"If this continues, the Heavenly Dao faction's chances of turning the tables will be vanishingly small. Should I start planning an escape route as well?" Haotian stood before the dragon throne in the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, looking at the gloomy sky beyond the hall. For the first time, doubt arose in his heart.
He had followed Hongjun in cultivation since the Primordial World's Beginning, yet when Hongjun lectured on the Dao, he and Yaochi had merely been attendants standing at his side.
—Though their status had been extraordinary, they had never received the slightest tangible benefit. Their opportunities had even paled beside those of the Three Thousand Purple Firmament Guests.
When Hongmeng Purple Qi had been distributed, each of the six great disciples received one strand, and he had had nothing to say about it. Yet the seventh strand had been bestowed upon Hong Yun, an "outsider."
That had been the sole opportunity to prove the Dao and become a Saint!
By contrast, Yaochi and he had diligently served the Dao Ancestor through countless eons, yet had not gained a single benefit.
Even Dong Wang Gong had received the Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Dragon Head Crutch, while the two of them had received only the hollow title of "Lords of Heaven." They wore the empty hat of supreme rulers of the Three Realms, yet were constrained by Saints at every turn and had to bear immense karmic burdens. One misstep, and they could be slaughtered to extinction by the Pangu Orthodox Lineage.
How could Haotian harbor no resentment under such circumstances? He had merely been cowed by the Dao Ancestor's might before, not daring to reveal even a fraction of it.
"If it truly comes to that, we shall abandon these bodies of Chaos stubborn stone. That can be