Given the current situation, the War Emperor of West Heaven truly had not seen this coming.
He had originally planned to appoint Luo Li as Saintess immediately after the Luo Shen Festival, thereby drawing closer to her. Yet he had never expected someone else to act even faster than him.
Still, it did not matter. In his eyes, a brat who had only recently broken through to the Earthly Supreme realm posed no threat whatsoever.
He simply had not expected Luo Li's attitude to be so resolute, forcing him to make a move.
Since Luo Li was so devoted to Mu Chen, given her nature, she would obediently comply and become the Saintess of the West Heaven Palace. Once she became Saintess, there would naturally be opportunities everywhere.
Given enough time, he was confident he could make Luo Li fall for him. When the time came, it would be mutual affection and a happy ending—not coercion or blackmail.
In the future, people would only sing praises of the War Emperor of West Heaven and Luo Shen's descendant as a heavenly couple. This moment was merely fleeting smoke, hardly worth mentioning.
The path of cultivation was long. It had already been over five hundred years since he became a Heavenly Supreme. Back when he had risen to power, invincible through countless battles, how many beauties had offered themselves to him? Such simple physical beauty no longer held much attraction for him.
Compared to ornaments that appeared only occasionally throughout the long years—pretty but useless—his standards and expectations for the beauties of his harem had unknowingly risen higher and higher.
...Without cultivation, one was ultimately nothing more than a rosy skeleton. No matter how beautiful, how could they compare to that breathtaking glimpse from centuries ago?
At the thought of this, the