Hongjun had always been one to haggle over every last penny and repay every grievance in kind.
In this contest, he had suffered heavy losses and lost all face.
If he could truly swallow this indignation and stop here, then the sun might as well rise in the west.
Haotian was still imprisoned in the Heavenly Court, his fate unknown.
Though Li Tian had no idea what contingencies were being prepared within the Purple Heaven Palace, he was certain of one thing: the other side would never let this go.
The rightful position in the Three Realms concerned both destiny and authority. Hongjun would never surrender it with folded hands.
As for what move he would make next, Li Tian did not bother to speculate too deeply for now—
when soldiers came, generals would block them; when water came, earth would dam it.
Did they think they could seize this authority back from the Human Race?
It would not be so easy.
At this moment, he was not particularly anxious.
After all, following several rounds of confrontation, the Human Race had firmly secured its home ground;
and the foundation they had accumulated over hundreds of thousands of years was no empty boast.
Even if Hongjun entered the fray personally, he would have to weigh the significance of the Dao of all living beings—
trying to force the Human Race to surrender the Heavenly Court? It would not be that simple.
It was precisely because of this confidence that Li Tian dared to set out on his journey without worry.
Otherwise, he would surely have remained in the Heavenly Court, guarding strictly against a surprise attack from the Heavenly Dao Camp.
After bidding farewell to the Human Race's upper ranks one by one, Li Tian set out lightly on his travels.