This time, Haotian had suffered the loss in the end.
Xing Tian had trampled on his dignity.
Xing Tian had taken his life.
Yet Xing Tian himself had soared to the Quasi-Saint realm in battle because of it.
All things considered, now that Haotian had come before her, Houtu had not deliberately made things difficult for him.
"Deliberately careless?"
Houtu's lovely brows rose slightly as she looked Haotian up and down. "From the sound of it, you deliberately used Xing Tian's hand to fake your death and come to my Netherworld Underworld?"
"A Saint's Dharma Eye sees through all things, and her thoughts are meticulous. I have no secrets at all before a Saint."
Haotian first flattered Houtu, then nodded in admission. "That is correct. I did indeed borrow Xing Tian's hand to fake my death and come to the Underworld."
Xuanming asked in confusion, "What was your purpose in doing this?"
At that, Haotian paused for a moment before slowly speaking. "The framework of the Heavenly Court today was almost entirely built by Nephew-Disciple Cangyuan. Setting aside the Jie Teach Disciples for now, even the Heavenly Court's lower ranks are filled with Human Race Cultivators.
I feel out of place in the Heavenly Court."
Cangyuan asked tentatively, "So you intend to..."
"Correct!" Haotian said directly. "Since the Heavenly Court, from top to bottom, is filled with the Human Race, then I shall become Human Race as well!"
"That way, the Human Race of the Heavenly Court and I will be one of our own. Their sense of belonging toward me will also become stronger."
Very good.
Very nice.
Put simply, Haotian's idea was this: if you could not beat them, join them.
However, Haotian had left out some details.
For instance... the hint Heavenly Dao had given him!
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