"Hmph, outrageous!"
Upon hearing the news that Fu Xi had proclaimed himself Emperor, Haotian sprang to his feet from the imperial throne. His face darkened, and a bone-chilling killing intent spilled out as cold winds swept through the entire hall.
His eyes flashed with sinister light, though no one knew what he was plotting!
"Good. Fu Xi has done well. Heehee, he's proclaimed himself Emperor, but I wonder what the Sages will think. The Human Race is so powerful now. If they're allowed to develop without restraint, I'm afraid they'll become stronger than the Witch and Yao Tribes were back then—or even the three ancient tribes. I refuse to believe the Sages can sit still!"
At this thought, the gloom on Haotian's face gradually faded. Yet a chilling killing intent still filled the depths of his pupils.
In truth, Haotian understood how difficult it would be to bring the Human Race under his control. He was also well aware that they had the support of the one in the Underworld. The most complicated and unfathomable minds in the world belonged to emperors. How could an emperor's thoughts be so simple that he failed to grasp such an obvious truth?
But he had no choice but to do this. He wasn't willing to remain a docile puppet forever! Even the Sages, including the Three Pure Ones, likely had no idea that Haotian had already severed all three of his corpse-self avatars, making his cultivation no less formidable than that of Great Powers like River Styx.
And yet, Haotian had kept his strength hidden all this time, never revealing his cultivation to anyone—not even after he became the Heavenly Emperor.
He was like a venomous dragon lurking in the shadows, quietly building his strength and waiting for the day he could step