Li Qingyu shook her head in distress and said:
"I don't know... Brother, there's nothing I can do. He's too strong. If there's something he doesn't want me to know, I'll never know it."
"Neither my father nor I have the power to resist him."
They were merely ordinary people from the Chaos Heavenly Prison of the Yanhuang Continent.
After Li Wudi awakened the Eight Tribulations, he was still striving to become a deity.
With the Yanhuang Continent's pitiful foundation of spiritual energy, and without inherited heavenly souls, even with the Eight Tribulations, becoming a god was difficult.
How could they contend with an emperor of a stellar source?
Li Tianming only felt as though a blazing fog lay before his eyes.
"Brother, I only hope I was mistaken. I hope Father is doing well—at the very least, better than I am."
"He has suffered too much. Fate cannot be so unfair to him."
Li Qingyu said.
"At the end of the day, the hierarchy of the Orderly Starry Sky is rigid. They have inheritances spanning millions of years, and stellar sources. For us to contend with figures on the level of the Emperor in just a few short years is simply impossible."
To be honest, Li Tianming's talent was already monstrous enough.
Those daughters of emperors could not catch up to him even if they whipped their horses.
Yet he still could not overcome more than a thousand years of cultivation.
Thus, for the time being, this predicament had no solution for Li Tianming!
"Forget it. Don't think too much about the Sun Emperor for now. It'll only add to our troubles. I'll first consider your predicament."
Li Tianming temporarily set aside the matter of his adoptive father and turned his gaze toward Li Qingyu.
Though they were adoptive