It was to turn the tides of heaven and earth—and, more than that, to utterly overturn the iron curtain of the Heavenly Dao!
Whoever dared block the way would be smashed to pieces!
This battle was the fiercest knock ever struck against the entire Heavenly Dao!
If they succeeded, the words "the Heavenly Dao alone is supreme" would become a laughingstock;
If they won, Hongjun would no longer be able to overlook the Primordial Wilderness and the Three Realms, issuing commands as effortlessly as moving an arm!
Therefore, this time, he would stake everything he had to help the Human Race ascend to the position of Heavenly Emperor!
Elsewhere, within Purple Heaven Palace.
Haotian had long since lost the imposing majesty with which he had looked down upon all living beings in the Heavenly Court.
He now knelt prostrate on the ground, his robes torn, his crown askew, looking as bedraggled as though he had just been dragged out of a mire... yet he did not even have the strength to raise a hand and straighten his sleeve.
What weighed upon his head now was a life-and-death calamity a hundred times more perilous than his appearance—
How was he to quell the towering wrath of the master before him?
Even now, he remained utterly bewildered:
How had the situation collapsed so completely overnight?
And why was his master so enraged?
Having served Hongjun for countless years, he had never seen the other man's expression so dark, nor his aura so violent!
Haotian knew perfectly well:
If he could not put out this blaze, even his soul would likely be ground into dust, leaving him unable to attain rebirth for all eternity!
To preserve his life and retain his imperial position, he simply cast aside every shred of dignity, leaving only