As the Heavenly Emperor's little hand gently stroked his head, an indescribable sense of closeness welled up inside the White-robed Tribulation Immortal. It was an instinctive response buried deep within his heart, seemingly confirming that he and the Heavenly Emperor truly shared a very intimate bond.
That sense of closeness even seemed to go beyond the ordinary affection between master and disciple.
The White-robed Tribulation Immortal actually found himself craving the Heavenly Emperor's head pats.
An old relic who had lived for who knew how many tens of thousands of years, craving head pats from a little girl—the great senior in white felt an indescribable embarrassment.
"So, get yourself ready, Gold Trigram. In twenty-three minutes, by Earth's time, the Floating Mysterious Island will align with Spirit Butterfly Island below, and the sun, moon, and stars will fall into the positions I calculated. With the right time and place secured, I'll pass the Heavenly Emperor's Position on to you. It's time you took that final step and became a true Heavenly Emperor," the Heavenly Emperor said softly.
This time, the White-robed Tribulation Immortal, Gold Trigram of the Ancient Heavenly Court, did not refuse.
And frankly, with the Heavenly Emperor's strength, even if he refused, she could forcibly complete the transfer of the Heavenly Emperor's Position.
"Before inheriting the Heavenly Emperor's Position, may I ask a few questions?" White-robed Gold Trigram asked.
The Heavenly Emperor took her hand off his head and sat back down, smiling faintly. "Ask away. As long as it's a question I can answer right now, I'll give you a serious answer."
"Why are you passing on your position?" Gold Trigram looked up and asked.
"The Heavenly Emperor's Path isn't the path I want. My ambitions are greater than that. The Heavenly Emperor's Path cannot contain them," the