Hearing Xuanyuan Renzun's words, Old Immortal Cixuan could not help nodding. He spoke to comfort him. "The Ancestral Master has only left. There will surely be a day when you meet again. And Your Highness can only see him if you live on."
A smile appeared on Xuanyuan Renzun's face, and he sighed with feeling. "Yes. Only by living on can there be ten thousand hopes."
"Your Highness, today His Majesty conferred forty-nine Immortal Lord positions upon Zhongtian. This is a very strong signal. The rise of the Son of Heaven Taihao will be unstoppable. Do you need me to go congratulate him on your behalf?"
Old Immortal Cixuan gathered his expression and asked seriously.
The Dark Heavenly Court had been heavily wounded and would not make a comeback for a very long time to come. Now, their attention had to return to the interior of the Heavenly Court.
For Immortal Gods, having no desires and seeking nothing meant there was no danger. But most of the Immortal Gods who served Sons of Heaven had something they sought. Once they were drawn into the struggle between Sons of Heaven, it was very hard to extricate themselves. This was even more so for the Sons of Heaven themselves. No Son of Heaven was absolutely secure; even if they did not wish to fight, they would be unable to help themselves.
Xuanyuan Renzun frowned and snorted coldly. "What Taihao? He actually took Imperial Father's mortal name as his own. What blatant favoritism. How many years has it been since he became a Son of Heaven?"
He had seen many Sons of Heaven favored by Imperial Father, and he himself had once been doted on, but he had never seen a degree of favor like the Son of Heaven Taihao's.
The Heavenly Emperor