Haotian and Yaochi had simply been carrying out Hongjun's orders, coming out to welcome the Sages into the Purple Heavens Palace.
Yet Laozi, Yuanshi, Jieyin, and Zhunti's behavior had thoroughly disgusted them.
Instantly!
Their two adorable, childlike faces fell.
You lot couldn't beat Daochen, so what was the meaning of taking your anger out on us?
You were already Sages.
Did you still have to pick the softest persimmons to squeeze?
Well!
In truth, that was precisely what Laozi, Yuanshi, Jieyin, and Zhunti were doing.
On this matter!
Haotian and Yaochi had the right to protest, but not the power to resist.
There was no other reason!
They could not beat the Sages!
"Ah, don't get worked up. Don't get worked up. You have plenty more days like this ahead of you."
Seeing their downcast little faces, Daochen chuckled. He nodded slightly to them, then took Nüwa with him into the Purple Heavens Palace.
As far as he was concerned.
The Sages making life miserable for Haotian and Yaochi.
Was truly only the beginning.
Once the Investiture of the Gods Calamity ended, the Heavenly Court was established, and Haotian firmly secured his position as Heavenly Emperor.
The real misery would still lie ahead!
Although Haotian was nominally the lord of the Three Realms, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable would actually strip him of all authority.
As the saying went, his commands never left the Hall of Ascending Heaven.
That saying described Haotian...
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Whenever he thought of Haotian's future misfortunes.
Daochen could only silently mourn for him.
But then another thought struck him.
Wait a moment!
I was the one calling all the shots in the Heavenly Court now.
The War of the Liches hadn't even broken out.
So what role would Haotian have left?
Thinking about it that