Time flew by. Ten thousand years later, Zhuanxu abdicated, and his nephew Emperor Ku ascended as the Human Emperor.
In Gaoyang, the new capital of the human race, Emperor Ku was honored as the Gaoxin Clan.
All one could say was that he was destined to be an emperor—there was no need to consult any books.
Zhuanxu chose Emperor Ku first because he found him pleasing to the eye, but there was another important reason: Emperor Ku's temperament would never follow Zhuanxu's old path. On the contrary, he was keen to proactively draw closer to the Heavenly Realm.
Zhuanxu knew clearly that the human race and the Heavenly Realm were now on very strained terms. This was no good thing. It was time for a Human Emperor who could ease their relationship.
As for the other candidates for Human Emperor, every one of them, eager to prove their loyalty, copied Zhuanxu's hardline approach from back then.
Zhuanxu had already suffered enough himself. How could he let the human race walk that road again? It was simply a dead end!
All one could say was, never try to guess an emperor's thoughts. As for the Heavenly Emperor of Grand Unity Palace, his thoughts had long been thoroughly figured out by the goddesses.
When the Heavenly Emperor was kind, he was truly kind. But once he became angry, heaven and earth would collapse, and no one could stop him.
The Heavenly Emperor was constantly preparing for the Prehistoric Universe to shatter. Who could possibly withstand that?
Whether it was the Three Pure Ones, Zhunti, or Jieyin, they were all helpless. Saints did not defy heaven, and those who defied heaven were not Saints. Even if Tongtian was the Saint of the End, unless he wished to attain the Hunyuan Dao... that would