Meanwhile.
Inside Lingxiao Treasure Hall.
Haotian sat upon the imperial throne. After dismissing everyone, he sealed the entire hall with the power of a Quasi-Saint. Before him floated the Investiture of the Gods...
Within Haotian's true body, the heavenly offices constantly surged, resonating with the laws of the Heavenly Dao and answering the Investiture of the Gods from afar. The Investiture of the Gods continuously emitted golden light, rising and falling unsteadily!
The power of the Divine Dao came rolling in.
It constantly flowed into Haotian's body.
Yet Haotian was like an innocent young man—he could rub against it all he wanted, but he just could not get in... He remained stuck at the final step.
Therefore.
While Yunxiao and Golden Spirit Holy Mother had both attained the Dao, he had even had the leisure to split off a thread of divine sense to watch the excitement!
Once their attainment of the Dao had ended.
Haotian's gaze shifted toward Kunlun Mountain. With a faint, thoughtful smile, he murmured softly:
"Can you still endure it now?"
Haotian was certainly no fool.
Although Tribulations were stacking atop one another and the great age of Primordial Origin had arrived, making the Investiture of the Gods destined to shatter... no matter what, it could not shatter in his own hands!
If it did.
Wouldn't he be the one left carrying the black pot?
By then, throughout the entire Primordial World, would every cultivator believe:
That the Heavenly Emperor had shattered the Investiture of the Gods in order to break through, causing the Divine Dao to decline!
Haotian absolutely did not want that.
With a thought, Haotian secretly said:
"You think I'll be in a hurry?"
"You think that after learning of this, I'll impatiently attain the Dao at the first opportunity? Heh... you think