Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, three days had passed.
A great sensation swept through the Artifact Domain: the royal family of the Qian Zhong Country had been annihilated and its capital destroyed. The domain was immediately plunged into chaos as every minor nation vied for a piece of the pie, hoping to expand their territory. The Xiuyuan Realm and other domains harbored similar intentions, and suddenly, the entire region was seething with unrest.
Wu Tian cared little for these matters. All he knew was that he had finally purged the soft-heartedness from Qin Yuhan.
Over these three days, when he wasn’t instructing Qin Yuhan, little Si’er, Dao Feng, Lan Niang, and Hong Ji, Wu Tian spent his time searching for the Heavenly Eye within the Heavenly Emperor’s Treasure House.
Finally, his hard work paid off, and he found the location of Guanghan Palace.
The palace was cold and desolate, its grounds as white as if covered in frost. The Jade Cinnamon Trees were crystalline and translucent, each one a prime material for crafting jewelry. Before even reaching the palace proper, Wu Tian spotted a Magical Treasure: an axe embedded in the trunk of a Jade Cinnamon Tree.
He knew at once that this was the very axe Wu Gang used to fell the cinnamon trees. The axe itself was made of jade. Legend told of how Wu Gang was punished by the Heavenly Emperor, condemned to the Moon Palace to chop at a cinnamon tree that healed itself the moment it was cut. This endless labor was his eternal punishment. Wu Tian knew the tale; he figured Wu Gang must have resigned himself to his fate, since he at least had a fine axe for the work.
However, Wu Tian had little interest in the axe.
He walked on until at last, a cold, towering palace that seemed carved from diamond stood before him. This was, without a doubt, Guanghan Palace. Though it sparkled with crystalline beauty, it exuded the feeling of an abandoned, lifeless place. Wu Tian stepped inside to find an interior of pure white. There was no gleam of oil lamps, no sign of life—only a cold, desolate, and bone-chilling stillness.
Wu Tian searched the palace and, in a lady’s private chamber, found a small, delicate box crafted from Jade Cinnamon wood. He gently opened it to reveal a silver necklace nestled inside, emanating an extraordinary aura.
"This is... the Heavenly Eye!" Wu Tian recognized it instantly. This was the Heavenly Eye that had once belonged to the goddess Yao Ji before being passed down to Yang Jian.
Excellent.
A smile touched Wu Tian’s lips. The next step, naturally, was to gain the Heavenly Eye’s acknowledgment. As he fastened the necklace around his neck, a flickering light coalesced into a figure before him.
The man was not muscular, yet he possessed an imposing presence that seemed to touch the heavens. His features were handsome, with sharp, sword-like brows and eyes as bright as stars, a sight few could match. A deep sorrow lingered in his gaze, hinting at a life filled with trials and tribulations. His eyes were particularly striking, a vibrant green like willow branches swaying in a spring breeze—gentle and alive—and like the sea under a summer sun, brimming with a pleasant vitality.
"I am the Judicial Heavenly God, Yang Jian," the figure announced. "I left a piece of my heart here. It is a joyous occasion that the Heavenly Eye has finally found a new master. Yang Jian may have passed from this world, but this heart contains the entirety of my combat power. It can strike for you three times."
With those words, the image of Yang Jian vanished into thin air.
Wu Tian nodded slightly. Patriarch Bodhi could act for him three times, and now Yang Jian could do the same. This was a tremendous boon.
After securing the Heavenly Eye, Wu Tian exited the Heavenly Emperor’s Treasure House and the Nine Dragon Ring. As it happened, Qin Yuhan was looking for him.
"I was wrong," she said, her first words direct and firm. "My soft heart is a fatal flaw. If I continue to be like this, I might endanger you in the future."
"It’s good that you understand," Wu Tian replied indifferently. He had used the lives of countless people to teach her this harsh lesson. In his eyes, the price was well worth it.
![Chapter 691 - 694 Daughter? Just a Tool [1st Update] 1](https://enapi.swnovels.net/assets/chapters/2493751/0.png?v=1786443065)
![Chapter 691 - 694 Daughter? Just a Tool [1st Update] 2](https://enapi.swnovels.net/assets/chapters/2493751/1.png?v=1786443065)
VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy