The Heavenly Dao nibbled on the candied hawthorn stick in his hand, his red bellyband shimmering with a blinding golden light under the sun.
He looked down, glancing at the distant Haitang Court.
The Heavenly Dao had never imagined that The Supreme Emperor would choose to reside in this remote star system.
Plans couldn't keep up with the changes.
However, everything was progressing as he had foreseen.
Though the progress was slow, it was all still under control.
Slowly introducing the Martial Dao into the public eye... this move was the right one. Spiritual Energy has been sealed for thousands of years; it's time for it to slowly reawaken.
Suddenly, he thought of the tragic figure of Jing Ke, and his expression grew complex.
But Jing Ke, you've searched for the key to the Nine Kings' Palace day in and day out for thousands of years. With your lifespan... how much longer can you search? Is the person in that coffin really worth you giving up your life? She isn't worth it.
