As the Desolation Master, Haotian could sense that a calamity belonging to him was about to descend. What kind of calamity could possibly affect him, the Desolation Master?
Haotian was curious.
But only curious. He did not take it to heart at all. Who was he? The Desolation Master.
He bore immense karmic fortune.
His teacher was Hongjun.
The Heavenly Dao stood behind him.
Who did he need to fear?
He feared no one! A calamity? What was so serious about that?
Heavenly Dao: "Haotian, please stop pretending. Even I have no choice but to submit and can barely protect myself. Yet you are still putting on an act here? Is that really okay?"
The Six Saints left the Purple Cloud Palace.
Every one of them wore a grave expression.
After leaving the Purple Cloud Palace,
the Six Saints tacitly agreed not to return to their respective abodes. Instead, they all headed for the Heavenly Court.
If not for Haotian,
there would never have been the Investiture of the Gods List.
And without the Investiture of the Gods List, none of this could have happened.
Today,
the Six Saints needed to teach Haotian why the flowers by the roadside were so red.
Haotian was indeed the Desolation Master.
He bore immense karmic fortune.
But...
he should not forget that the Primordial World was still the domain of Saints. So what if he was the Desolation Master? Before Saints, before absolute strength, he was nothing.
Heavenly Court.
"Hm?"
Haotian sensed the arrival of the Six Saints and muttered curiously, "What wind has blown them here?"
"The Six Saints have actually come to my Heavenly Court together. They are usually so proud that they disdain even setting foot in my Heavenly Court."
"Why have they come today?"
"And all so