Sounding the Horn of Attack on the Human Race

Haotian stared expressionlessly at the image in the mirror, their figures locked in a tense standoff. A terrifying aura emanated from him, creating an atmosphere of extreme oppression.

This nearly made all the immortals in the hall kneel on the ground, feeling as if a Mount Buzhou was pressing down on their hearts, making it hard to breathe and causing them to feel utterly terrified.

At this critical moment, the two sides seemed on the verge of a fight at the slightest provocation; the tension was palpable, and they could snap at any moment.

"Duke of the East, I never imagined you would one day achieve sainthood. This truly brings me great joy!"

Haotian spoke with a smile, but although he was smiling, the immortals felt the temperature in the hall drop sharply, and they felt a chill from the bottom of their hearts.

That smile was broken, uglier than crying, and even more chilling.

"Hehe, thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. It was just a fluke." The Duke of the East laughed from the Haotian Mirror, his voice lingering for a moment before reaching the main hall.

The immortals breathed a slight sigh of relief. The Duke of the East addressed him as His Majesty the Haotian Emperor, so it seemed he had no intention of turning against them.

Haotian loosened his grip on the armrest of the throne slightly and slowly said, "Since that's the case, then come back. Everyone's here except for you."

"Hehe, coming right away!"

Duke of the East responded without hesitation, and his figure disappeared into the mirror.

Haotian's smile gradually faded, his expression returning to calm, becoming neither sad nor happy.

He chose not to turn against them. The Heavenly Court was in dire need of talent at the moment, and the Investiture of the Gods was imminent. It wouldn't be too late to deal with the Duke of the East after the Investiture of the Gods calamity was over.

The Dao Ancestor is his master, Haotian is confident that the Duke of the East will not act recklessly. He can only assist him in advancing the great calamity, otherwise he will not be able to get past the Dao Ancestor.

Thinking of this, a murderous intent flashed in Haotian's eyes. It was obvious to anyone with a brain that Laozi and Yuanshi were behind Duke of the East's secret ascension to sainthood.

The Primordial World with countless beings, yet they chose to bestow the Primordial Violet Qi upon the Duke of the East.

Isn't this just deliberately picking a fight?

"What a scheme! Trying to use the Duke of the East to restrain me... Taiqing, Yuanshi, I will remember this!"

Haotian thought coldly to himself, "Laozi and Yuanshi are acting on orders, so he can't say anything, much less complain to the Dao Ancestor."

He couldn't be sure if this arrangement was the Dao Ancestor's intention; if it was, then it would be terrifying.

"Haha, fellow Daoists, Your Majesty the Heavenly Emperor, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Suddenly, a long laugh rang out, and the immortals only felt a blur before their eyes. The figure of the Duke of the East had already appeared at the forefront, shining brightly, with an imposing aura that made people dare not look directly at him.

In just a few breaths, he had already returned to the Heavenly Court from Purple Mansion Island.

This is the speed of Sage.

If it were an ordinary immortal, it would take them ages to fly there.

Even so, the Duke of the East still took the time to enjoy the scenery along the way, at a leisurely pace.

"Hehe, it's good to be back." Haotian's face immediately lit up with a smile, his attitude friendly, as if nothing had happened.

"Now that everyone is here, I, the Emperor, have an important announcement to make."

Upon hearing this, the immortals straightened their expressions. This was the first time in all the time they had been in the Heavenly Court that they had heard the Heavenly Emperor announce something important.

I usually slack off, drink and chat, I'm so bored I'm practically a bird out of the water.

It's good to have something important to do and stretch your muscles, so as to avoid giving others something to talk about.

Suddenly, the immortals felt a sense of anticipation.

Only Duke of the East knew what important matter Haotian was about to announce. A faint smile appeared on his face as he stood proudly at the forefront, with his little follower Kongming's admiring gaze behind him.

Haotian remained expressionless and said in a deep voice, "My Heavenly Court was established in the name of the Dao Ancestor, and has the responsibility to maintain the stability of the Celestial Sphere and uphold the order of the Primordial World."

"Now, Human Race is unjust, Slaughter everywhere, seriously endangering the safety of other living beings, and disrupting the order of heaven and earth."

Upon hearing this, the expressions on the faces of the immortals froze; they already knew what Haotian was about to say.

"I have decided to condemn the Human Race and punish Human Race! To restore peace to the Primordial World!"

What do you all think?

Haotian's voice boomed like a bell, his sharp gaze fixed on the assembled immortals. He had waited far too long for this moment. With the start of this battle, the Heavenly Court's prestige would surely illuminate the heavens and earth, enveloping every corner of the Primordial World.

Instead of the current situation where many people simply don't take it seriously.

They had only heard of the Heavenly Court, but those powerful figures didn't take Heavenly Court seriously at all.

It exists in name only, without substance.

This is not what Haotian wants to see. He wants all the immortals and gods in the Primordial World to submit to the Heavenly Court and to be subservient to him.

As Haotian finished speaking, the hall fell into complete silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The immortals looked at each other, their expressions incredibly strange and unpleasant, as if they had eaten excrement.

Haotian actually wants to attack the Human Race!

Isn't this playing with their lives?

They wanted to do something worthwhile and contribute to the Heavenly Court, but they couldn't risk their lives right from the start.

The Human Race not only has countless powerful individuals, but also the Human Emperor Ziwei above them, and above that, the Three Crows!

How the hell do we fight this?

It's a complete freebie.

"Where did you, Haotian, get the courage to attack the Human Race?"

Could it be that he's relying on his status as Heavenly Dao Sage, capable of resurrection after death?

But they aren't!

If you're dead, you're really dead!

Haotian, seeing the expressions on the immortals' faces as if they were eating shit, had already expected it. These guys had come to enjoy themselves and reap the benefits, but in reality, they had no intention of putting in any effort.

If something were to happen to the Heavenly Court at this time, these guys would run away faster than anyone else, without the slightest hesitation.

"This is the very meaning behind the Investiture of the Gods!"

Haotian sighed inwardly, realizing that only by being Investiture of the Gods could he truly control everything.

Thinking of this, he laughed loudly and said calmly and confidently, "Do you all think that there is no chance of winning an attack on the Human Race?"

The immortals remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement. It wasn't just that they had no chance of winning; it was practically courting death. They were tired of living.

"I had already considered this point. With the current strength of the Human Race, relying solely on my Heavenly Court, the chances of victory are indeed slim."

"But what if we add the Three Pure Ones sect?"

With a smile on his face, he mercifully revealed some important information.

Upon hearing this, things changed; the expressions of the immortals became much more pleasant.

Haotian's words were tantamount to telling them that the Three Pure Ones were also on the side of the Heavenly Court.

Moreover, the three saints had a great many disciples.

Chan Sect, Interception Sect, All-Spirit Sect.

The number of disciples was increasing, and each one was more extravagant than the last, encompassing almost every race except Human Race.

With their addition, the odds of winning have indeed increased significantly.

This is assuming they don't count high-end combat power.

Because a single Dao Venerable from the Human Race could hang up and kill Sage from their side!

It's still not very stable!

There's only a tiny chance of winning.

Seeing the reactions of the immortals, Haotian felt somewhat frustrated and decided to drop a bombshell.

"You only need to know that this time, my Heavenly Court is acting in accordance with Heaven's will, and truth is on our side."