This huge sum of money is definitely to be paid by the Heavenly Court, but the difficulty lies in whether the Heavenly Court can afford it.

Now I take half a step back, you don't have to ask me everything, we should all think of a way together!

Do you think he willingly descended from the Great Venerable to the Jade Emperor? It was not out of choice.

He looks fine now, but how could he be alright after being axed? He truly feels like he's losing strength, and the failure of his breakthrough hit him hard too. Now he just wants to get things done and go back to recover from his injuries.

He looked around for a long time and finally settled his gaze on Nezha; no way to skirt around him in this matter, might as well have Nezha take it on directly.

Nezha was also speechless; just a glance at the hole spanning more than twenty heavens was already troublesome to fix, the materials required alone would cost a fortune.

"Minister, do you have any way to repair the Heavenly Court?"

For the first time, Nezha felt Hao Tian so polite, but being polite alone could not solve the issue; who would fill such a large hole?

He didn't intend to deceive Hao Tian; he honestly shared his estimates and mentioned a rough figure.

Listening to this, Hao Tian was almost dizzy, thinking, why not just dissolve the Heavenly Court!

He only pondered this in his heart and didn't dare speak it aloud. He summoned the Immortal from Xuan Altar to inquire about the financial situation of the Heavenly Court, and after some back-and-forth, all Immortals fell into silence.

The Heavenly Court is not poor, but it's far from being as opulent as before. Hao Tian is by no means a formidable lord; as the lord of one domain, he is more like a pure Immortal. His pursuit of power seems more about better controlling the Heavenly Court as a tool to aid his own cultivation.

Faced with setbacks in cultivation, he decisively chose to relinquish some power between himself and the tool.

Nezha thought about the financial condition of the Heavenly Court and fell silent. He hadn't expected the vast Heavenly Court to be poorer than his own starry sky.

Firstly, rather than patching the sky, it was crucial to repair the Palace of the Polestar; this was about the Heavenly Court's dignity, and Immortals needed a place to meet, right?

As for how to maintain dignity with such a big hole overhead, that wasn't something Nezha had to consider.

Considering the financial state of the Heavenly Court, Nezha eventually proposed a solution of staged construction: you give a portion of funds, and I repair several layers for you.

Without on-site measurements, Nezha couldn't provide an exact number but estimated it to require over fifty billion units of Heavenly Merit.

Yet, the Heavenly Court might not be able to pay wages for thousands of years to come, and now the Immortals are all in debt; working anywhere isn't easy.

After listening for a long time, Hao Tian didn't know if he fully understood, but he was indifferent; having a solution was better than no solution. He didn't care how much Nezha pocketed, for there was no one else capable of repairing it.

As to the matter of not being able to pay wages to the Immortals, he felt it wasn't an issue—I have no salary either, let's all endure this hardship together, and once it's endured, everyone will have a bright future!

Finally, the Great Venerable, oh no, now the Jade Emperor, and Emperor Ziwei, both decided on the reconstruction of the Heaven Palace.

This affair finally had a resolution.

Meeting adjourned!

Hao Tian managed to maintain composure, but the Queen Mother, who had been resting with her eyes closed the whole time, said nothing and turned to leave. Her enduring the first impact of Pangu's Body on behalf of Hao Tian was evidently not easy on her.

All Gods left the Turquoise Pool with bitterness written on their faces, accepting the disaster of damaged cultivation was one thing, but hearing that wages might not be paid for even thousands of years was another.

They said it'd be compensated slowly in the future, but how long "future" meant, no one knew.

It's difficult, this world is difficult, not only being human but being an Immortal is hard too!

Nezha couldn't bother with them now; he went to inspect the site. After years of repairing floors and sewers, it was finally his turn to patch the sky. It's false to say he's not excited.

After a thorough inspection, Nezha could only say that fifty billion was still less; the destruction caused by Pangu's Power on the Primordial far exceeded Nezha's expectations.

Ordinary power might cause destruction in Primordial around 6~7, but the damage coefficient of Pangu's Power reached 12~15.

Moreover, the Twelve Ancestor Witches forming the Twelve Duterrestrial Gods Evil Formation were no mere weaklings; Nezha's strength now was just barely on par with the weakest Xuanming Ancestor Witch.

Hence, it was imaginable how much destruction Candle Dragon had caused, and Nezha truly marveled at how brazen these people were.

Briefly meeting with Long Ji, he asked her to take care of his mother, then returned to Ziwei Star Palace, summoning Shi Ji while drawing the draft for the Palace of the Polestar from memory.

Shi Ji arrived in a hurry, yet her expression remained calm, displaying a steadier mindset than many Immortals.

Nezha assigned major tasks in the repair of the sky to others but left crucial ones to Shi Ji, for it wasn't a short-term project—it would take thousands or eight hundred years, and Nezha had no time to spend here; becoming a Saint was his priority.

The simple and complex all needed Shi Ji to lead; Nezha felt assured leaving it to him, knowing it wouldn't be a problem.

After briefly explaining what happened in the Heavenly Court, Shi Ji wasn't too shocked. Such a huge hole in the sky was visible to all, and since it wasn't the starry sky collapsing, why would she rush?

The most sensible thing was to focus on her own tasks.

Afterward, she took the plans for the new Palace of the Polestar and went to work.

Nezha, on the other hand, went to Taisu Heavenly Wa Palace with the data. Always repairing floors or sewers before, it was his first time patching the sky, so he felt uncertain and wanted to consult his teacher.

After all, patching the sky was Nuwa's specialty.

Nuwa was in good spirits recently because she enjoyed watching live broadcasts quite a lot.

As for a ruptured sky or a bursting Primordial? She could run away with Nezha and his concubines.

No big deal, no big deal.

That's the confidence of Nuwa.

When Nezha arrived and explained the situation, he began asking about the technicalities of patching the sky.

Nuwa was the same as ever; she didn't directly instruct Nezha on how to proceed but corrected some flaws in his thinking.

If Nezha's plan could work, he would only know after hands-on attempts.

The principle was that practice reveals truth.

After discussing with his teacher, Nezha felt more confident about patching the sky—if not successful the first time, then twice, if not twice, then thrice; eventually, it would be fixed.

Even if it required more materials, it was just normal wear and tear, since the only ones specializing in Primordial civil engineering were his master and himself.

Others only needed to mix mortar and bricks.

Leaving the Nuwa Palace, Nezha went back to start the first phase of the sky-repair project.

Due to the calamity, Hao Tian and the Queen Mother's true forms both retreated to heal, while their virtuous corpses assumed their positions, with the Queen Mother's matured form present too.

For a long time, there wouldn't be a chance for any Immortal to witness the splendid Queen Mother, only the elderly form of the Queen Mother would be seen.

The Great Experts, once restless, calmed down again; seeing the consequences faced by the first two who acted, everyone hesitated to try further, fearing they might be the next unlucky one.

Nezha too stayed busy, in the blink of an eye, hundreds of years swept by, yet during this time, a few bits of news reached him.

Finally, those soaking in the Eight Treasures Merit Pool stirred.

Nezha took a break from his tasks and went to Lingshan, surprisingly encountering Jin Can.

No, now he had transformed into the Buddhist Sect's Jin Can Zi.

He was sent into reincarnation by the Buddhist Sect to temper the ferocity he had as a Fierce Beast, giving him a certain innocence; others came to Nezha respectfully, but he showed no fear.

Following Old Li, he kept gazing at Nezha.

Curious about the now Jin Can Zi, Nezha asked, "Why, aren't you afraid of me?"

Jin Can Zi answered, "I have no malice towards the Buddha, and Buddha is a broad-minded person, why should I be afraid?"

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