Kneeling for Ten Thousand Years

Emperor Tianhong's heart was a tangled mess. Although nothing before his eyes had changed with the passage of a hundred years, he could feel an immense malice.

He could not imagine what awaited him after he failed to take a master and returned to the Dao Court. Forget the Dao Court—even when he had come to the Qiankun Sect, who knew how many Qiankun Sect disciples had been watching him?

The more he thought, the more panicked he became, until anger even rose in his heart.

Even he could not tell whom that anger was directed at.

Hate Sword Venerable Fudao?

But Sword Venerable Fudao had neither reason nor obligation to accept him.

If he truly had to blame someone, he could only blame his own talent for not being enough.

Sword Venerable Fudao could take in Tian Hao, and Tian Hao had been the Number One heavenly prodigy before him.

Before he was born, Tian Hao had vanished, so there had always been people who believed he did not count as the strongest prodigy since ancient times, because he had never defeated Tian Hao.

After the calamity of the Innate Human Race, everyone in the world knew Tian Hao was Sword Venerable Fudao's disciple, and that made Tian Hao even more legendary.

After Tian Hao disappeared, people loved using him to suppress the geniuses of the present age.

In truth, when Tian Hao had been alive, he too had endured the same doubts Emperor Tianhong faced now.

But no matter what, without defeating Tian Hao, as far as Emperor Tianhong was concerned, he truly could not be considered the greatest heavenly prodigy of all ages.

Emperor Tianhong's thoughts ran wild without stopping. Even though reason told him a mere hundred years was nothing, he still could not help thinking