted to engage them in transactions filled with intellectual exchanges, using seemingly absurd but subtly mysterious "products" to test their eyesight, wisdom, and Dao Heart.

Of course, aside from these occasional "pranks" and "fishing expeditions."

In his spare time "fishing," Xuanqing didn't fully neglect his professional skills.

His greatest pleasure lay in staying in the Black Shop's seemingly small but inherently vast backyard workshop, using his artifact refining techniques that had already reached the pinnacle, along with various rare treasures and materials collected from various channels, to create some… hmm, items full of creativity and fun.

These "works," in terms of combative power, might not compare to those Innate Treasures like the Pangu Banner or the Exterminating Immortal Sword.

But in terms of "functionality," they were absolutely unparalleled!

For instance, he had once refined a Chaos Treasure into a seemingly ordinary "Regret Chess."

He placed this "Regret Chess" on an ancient chessboard and established the rule: Anyone who comes to play against the Artifact Spirit must win a game within the time of an incense stick to take the chess piece away.

Countless Immortal Gods, claiming to be proficient in the way of Divine Calculation, came to challenge and left defeated.

Every Divine Spirit departed, seemingly recalling every guilty deed they'd committed in their lifetime, feeling remorseful and leaving in tears.

"If any of you feel guilty, you can surrender yourselves at the Underworld and confess your sins. They will arrange a welfare single room for you." In his leisure time, Xuanqing also busied himself expanding the Underworld's business.

And among these Divine Spirits thoroughly defeated by the "Regret Chess," there really were some who went to the Underworld to confess, fully admitting their sins.

Later, Zhun Ti heard about this and hurriedly set up a stall opposite the Black Shop.

"Daoist, why are you here?"

Seeing the gold-clad Zhun Ti, Xuanqing was curious, "Are you here to play chess?"

"No, no, no!"

Zhun Ti shook his head, smiling brightly, "I'm here to recruit followers!"

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