Haotian and Yaochi's thinking was simple.
As long as they attained sainthood, would not the Myriad Races of the Great Desolation come clamoring to join the Heavenly Court of their own accord?
Yet at a certain moment, Haotian and Yaochi, seated upon their imperial thrones, suddenly opened their eyes in unison and looked at each other.
Shock showed in their eyes.
"Senior Brother, did you sense it?"
"Junior Sister, did you sense it?"
Haotian and Yaochi nearly spoke at the same time, asking each other the same question.
Then, they nearly nodded at the same time in answer.
At once, strange expressions appeared on both their faces, and a flush of embarrassment rose to their cheeks.
There was currently nothing much in the Heavenly Court that required discussion, so court assemblies were naturally few and far between.
After all, there were no powerful experts under their command. They were practically bare-pole commanders.
Nor had many powerful races among the myriad races joined the Heavenly Court, making court assemblies even more unnecessary.
Haotian and Yaochi vanished from the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, appearing in the Yaochi Immortal Realm the next instant.
"Senior Brother, could it be that you too sensed the opportunity to attain sainthood?"
Within the Yaochi Immortal Realm, only Haotian and Yaochi remained. With a blush on her face, Yaochi spoke.
"Indeed, Junior Sister. The Heavenly Dao wishes for you and me to create a race called the Heavenly Race.
Once the Heavenly Race is born, we may attain sainthood on the spot."
Though Haotian's face was also somewhat flushed, he still voiced the opportunity for sainthood he had sensed.
Once he had spoken, the flush on Haotian's face faded, replaced by soaring ambition and towering aspirations.
"Your junior sister shall naturally create the Heavenly Race alongside Senior Brother.
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