The Long Years

"Heavenly Emperor." Seeing this, Emperor Nanguang hurriedly flew over and respectfully looked toward Heavenly Emperor.

He could clearly sense that although Heavenly Emperor seemed to have slept for only a hundred years, his soul aura had weakened considerably. He had likely suffered severe injuries.

"You've had a hard time these past hundred years." Heavenly Emperor smiled at Emperor Nanguang.

With a single thought, Heavenly Emperor understood that Emperor Nanguang had been protecting him all this time.

"It is my duty," Emperor Nanguang said solemnly. "Besides, being able to protect you is an honor."

Heavenly Emperor nodded lightly and said no more.

Among the many Supreme Saints of the Immortal Court, countless had received his kindness, and even more had broken through with his guidance.

Take Emperor Nanguang, for example. He had once been an ordinary True Saint, hunted by powerful members of the Witch Court. With Heavenly Emperor's help, he joined the Immortal Court and continued to break through, eventually becoming a leader in his own right.

Emperor Donghuo, on the other hand, had risen to prominence within the Immortal Court's territory as a mortal. Heavenly Emperor had recognized his potential, guided him every step of the way, and helped him achieve eternity.

As for his status—

Heavenly Emperor's position in the Immortal Court was comparable to the combined standing of Dijiang and Houtu in the Witch Court.

His lofty prestige meant he had little reason to worry that the core Supreme Saints under his command would betray him.

"How have things been over the past hundred years?" Heavenly Emperor asked. His consciousness had been trapped, and he still knew nothing of what had happened outside.

"A hundred years ago, after Houtu Ancestral Witch used her killing move to trap you..." Emperor Nanguang began, relating everything that had happened over