Having received the orders of Dao Ancestor Hongjun and taken charge of the Heavenly Court, becoming the nominal ruler of the Primordial World, Haotian had been immensely excited when he first ascended the throne. After receiving the acknowledgment of the Heavenly Dao and the descent of merit, he had reached the realm of a Late Quasi-Saint.
Even when he and Yao Ji saw the Heavenly Court's immortal realm, which had been reduced to a scene of devastation after the Witch-Demon War, he had still been full of confidence.
But after all these years, only after becoming the Haotian Jade Emperor did he understand that the position of Heavenly Emperor was not easy to hold at all. It could even be said that being the Heavenly Emperor was unbearably stifling.
There were very few capable Immortal Officials in the Heavenly Court. Not to mention ruling the Primordial World, even his Jade Emperor's decrees could barely leave the Lingxiao Treasure Hall. Setting aside the great powers of the Primordial World, even ordinary living beings only knew the Heavenly Court by name. With the Heavenly Court's authority failing to impress anyone, this position had practically become a decoration.
More importantly, the Saintly Sects constrained him. The disciples of those Saints did not take him, the Heavenly Emperor, seriously at all. Not only did they fail to respect him, they often humiliated him as well—from the earlier Peach Banquet to the matter of Yao Ji descending into the mortal world.
After being humiliated several times, Haotian felt desolate. All below Saints are Ants. Even after becoming the Heavenly Emperor, he could not escape the status of an ant. He wanted to resist. Even if he could not shake a Saint's Might, he could not allow those Saint Sect disciples to humiliate him.
His ambitions