When Taichu wakes up, he discovers that his old home, the Zixiao Palace, where he had slept for billions of years, has been taken over by an old man named Hongjun. The old man has even gathered a bunch of underlings calling themselves “Sages” to throw a party inside!
He has slept for far too long, and his bones are practically rusted. This is the perfect chance to have some fun!
“What? Hongjun is preaching, and flowers are raining from the sky? How noisy! Stop this at once!”
“What? The Sages are majestic and impervious to calamity? Perfect. I’ll put them to work cleaning and guarding the palace!”
[Ding! Saint Zhunti tried to steal something and has been punished by being turned into a golden Buddha statue to guard the palace gates for a hundred thousand years!]
[Ding! The Heavenly Worthy of Primordial Beginning talked back to his master and has been punished by being turned into a white jade scepter to hang as an ornament for ten thousand years!]
As the Three Pure Ones take turns cleaning the Zixiao Palace, Nuwa carefully serves tea, and Jieyin reports the latest gossip with a pained expression…
Di Jun and Tai Yi: “That being in the Zixiao Palace must not be provoked!”
The Twelve Ancestral Witches: “Who is that guy? How can he command the Sages?”
Hongjun: “Fellow Daoist, please show mercy. I’m willing to give this place up!”
Taichu yawns and lounges in a rocking chair, watching the Sages tremble in fear.
“I told you, the Zixiao Palace is my home~”
“Sages? I just grab them for fun!”
