Although Haotian coveted power and harbored ambitions, he was not a cold-blooded god utterly devoid of feeling. Yao Ji was his own younger sister. How could her death not have pierced his heart?
Especially when Yao Ji had died harboring hatred for him, accusing him even with her dying breath of disregarding family ties and persecuting his own sister and nephews to preserve his position as Jade Emperor.
In truth... her words were not entirely wrong.
Haotian had indeed done his best to protect Yao Ji, but he had never once considered giving up his position as Jade Emperor or his status as ruler of the Heavenly Court. Otherwise, what would it have mattered if he openly defied the Heavenly Laws to protect both his sister and his nephew?
At worst, he could have left the Heavenly Court and taken Yao Ji and her children back to Zixiao Palace, or gone into Chaos to establish a Daoist Abode of his own. He was a mighty Quasi-Saint Great Power, after all. Could he truly not manage even that?
He could, but he had never considered it. He could not bear to relinquish everything he possessed, so he could not openly defy the Heavenly Laws and leave the gods and the Primordial World with the impression that he acted unjustly. Otherwise, he would lose all hope of ever wresting supreme authority from the Ancestral Bear and Ao Yue.
At that thought, Haotian, who had left the lower realm and was returning to the Heavenly Court, felt his heart grow heavier still.
He wondered whether sacrificing his sister and a nephew for the hollow title of Jade Emperor had truly been worth it.
What? My brother-in-law too?
*Brother-in-law, my ass! He deserved to die. Even if Ao Yue hadn't given the order, I