Houtu and all the Saints looked down on Haotian, not because he had been the Dao Ancestor's attendant. To be fair, that was hardly a lowly status, and he was also a Quasi-Saint who had completed the two-corpse slash. There was nothing wrong with calling him a mighty figure of the Primordial World. But the fellow just loved running off to tattle.
The Heavenly Court had been conquered by an alliance between the Iron-Eating Beast Clan and the Dragon Race. He had contributed nothing, yet the Dao Ancestor's favoritism had made him the Great Heavenly Venerable and Jade Emperor. Even that had not satisfied him. He actually wanted authority equal to, or even greater than, that of the Heavenly Emperor and Heavenly Sovereign.
What was that called? Boundless ambition!
Of course, that was not such a terrible fault in itself. The problem was, if he had ambitions, he should have competed with them openly and honorably. He could fight them head-on or use his brains to scheme-either would do. But all he fucking knew how to do was tattle. He had none of the bearing a mighty figure ought to possess.
And the Dao Ancestor happened to be an old bastard too. He had actually let that tattling work and insisted on helping him. It truly disgusted them.
"Boundless Heavenly Venerable..." Zhunti could no longer hold back. Raising two fingers, he urged Hongjun on the main seat, "Teacher, under Gungun and Ao Yue's governance, everything in the Primordial World is orderly. The living beings of the Ten Thousand Clans live and multiply in peace, no longer suffering the tragedies of entire clans being wiped out at the slightest provocation, as they did when the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Tribes held dominion, or when the Witches and Demons ruled heaven and