Actively Asking for Help?

Though Ying Zheng was a mature Human Emperor, with abundant experience in governing a nation and handling state affairs, the Heavenly Court ruled over the Three Realms, something utterly different from governing the territories of the Human Race.

Right now, he was likely running himself ragged.

Just as Li Tian turned to leave, Meng Po's voice suddenly came from behind him:

"Hey, kid, there's something I'm wondering if you'd be willing to help with?"

Li Tian halted and turned back, a trace of puzzlement flickering through his eyes as he looked at Meng Po.

"May I ask what matter Meng Po refers to? If it lies within my power, I certainly will not refuse."

He found it somewhat strange—this senior, normally cold-faced and sparing with words, had actually taken the initiative to ask for help?

At this moment, within Purple Heaven Palace, an incomparably vast aura burst forth, sweeping across millions upon millions of li of empty space!

Golden lotuses sprang from the earth, while auspicious flowers drifted down from the sky;

dragons cried out clear and bright, phoenixes sang long and melodiously, and heaven and earth trembled!

Feeling the unceasing surge of saintly pressure within him, Haotian could not suppress the upward curve of his lips, his eyes brimming with undisguised pride and exhilaration.

He had succeeded!

He, Haotian, had finally ascended to the rank of Heavenly Dao Saint!

From this day onward—

he wanted to see who in this Primordial Wilderness still dared challenge him, Haotian!

Only now did Haotian understand why the earlier Heavenly Dao Saints had always looked upon him with the cold indifference of one looking down on an ant.

So it was true—between a Heavenly Dao Saint and an ordinary cultivator lay a heavenly chasm that could never be crossed!

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