Sainthood

After the laborers who had opened up Chaos left, Zhang Hao looked toward the edge of the World Barrier.

At the edge of the chaotic World Barrier, the rows of pits seemed unusually quiet.

Tai Yi, Xuan Qing, Guangchengzi, Zhao Gongming...

The old hands who had been hauled in to work from the Witch-Demon era through the Investiture of the Gods period silently watched the labor-reassignment spectacle that had just unfolded.

"Looks like something truly serious has happened." Tai Yi's voice was the first to break the silence, carrying the keen insight of someone long accustomed to power.

Zhang Hao's figure appeared soundlessly in this special labor camp.

His gaze swept over the familiar and unfamiliar faces in the pits.

"Your sentences are over. You may all come out."

As his words fell, the Heavenly Dao chains binding them crumbled inch by inch, dissolving into specks of light.

Everyone in the pits, without exception, had regained their freedom.

They stretched their stiff limbs, savoring the freedom they had not felt in a long time.

But no one looked overjoyed. Instead, they all turned to Zhang Hao with solemn expressions.

Tai Yi stepped forward. He still wore his majestic imperial robes, though his brow now carried a touch more gravity.

"Thank you, Heavenly Dao."

He cupped his hands, then got straight to the point.

"Has something happened to the Prehistoric World?"

As the former Heavenly Emperor who had once ruled the Prehistoric World, he felt a sense of responsibility for this realm far stronger than most.

Even after becoming a laborer, that concern had never changed.

Xuan Qing came over as well. He first glanced at Qing Li nearby, and she returned his gaze with gentle resolve.

Only then did he turn to Zhang Hao, bowing respectfully as he spoke with