Vomiting Blood on the Spot, Falling Realm and Losing Power!

But the two words "imperial throne" hooked him like a barb—

Lord of the Three Realms...

How could the weight of those four words compare to that of some insignificant immortal attendant?

Once firmly seated upon it, he would wield supreme authority over life and death, commanding yin and yang!

The exhilaration of standing above all living beings was far beyond anything a bowl of clear tea beneath the eaves of Purple Heaven Palace could offer.

For it, he had once given his all.

Sadly, it had all been in vain.

Those Immortal Gods under the Saints' sects saw only their own Sect Masters. Who among them recognized the Heavenly Emperor?

As for those Heavenly Dao Saints seated high upon their cloud platforms, they treated him as a servant—

They could not even be bothered to spare him a proper glance, as though he were still that little attendant from years ago, standing at the gates of Purple Heaven Palace to welcome guests.

Whenever he recalled those contemptuous expressions, Haotian clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.

A vast, abyssal pressure suddenly erupted!

It swept through the entire Hall of Supreme Harmony. Its beams and pillars hummed, its golden tiles trembled, and even the myriad star lamps hanging from the vaulted ceiling swayed with a rustle.

The laughable part was—

Such earthshaking force would ebb away like the tide the moment it passed through those palace doors, unable to stir even the slightest wave.

The instant he left the Heavenly Court's domain and faced those Heavenly Dao Saints seated upon their Saintly Positions, looking down upon all beings, he could not even straighten his back. His throat tightened, and his fingertips went cold.

The humiliation was enough to make one's teeth ache!

The thought had barely arisen when his