Transmigrating into Haotian, ruling the Three Pure Ones and pacifying the primordial world.

"When Emperor Zhuanxu severed the connection between heaven and earth, I sent immortals and gods down to earth so that the Five Emperors could return to their positions in time and the way of humanity could be restored."

"Do some humans believe that immortals and gods cannot exist without humans?" Haotian's brows furrowed with disdain. "Before humans appeared, we cultivated as usual."

"What's so great about the human race's fortune? I am the Holy Father of humanity. The world needs a protagonist of heaven and earth. Fortune can indeed accelerate a saint's enlightenment and make immortals and gods cultivate faster, but don't even think about using it to threaten me!"

"I am also the ruler of immortals and gods, you must remember that clearly."

The three emperors' faces were ashen, and each of their words was more severe than the last. Nuwa had a bad feeling. The Heavenly Emperor's words were rather harsh, so he must have a backup plan.

Haotian glanced coldly at the Three Sovereigns, his gaze sweeping over the saints. The Three Pure Ones trembled, and even Houtu paused for a moment. Nuwa suddenly stood up: "Junior brother, don't be impulsive."

Her laws of creation are issuing frantic warnings!

"I have attained the Dao of Hunyuan, and my golden words can even manipulate the laws of creation!" Haotian said softly, causing the expressions of the saints to change drastically.

With a flick of his sleeve, a ball of mud shimmering with divine light flew out, filled with the aura of creation. The entire ball of mud was enveloped in a misty aura, and the blood within the Three Sovereigns flowed wildly, as if they had seen the source of life.

Haotian smiled cruelly: "At worst, we can create another batch of humans. The protagonist of heaven and earth has already been established. With all the saints joining forces, we should be able to transfer the fortune of the human race. Anyway, we only need the fortune of the protagonist of heaven and earth."

The three emperors were pale, their eyes flickering as they looked at Houtu. Jieyin and Zhunti were moved, while the three pure ones remained silent. Nuwa shook her head repeatedly at Fuxi.

"Saints aren't incapable of reincarnation," Haotian said softly to Nuwa, his voice like a devil's whisper. "In any case, my senior sister and I are the Holy Father and Holy Mother of humanity. Those clay lumps from my senior sister are enough to recreate humanity!"

Nuwa could only let go of Fuxi, and Zhen Yuanzi could only let go of Hongyun. If these two could actively shift the fate of the human race, the new human race would surely replace the current human race. Then, every single one of the other great sages of Huoyun Cave would suffer from the backlash of fate. What would be the use of opposing them then?

"Junior brother..." Nuwa said in a low voice. Today she had seen the ruthlessness of this junior brother.

Xuanyuan's face was ashen, and his body trembled slightly. He dared not imagine whether the Heavenly Emperor knew about that matter and was still trying to play the emotional card: "Holy Father, why have you gone to such lengths? We humans are ultimately your offspring. How is this any different from killing your own children?"

Haotian sneered, "It's not like I haven't killed before!"

He looked at the group of people whose eyes were darting away. The Three Pure Ones lowered their heads, Nuwa pursed her lips, Fuxi and Hongyun remained silent, and Houtu looked embarrassed.

"Why are you all silent, fellow Daoists? Is this question so difficult to answer?" Haotian suppressed his anger and looked at the group with a smile. Seeing Zhunti's gloating expression, Haotian added insult to injury.

"What are you laughing at, Senior Brother? Are you reminiscing about the times I killed you twice in succession?"

Zhunti's face immediately turned ashen. Haotian patted his sleeves, as if brushing off a speck of dust: "If you've forgotten, Senior Brother, I can help you remember right now."

Although his words were directed at Zhunti, his gaze was fixed on the Three Sovereigns: "I dare to kill even a sage like myself, so what are some humans?"

A moment of silence fell over the Dragon Virtue Palace. The saints now fully understood that the Heavenly Emperor had attained the Primordial Chaos Realm and there was no need for them to endure any longer.

When the Heavenly Emperor first broke the bond between Heaven and Earth, he was only unable to turn against the Emperor due to certain schemes. Now that he has completely revealed his trump card, the saints have no means to restrain him.

Today, even if the Heavenly Emperor didn't need to be patient, he didn't need to be so aggressive. Even Yaochi looked at Haotian with surprise.

The Three Pure Ones remained silent; something must have angered the Heavenly Emperor.

The three emperors were pale and their eyes were somewhat evasive: "We have followed Your Majesty's arrangements in everything. Please, Your Majesty, do not speak any more words that would be considered malicious. We are terrified."

The Three Pure Ones relaxed: "Please let the Heavenly Emperor speak."

Houtu and Zhenyuanzi exchanged a glance: "Please make the arrangements, Heavenly Emperor."

Haotian flipped his hand and put away the mud ball, laughing heartily: "I was just joking, fellow Daoists, why are you so nervous? Shifting the fortune of the protagonist of heaven and earth will surely bring divine punishment. My master hasn't even come out of seclusion yet, how could I dare?"

The saints felt a chill run down their spines at his laughter. If the Dao Ancestor/Master were to emerge from seclusion and the Heavenly Emperor were to kneel and beg, given the Dao Ancestor/Master's affection for the Heavenly Emperor, they might actually agree.

Even the Sages were killed three times, including by the Dao Ancestor, and the Heavenly Dao didn't say anything.

"Then I will make the arrangements." Haotian glanced at the three emperors. "If anyone asks again about Fire Cloud Cave, just use my words to shut them up."

"Please give your orders, Your Majesty," the three emperors said in unison.

"In the past hundred years, no immortals or gods have manifested miracles in the Nine Provinces, the development of the human race has stagnated, and even some land and water sources have been damaged." Haotian said slowly, "If the Earth Immortals and the Dragon Clan were here, they could naturally help the human race maintain the waterways."

"But the human race has severed the connection between heaven and earth. Back then, I wanted the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors to return to their positions in time, and the Jie Sect also took in Emperor Yao and Emperor Shun. When Yu the Great controlled the floods, countless immortals and gods descended to the mortal realm to help. Now, even within the Nine Provinces, there are still many other mountain spirits and demons. Without immortals and gods, can the human race handle this alone?"

"Since our Heavenly Court is the supreme authority in the Three Realms, it is responsible for maintaining the balance of the universe and the vital energy of the Three Realms. Otherwise, even a great supernatural being could easily alter the flow of water vapor in a region by casting spells or engaging in battle, causing the rain to disappear without a trace and turning a place of favorable weather into a drought."

"Do you really think the Heavenly Court did nothing?" Haotian sneered. "During the period when the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors returned to their positions, all living beings in the prehistoric world knew that this was something that the sages of the heavens and I agreed to. In the past hundred years, I sealed off the Nine Provinces and I attained the Dao of Hunyuan. All the immortals in the prehistoric world were busy attending the Peach Banquet, so the fighting was reduced."

"If the Heavenly Court doesn't take action, and someone were to wage war arbitrarily throughout the Nine Provinces in the future, have the Three Sovereigns considered what consequences that would cause?"

The three emperors remained silent. Humanity has indeed received much care from the gods and immortals as it has grown to this point.

Haotian looked at them, his gaze sweeping over the assembled saints, and chuckled: "Fellow Daoists, you may not know, but there's another story about Fire Cloud Cave these past few years."

"Your Majesty..." Fuxi's expression changed, and he looked at Haotian with a trembling voice, his tone pleading, "Your Majesty..."

"Your Majesty, Uncle, we did not mean that." Xuanyuan knelt down immediately, and Shennong also bowed. "Your Majesty, we dare not."

Haotian's lips curled up. Seeing the Three Sovereigns like this, the faces of all the saints darkened. Even Nuwa looked at Fuxi with a serious expression. What leverage did the Heavenly Emperor have over the Fire Cloud Cave that could make the Three Sovereigns so terrified?

One by one, the saints stood up, and an incomparably dense pressure permeated the entire Mi Luo Palace. The three emperors trembled incessantly, and the faces of the saints were all more gloomy than the last.

"Please tell us, Heavenly Emperor, what does the Fire Cloud Cave intend to do that makes the three Sages so nervous?" Houtu said, enunciating each word clearly.

"Withdraw your oppressive aura. For every piece of furniture you damage, you'll have to pay with a Primordial Spiritual Treasure." Haotian spoke slowly, and the saints all sat back down as if air had returned to their seats in the vacuum.

Yuanshi glared at Haotian. What time is it? Why are you still bringing up the things from last time? Didn't I already compensate you?

Ignoring the pleading looks on the three emperors' faces, Haotian slowly spoke: ...