The Interception Sect Had Ten Thousand Immortals at Its Call, Yet No One Would Help Me? Time to Try My Luck in the Western Lands

"Senior Brother, I came to ask for your help."

"The Dao Ancestor tasked my junior sister and me with rebuilding the Heavenly Court, but right now it has no one to call on and lies in ruins. The two of us can hardly set it to rights alone. The Interception Sect has ten thousand immortals at its call and gods paying homage. Would you be willing to make things easier for us and lend me a hand?"

Haotian kept his manner humble.

He had only just emerged into the world.

All this time, he had lived as the Dao Ancestor's attendant boy.

He had yet to think of himself as the Heavenly Emperor.

And Sect Master Tongtian had always been a Saint far above him. A little deference was only natural.

"I see."

Sect Master Tongtian nodded. "I understand. Anyone in your position would ask."

"Things are hard for you now, but the Interception Sect's foundations weren't blown here by the Great Wind. We built them bit by bit, and none of it came easily."

"Still, there is a sliver of opportunity in everything."

"You, too, have your opportunity."

"I won't stop you from recruiting Interception Sect disciples. If anyone wishes to follow you to the heavens and take office, I won't stand in their way. If no one does, then don't blame me for being unable to help."

The Great Dao numbered fifty; the Heavenly Dao, forty-nine.

All things had a sliver of opportunity.

He had many disciples, but not every one of them could attain the Dao and bear its fruit.

Taking office in the heavens might well be an opportunity for them.

Haotian's face lit up. "Thank you, Senior Brother Tongtian! I'll never forget this kindness!"

"Hahaha! Don't celebrate too soon. Let me warn you: my disciples