The Human Emperor Battles Three Saints

The deadlock was finally broken by Saint Zhun Ti of the Western Teachings.

On his careworn face, he squeezed out a smile uglier than tears and bowed to Huang Tian. "Fellow Daoist Huang Tian, it has been many years. You look as splendid as ever."

"But on this matter, fellow Daoist, you are mistaken."

Zhun Ti changed tack, trying to argue from another angle.

"Yang Jian may carry Human Race blood, but he also has the body of an immortal god and cultivates the immortal path. As an immortal god, he must abide by Heavenly Law."

"He violated Heavenly Law and disrupted the order of the Three Realms. This is a grave crime. We acted to suppress him for the stability of the Primordial Wilderness and the proper workings of the Heavenly Dao, not to make enemies of the Human Race."

He had deftly shifted the question from "whose blood runs in his veins" to "what he is" and "the preservation of order," hoping to sidestep the logical trap Huang Tian had laid.

Huang Tian, however, merely listened. His expression did not change.

Only when Zhun Ti finished did he slowly ask a question in return.

"Heavenly Law?"

Huang Tian turned his gaze to Haotian, a faint sneer playing at his lips.

"You mean that set of rules he made up himself to save his sister's reputation?"

"Or do you mean the rules your Western Teachings invented on flimsy pretexts to convert a few disciples?"

He shook his head. His voice was mild, but it carried an authority that brooked no doubt.

"The principles of my Human Race are simple."

"Of all virtues, filial piety comes first."

"A son saving his mother is as right as heaven and earth. It is the highest filial devotion. This is the 'Dao' of