The Heavenly Emperor of the Mystic Court remained silent for a long time.
His gaze lingered on Pure Keeper Dao Venerable, as though seeking to pierce his flesh and discern his true intentions. Yet however closely he scrutinized him, he saw only sincerity.
"Pure Keeper, Mystic Respondent..." He softly repeated the name, then nodded slightly. "We shall remember it."
A surge of heroic resolve rose within the Heavenly Emperor of the Mystic Court. Once he sacrificed his final trump card, he would inevitably be assimilated by the Heavenly Dao, regardless of whether he won or lost this battle.
But cultivation had always meant contending with Heaven for one's life.
As the exalted Heavenly Emperor, rather than eke out his days only to meet the dismal end of assimilation by the Heavenly Dao, he would sooner fight a magnificent battle against a powerhouse of his own realm.
That way, his lifetime of cultivating the Dao would not have been in vain.
"You have earned our recognition." The Heavenly Emperor gazed at Pure Keeper Dao Venerable, his eyes sharp as swords. "Since you have given us this opportunity, we shall not disappoint you."
With that, he raised his hand and swept it outward.
In an instant, the entire Spirit Realm trembled.
The boundless golden light began to churn violently, like a towering tsunami raising endless waves. Within it, strands of interwoven, entwining threads were faintly visible.
Along those threads, countless streams of golden light rose from the Present World and poured into his body. They carried the reserves the Divine Officials had accumulated over hundreds of thousands of years-human aura and the momentum of the age. This was the Human Dao devouring the Heavenly Dao, and all living beings replenishing the Human Dao.
As the golden light continued pouring in, the Heavenly