Haotian Was Also Afraid

Haotian's chest full of fury and killing intent, after he learned this cruel truth, was instantly drenched clean from head to toe by a basin of ice water.

What replaced it was endless lingering fear and dread.

Just what kind of being had he provoked today?

A monster even the Heavenly Dao could do nothing to, one it even had to turn around and compromise with!

And he had actually fantasized about suppressing him?

He simply had not known whether he was alive or dead!

Haotian was even somewhat glad—glad that he had died early.

If he had not been slain by Qin Mu's sword back then, but instead had been forced to the end like Primordial Heavenly Venerate, would... the Heavenly Dao also have descended and pronounced his crimes?

After all, in order to suppress Yao Ji, he had used the power of the Heavenly Dao to reinforce Peach Mountain. That could also be counted as abuse of authority, a violation of a Heavenly Emperor's duty.

The moment he thought of that possibility, Haotian broke out in a cold sweat.

He looked at his Saint body, which was still somewhat illusory, and for the first time, he felt the icy chill of death.

So Saints truly could die.

Moreover, they could vanish utterly and completely.

This realization was like a sharp knife, viciously stabbing into his Dao heart, causing the pride and dignity he possessed as a Saint to collapse with a thunderous crash.

"Then... then what about Jie Yin and Zhun Ti?"

Haotian swallowed with difficulty and asked in a hoarse voice.

He wanted to know the fate of his two "allies."

Taibai Jinxing did not dare conceal anything, and hurriedly told him as well how the Two Sages of the West had knelt and begged for mercy,