Settle Old Scores!

Back then, choosing him to govern the Three Realms had not been a hasty decision.

The position of Heavenly Emperor commanded the heavens and Myriad Worlds—how could Saints' disciples be allowed to meddle in it?

But Haotian was different—

His cultivation was not among the very greatest, nor were his origins distinguished. He had neither a great sect at his back nor an ancestral lineage to shelter him;

He had only one thing: from childhood, he had attended at his side, living on his favor, fearing his might, grateful for his kindness, and loyal to his will.

Better still, there was a blazing fire in this man's chest—

His ambition had not died, his unwillingness had not scattered; that made him all the more fit to be wielded!

Only those with desires in their hearts would be willing to charge forward with their lives;

Those free of all attachments were instead the hardest to control.

The facts had also proven that judgment right:

In the War of Investiture of the Gods, Haotian, this chess piece, had become precisely the key to breaking the deadlock!

Without him stabilizing the situation in the Heavenly Court, dispatching divine generals, and maneuvering among the Saints, How could that reckoning have gone so smoothly?

Every step of the encirclement had come from his own hand.

At that thought, even the pent-up gloom stirred by the Earthly Dao camp over the past days quietly eased somewhat.

Hongjun's expression remained as still and deep as an abyss.

"Master, you give Haotian too much credit! My position today rests entirely on Master's support. Should you have any command, Haotian will brave fire and water without daring to hesitate in the slightest!"

Sure enough—

Before the words had even faded, Haotian had rushed to agree. His tone was crisp