The Years I Founded the Ancient Celestial Court

The Nine Heavens

Lingxiao Treasure Hall

There are gods and buddhas of the heavens standing respectfully on both sides, solemn and dignified.

There are hundreds of millions of heavenly soldiers guarding everywhere, as strict as a prison.

There are countless immortals coming to pay court, listening in rapt attention as the Dao Ancestor expounds the law.

And Mo Chengjun is sitting cross-legged on the highest cushion, looking down at the masses, his expression gloomy and listless.

He simply cannot understand it.

Why is it that when he wants to cultivate immortality using a scientific worldview, he somehow ends up creating the ancient Heavenly Court?