"Little Grass, look, the Heavenly Dao is still very biased." Mo Yuhuai rolled his eyes in anger. He had no thoughts of aspiring for the throne of the Heavenly Emperor, but the blatant discrimination made him uncomfortable.
From the moment he was born, he has lived in this kind of discrimination.
"Are you interested in the position of the Heavenly Emperor?"
"Not interested. I just can't stand the Heavenly Dao always discriminating against me!"
"Not even a chance to participate."
Qiann Yan: "Actually, being the Heavenly Emperor is not that great. You have to manage the entire Heavenly Realm. It's better to be a Loose Cultivator, more free."
"You have a point." Mo Yuhuai glanced at the spot where the Heavenly Emperor disappeared. The sword light had long vanished, and the Heavenly Emperor was completely obliterated, not a trace of his aura remained. That was the power of the Heavenly Dao.
