The Heavenly Emperor Was Like an Ant

Heavenly Court, Yaochi Immortal Realm.

Haotian and Yaochi sat facing each other. The table before them was piled with jade slips and documents recording matters great and small across the Three Realms.

The fairy maidens stood quietly in the distance, afraid of disturbing the Heavenly Emperor and the Queen Mother.

Yaochi sighed softly and set down the jade slip in her hand. "Your Majesty, what do you think of Saint Tongtian abolishing his own Saint position?"

Haotian gave a self-mocking laugh. "Me? What opinion could I possibly have? It wasn't my Saint position."

How could Yaochi fail to hear the resentment in those words?

She waved the fairy maidens away and said gently, "Is Your Majesty still angry over the Primordial Chaos Purple Qi?"

Haotian immediately grew angry, his voice abruptly rising. "We have followed the Master since the calamity between Dao and Devil. Countless eras have passed. Which task have I ever failed to carry out with utmost dedication? But what about the Master?"

He rose to his feet, his gaze dim. "This opportunity should have been a chance for the Heavenly Court to strengthen itself. Yet the Master bestowed the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Beating Whip upon Senior Brother Yuanshi. Where does that leave me?"

"This Heavenly Court is ultimately the Saints' Heavenly Court." His voice was bitter. "Though I am the Heavenly Emperor, I must watch the Saints' expressions in everything I do. How laughable."

"Your Majesty, we cannot fathom the Master's thoughts," Yaochi said quietly. "Perhaps after this Investiture is over, the Master may bestow a strand of Primordial Chaos Purple Qi upon you as well?"

Haotian fell silent.

Though he had served at Hongjun's side for countless eras, he still lacked confidence.

At that moment, Yaochi suddenly recalled something. "By the way, hasn't