Xuanyuan Renzun's expression shifted between dark and light, but Marshal Zhitian did not urge him, patiently waiting for his choice.
A long time passed.
Xuanyuan Renzun let out a breath of turbid air. He rose to his feet and walked down the stairs. With every step he took, a portion of his keen edge faded away.
By the time he descended the stairs, he seemed incomparably desolate. He stopped beside Marshal Zhitian.
"Marshal Zhitian, you are the commander of the Heavenly Gods, and you have rendered countless merits for the Heavenly Court. All living beings regard you as a War God. I hope that in the years to come, you can let the Three Thousand Great Worlds suffer a little less hardship."
Xuanyuan Renzun spoke in a low voice. He understood very clearly what the consequence would be once the Son of Heaven Taishang sent immortals and gods into the Three Thousand Great Worlds.
If nothing unexpected happened, he, unable to make contact with the Three Thousand Great Worlds, could only watch all living beings suffer, shaking their faith in him.
But he had no way to resist. Leaving aside the fact that he was simply no match for Marshal Zhitian, once he resisted, the Son of Heaven Taishang could accuse him before Blue Sky and suppress him with the Heavenly Dao. At that time, his end would only be even more miserable.
Marshal Zhitian's face was expressionless. He did not look at Xuanyuan Renzun, only answering softly, "I, too, am an immortal god of the Heavenly Court. I have my duties. I heed Heavenly Mandate, but I will also abide by my immortal post."
Hearing this, the corners of Xuanyuan Renzun's mouth rose, and he lifted his foot to continue forward.
"All sides of the Heavenly Court say that