Everyone understood Lin Xian's plan: make Emperor Zun Ye abdicate early and put Ye the Second on the throne.
But no one supported this plan. Even Ye Tianxuan shook his head. Though he had not spent long with Ye Fan, they were father and son, after all. How could he rise up against his father?
Besides, whether he could win was another matter altogether. Powerful as the innate sacred body dao embryo was, he was still only a Saint.
Ye Fan's strength defied all reason. He was almost capable of defeating a Great Saint above his own realm.
"Holy Master, repent."
Everyone urged him to reconsider. If he bowed his head and admitted his mistake now, the Heavenly Emperor Fist might hit a little less hard later.
"It's only an experiment. No need to be nervous."
"My fine sacred grandson, you may become the Tianxuan Sacred Lord!"
Lin Xian smiled calmly, his expression composed. He swept his gaze over everyone, then looked at the only dog who supported him.
The next moment, two big black hands clasped tightly together, sealing their agreement.
The Black Emperor had followed Great Emperor Wu Shi for years and was the Heavenly Court's de facto helmsman. Calling him its dog-headed strategist would be no exaggeration.
When he acknowledged Ye Tianxuan's claim to the Emperor Throne, a portion of the Heavenly Court's sky-piercing fortune truly descended to bless him. Dao flowers bloomed in the void, and a shower of light scattered down.
"O eternal Supreme One, the people's..."
Lin Xian chanted an ancient sacrificial invocation, cooperating with the Green Cauldron's divine spirit to influence the Immortal-Ascension Cauldron, the ritual vessel symbolizing the Heavenly Court's dominion.
What imperial seal? This cauldron was the true emblem of the Heavenly Court's legitimacy, its hereditary jade seal.
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