Haotian was a man with an intense thirst for power. Otherwise, he would not have painstakingly provoked the Investiture of the Gods Great Calamity to make himself the true Heavenly Emperor.
When such a person faced a desperate situation, he would naturally think first of how to preserve his own life.
Things like dignity had to take a back seat.
If he lost his life, what use was dignity?
It had to be said that Haotian saw things quite clearly.
Only by humiliating himself to survive would he have the chance to break through to the Saint Realm, rise again, stand on equal footing with the Sages, become the true Heavenly Emperor, and perhaps even reclaim every humiliation he had suffered.
Thus, in the face of mortal danger, Haotian decisively cast aside his so-called dignity and bearing as the Heavenly Emperor.
He understood that as long as he lived, there would still be opportunities.
But he could not understand what exactly this seclusion meant.
Even though only half of Heavenly Court's real authority was currently in his hands, and he was merely a Heavenly Emperor in name—
Even so, he was the symbol of the Heavenly Realm and Heavenly Court. If he secluded himself for years without appearing, those with ulterior motives would surely see it and shake Heavenly Court's foundations.
The authority he had so painstakingly secured in Heavenly Court would also gradually be nibbled away, or even swallowed whole.
He would become once more the puppet Heavenly Emperor from before the Investiture of the Gods Great Calamity, without even a shred of real power.
Thus, Haotian hesitated.
On one side was his life; on the other was the power he regarded as his life.
If it were his life compared with anything else, he would naturally choose his