Li Hao felt as though he had become an ant, helpless to resist being crushed. The shadow of death seemed to envelop him, and the vast pressure of that will nearly pulverized his divine soul, leaving him struggling to breathe. He sensed that if he refused to compromise, both his body and soul would be destroyed, and all his years of arduous cultivation would come to nothing!
But if he compromised, would those years of arduous cultivation not have been wasted all the same?
If I am no longer myself, if the chains of destiny imprison my true self, how could I still be me?
"I refuse to prove this heavenly heart!!"
Li Hao raised his head and gazed at the firmament. Feeling the thunderous roar, which seemed to carry the wrath of the heavenly Dao, he shouted hoarsely at the sky.
"The heavenly heart is my heart" and "my heart is the heavenly heart" were two different things. Reversing their order changed their meaning entirely.
Sensing Li Hao's powerful resolve, the rolling thunder grew ever more piercing, as though it would surround him and shatter him. Yet as the thunder continued to rumble, it finally began to weaken, and the terrifying pressure around him slowly dispersed.
Li Hao gasped for breath, feeling utterly drained, as though he had just walked through the gates of death.
He knew that the slightest touch of that power could have reduced him to ashes moments ago. This was the power of the heavenly Dao, supreme and majestic, something he could never withstand.
"Proving the heavenly heart... so that's how it works. An emperor path bestowed by heaven, becoming a Son of Heaven-"
Li Hao now understood why proving the heavenly heart could make one an Emperor Lord. Though one became a Great Emperor,