Great Luo Heaven.
Xiang Yuan was steeped entirely in the laws and principles of the Heavenly Dao. Though he could not directly merge with the Heavenly Dao's origin, in the Dry Abyss Realm, he was more like the Heavenly Emperor than Ji Wuzhou was. The Heavenly Dao's recognition of him left Ji Wuzhou so far behind he could not even catch the warmth of his taillights.
The reason, when examined closely, came down to just two words—scheming.
Put another way, one that sounded less like self-deception: opportunity.
At this moment, Xiang Yuan held a list in his hand. Looking over the names on it, he would sometimes frown in silence, sometimes shake his head again and again. Give him a red pen, and he would look exactly like a teacher grading homework.
Ji Wuzhou, who had turned in the assignment, stood beside him.
"Disciple, is there something wrong with this list?"
Ji Wuzhou wore a golden imperial robe. Clothes made the man, and it salvaged his salted-fish temperament. So long as he was not wearing a sorrowful expression, he looked rather wise and mighty at first glance.
"There's far too much wrong with it. For instance, this..."
Xiang Yuan pointed to the Six Royals among the supreme divine positions and tapped the title of Heavenly Emperor. "In my humble opinion, the Dry Abyss Realm should not have a Heavenly Emperor."
Rumble—
Thunder rolled and exploded beside Ji Wuzhou's ears, leaving him utterly miserable.
No, disciple. You had already hollowed out your master, the Heavenly Emperor. Now you did not even intend to leave the position of Heavenly Emperor for your master?
This was his master's last fig leaf. Tear it away, and his master would have no face left at all.
Ji Wuzhou pulled a thoroughly miserable face. Crushed by