Above the Saints, Lies the Heavenly Dao

Haotian merely stared fixedly at the gradually fading image, his entire body trembling violently with extreme fury.

The truth!

This was the truth!

A truth he had never imagined, never even dared to imagine!

The tragedy of his sister, his nephew, his entire family—from beginning to end, it had all been a meticulously orchestrated conspiracy!

And he, the so-called supreme ruler of the Three Realms, lord of the Heavenly Court, had played such a pitiful, laughable role upon someone else's chessboard!

Executioner!

He had personally destroyed his own sister, driven his brother-in-law to death, and forced his nephew into becoming his mortal enemy!

He had always believed he was upholding the majesty of the Heavenly Dao, fulfilling the duties of the Heavenly Emperor.

Yet in the end, he had merely been a blade in another's hand—a blade used against his own family!

"AAAAARGH!"

Haotian could no longer suppress the fury and regret in his heart. Throwing back his head, he let out an incomparably shrill roar!

That cry was filled with endless pain, unwillingness, and towering hatred enough to destroy everything!

RUMBLE!

The entire Lingxiao Treasure Hall shook violently beneath the out-of-control wrath of a Saint, as though it might collapse at any moment.

Terrifying spatial rifts appeared out of thin air within the hall, devouring everything around them.

Watching the crazed Haotian, Niu Ben merely waved a hand.

The invisible Formation enveloping the Great Hall flashed, instantly suppressing all the rampaging energy.

The Lingxiao Treasure Hall returned to calm once more.

"Do you understand now?"

Niu Ben's cold voice rang out.

Haotian panted heavily, his bloodshot eyes glaring fixedly at Niu Ben.

"Y-you... why didn't you tell me sooner?!"

His voice was hoarse as a broken gong, carrying a trace of accusation.

"Tell you?"

Niu Ben gave a derisive