Miracles Won't Descend!

If this accusation were proven true, then even with Purple Heaven Palace standing behind him, even with the three hundred and sixty-five Orthodox gods of the Heavenly Cycle in his grasp...

He still could not stop all of the Primordial Wilderness from henceforth viewing the words "Heavenly Emperor" with suspicion and estrangement.

Especially the envoys of those ancient great clans—

Just moments ago, they had been raising their cups with smiles. Now, they lowered their eyes and composed their expressions, their fingers unconsciously rubbing the ancestral artifacts at their waists. Clearly, they had already drawn a line in their hearts.

Li Tian's words had plainly planted a thorn in their hearts.

In truth, Haotian had long entertained the idea of absorbing the ancient great clans.

Especially the highest-ranked ones—those with enduring bloodlines, experts as numerous as trees in a forest, and clan-protecting treasures capable of stirring Heaven and Earth Anomalies at the slightest turn.

If he could truly bring them under the Heavenly Court's command, the authority over the Three Realms would be completely rewritten.

But the moment the thought arose, he suppressed it himself.

Those old fellows possessed foundations far too deep. A single cough from one of their reclusive old ancestors could shatter the South Heaven Gate;

In terms of combat strength alone, the Heavenly Court and the Gods of the Heavenly Cycle still lacked the power to swallow even one of them whole.

After weighing the matter again and again, he settled on the strategy of "crushing the Human Race first, then gnawing at the hard bones"—

The Human Race had shallow foundations and newly risen fortune; they would be the easiest to break apart.

Once the Human Race scattered and the hearts of the people began to waver, he could defeat the others one by one.