In truth, Daochen still felt somewhat uncertain. Otherwise, he would have raised the banner of rebellion long ago.
What exactly was Fate? He had yet to find out.
Why did Fate dare to order him around like this? It proved one thing: at the very least, the strength of the seven heavens of the Saint Realm did not count as powerful in Fate's eyes.
"All right. For now, you'll have to rely on yourself for the Heavenly Court Reconstruction. Once I establish the Demon Realm, I'll send members of the Demon Race to help you."
"Work hard, Your Majesty Haotian."
With that, Daochen gradually began to dissipate.
It was only a spiritual-energy doppelganger. There was little point in keeping it around.
After the Demon Emperor left, Haotian seemed to become a different person. His expression turned cold, his face full of defiance.
He frowned as he surveyed the Heavenly Court.
"Rebuilding such a vast Heavenly Court won't be easy!"
"The Demon Emperor really takes me for a child. If he wants to pull the strings behind the scenes, he'll have to ask whether I'm willing first."
If the Demon Emperor sent members of the Demon Race to help him, then once the Heavenly Court was established, it would probably end up as nothing more than the Demon Race's puppet.
If that was the case, what was the point of being its ruler?
At that thought, Haotian decided to seek helpers in the Primordial World.
Just as he left the Heavenly Court, he sensed something and headed in a certain direction.
He could clearly feel that the helpers he needed lay that way.
He traveled west, heedless of day and night, until he reached a secluded immortal mountain. The sound of scripture recitation drifted down from its heights.
Hearing it, he