This was how Haotian and Yaochi had looked when they served as attendants in the Purple Cloud Palace. Haotian was truly willing to go all out.
Countless factions were watching the Heavenly Court today. Not just Hunyuan Saints—even Quasi-Saint masters of Divine Abilities were watching closely, if only for the spectacle.
At the forefront, Yaochi wore the same solemn expression as Haotian. She knew what her senior brother had spent countless years planning, and all she could do was support him.
Whatever happened, he was her senior brother. She would follow him through life and death. Even if this incurred Hongjun's wrath, she would accept it!
Haotian led the gods in three respectful bows. With each bow, they gathered a dense surge of faith and collective hope that settled upon Chen Xiang.
At the same time, the calamity aura between heaven and earth thickened sharply. It all streamed toward the Thirty-Three Heavens and gathered over the altar.
Master, please grant your child's wish! Haotian prayed.
This grand rite drew the eyes of every faction in Hong Huang. The older Saints and Hunyuan powerhouses turned their gaze toward Chaos, while the newer Hunyuan cultivators could only watch the Heavenly Court, desperate to see what happened next.
In the chaotic void, a purple palace floated in silence. Ancient and imposing, it bore the weight of ages without a single mark of time upon it, holding down an entire stretch of Chaos.
Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun was startled out of his wandering through Chaos.
He had never paid attention to the calamity that had erupted in Hong Huang. It was not a calamity ordained by the Heavenly Dao, merely one stirred up by mortal hands.
At his level, nothing else warranted his notice unless Hong Huang was about to go