172: Chapter 172 A Daoist Couple Who Gained a Title

Yaochi stood beside Haotian, gazing at his figure radiating Divine Might, her eyes filled with reverence and tenderness.

"Haotian—"

Having been with Haotian since their birth, Yaochi had witnessed it all, from being mere attendants to becoming the Heavenly Emperor.

She knew that from this moment on, Haotian was no longer the fake Heavenly Emperor relying on the Dao Ancestor's protection, but the true Supreme of the prehistoric world, holding the orthodoxy of the Heavenly Dao and destined to attain the rank of Saint.

The Heavenly Court would also completely shed its predicament of being strong on the outside but weak on the inside, becoming a truly significant and Supreme force in the prehistoric world.

It was at this moment that Venus Star, one of the few in the Heavenly Court who actually did real work, rose with a sharp glint in his eyes, his tone filled with reverence and excitement:

"The Heavenly Emperor is wise! Your subject will draft the imperial decree immediately."

"I shall proclaim to the prehistoric world, the four seas and eight wildernesses, and all the heavens and myriad realms, that the Heavenly Emperor has returned from his tribulation, been personally bestowed the hongmeng purple qi by the Dao Ancestor, and has canonized Princess Longji, so that all living beings in the prehistoric world may know the Heavenly Emperor's orthodox mandate!"

Haotian nodded slightly, his tone indifferent: "Granted."

"Also, issue an order that after one yuan cycle, the Heavenly Court will hold the Peach Banquet. All Cultivators above the level of Grand Unity Golden Immortal must attend."

"Your subject obeys the decree!"

Venus Star bowed to receive the order and, daring not to delay in the slightest, immediately turned and left Lingxiao Palace.

After Venus Star left with the decree, Haotian turned his gaze to Yaochi beside him. The piercing imperial might around him faded away entirely, and he returned to his usual gentleness.

He did not say anything more, simply raising his hand gently to take Yaochi's hand.

The next second, space distorted slightly.

The figures of the Heavenly Emperor and the Queen Mother on the Heavenly Emperor's throne vanished into thin air, leaving no trace.

Seeing that the Heavenly Emperor and the Queen Mother had departed, the gods throughout the hall felt their suspended hearts finally settle. They no longer felt the previous panic and shock, only deep awe and peace.

Everyone exchanged glances, seeing the relief in each other's eyes. They bowed in succession and exited Lingxiao Palace in an orderly fashion.

Lingxiao Palace, which had just been filled with heaven-shaking pressure and immense solemnity, quickly returned to tranquility.

When Haotian and Yaochi, who had teleported away, appeared again, they were already in the Heavenly Emperor's sleeping quarters.

The sleeping quarters lacked the solemnity and coldness of Lingxiao Palace, with soft cloud-velvet brocade spread everywhere.

Haotian released Yaochi's hand, his gaze immediately turning to the inner chamber of the sleeping quarters.

There, on the silk-entwined immortal bed, Princess Longji, wrapped in soft-velvet immortal robes, was hugging a fluffy, seven-colored immortal cloud, kicking her short little legs against the soft quilt, and playing by herself with babbling sounds.

Her exquisitely carved little face was rosy, her eyes curved, full of innocence and charm.

Haotian walked quickly to the bedside, the tenderness in his eyes almost overflowing. He sat down and said in a gentle voice:

"Princess Longji."

Hearing the familiar voice, Princess Longji immediately stopped playing and looked at the two of them with her big, round eyes.

Seeing it was Haotian, her eyes lit up instantly. She reached out her chubby little hands and called out in a milky voice:

"Daddy!"

Haotian placed his palm on her head, gently rubbing his daughter's little head, and asked softly:

"Are you used to the environment here?"

Princess Longji nodded quickly, scooted her little body forward, and threw herself directly into Haotian's arms, rubbing against him softly: "Used to it!"

She looked up at Haotian's chin and said happily: "It's soft and fluffy here, very comfortable. Princess Longji likes it here a lot!"

Haotian spoke softly, his fingertips gently brushing through his daughter's fine, soft hair, his tone filled with unconcealable doting:

"That's good. From now on, this will be Princess Longji's home!"

"Home?"

Princess Longji blinked her eyes, her little head tilted in Haotian's arms, softly repeating this unfamiliar yet warm word.

As an Acquired being, Princess Longji had been born less than a day ago and still had much to learn about many things.

Yaochi walked slowly to the bedside, leaned over slightly, and reached out her warm, jade-like hand to gently touch Princess Longji's chubby little face, her expression gentle:

"Little Princess Longji. From now on, the Heavenly Court will be your home."

Princess Longji still had her little head tilted, looking at Haotian with her ignorant big eyes, then turning to look at the gently smiling Yaochi, asking in a soft, milky voice:

"Daddy, how should Princess Longji address this pretty lady?"

As soon as these words fell, Haotian froze instantly, momentarily at a loss for words.

He opened his mouth, a flash of helplessness crossing his eyes.

Call her Big Sister?

That would be a generation gap, not appropriate!

Queen Mother?

Too distant!

Call her Lady Yaochi?

That wouldn't be appropriate either...

For a moment, this top powerhouse of the prehistoric world was hard-controlled by his own daughter for several seconds.

Yaochi saw his embarrassment and helplessness, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

She then took the initiative to lean over, getting close to Princess Longji, and said in a gentle, soft voice: "Be a good girl, Princess Longji. No need to call me Lady. From now on, just call me Mother."

Mother.

The two words fell lightly, like a clap of thunder, instantly exploding in Haotian's ears.

Haotian's whole body shuddered violently. He turned to look at Yaochi in disbelief, his eyes full of shock, his Dao body slightly stiffening.

He and Yaochi had been together for eons, from being the boy and girl attendants in Zixiao Palace to the Heavenly Emperor and Queen Mother jointly ruling the Heavenly Court, always addressing each other by name.

Although their Karma was closely linked and their minds were in sync, they were only colleagues in name.

Yaochi looked at his shocked expression, her eyes curving as she nodded gently: "You and I have been together since birth; becoming Dao Companions is only natural."

"What? Now that you are about to become a Saint, do you want to abandon me?"

Yaochi's eyes were curved, the end of her tone rising slightly with a hint of playful reproach, but her eyes were filled with an inseparable tenderness.

Upon hearing this, Haotian instantly panicked.

He hurriedly reached out to grasp Yaochi's jade hand, his tone urgent and serious, his voice even carrying a trace of imperceptible panic:

"Impossible!"

"You and I have been together since we were born. Let alone my attaining the Dao and becoming a Saint, even if I were to advance further, I would still never abandon you!"

He was anxious.

Although he knew Yaochi was joking, he just didn't want to hear Yaochi say such things.

In the entire prehistoric world, besides Hongjun, only Yaochi treated him with sincerity.

Watching Haotian's flustered and anxious appearance, Yaochi couldn't help but chuckle softly. She interlaced her fingers with his and said:

"Since you won't abandon me, then I am Princess Longji's mother, and your, Haotian's, rightful Dao Companion."

Haotian stared at her blankly, the countless moments of their time together rushing into his mind instantly.

He nodded heavily, promising:

"Then from now on, you are my, Haotian's, one and only eternal Dao Companion."

And it was at this moment.

Princess Longji, lying in Haotian's arms, looked at the two of them ignorantly. Hearing the word "Mother," she immediately imitated it, opened her little arms, and called out sweetly to Yaochi:

"Mother!"

The soft, clear voice echoed in the sleeping quarters.

Yaochi's heart softened. She leaned over and gently gathered both Princess Longji and Haotian into her embrace, her eyes as gentle as water.

Haotian leaned against her side, holding his wife and daughter, feeling this unprecedented Perfection.

...

Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun watched the tightly connected, inseparable Karma threads of Haotian and Yaochi.

He looked at the spirit of the Heavenly Dao and spoke indifferently: "Heavenly Dao, change the great trend."

"Let Haotian become a Hunyuan Saint!"