And the first ally he chose was none other than the Demon Saint Feng Xi, who, at the end of the Ancient Era, was severely wounded and was now hiding in the Fusang Divine Tree of the East Sea, licking her wounds.
This was an extrely bold and utterly insane choice.
Because everyone knows that Demon Saint Feng Xi has an irreconcilable enmity with the Ancient Heavenly Court.
However, the Thunder God, or perhaps Hao Tian, knew better than anyone that this seemingly arrogant Demon Saint harbored a secret in her heart, a secret she was unwilling to admit even to herself.
In that most distant ancient era, she deeply and secretly admired the Emperor Hao Tian, who single-handedly defeated her and broke all her pride.
It was a kind of complex emotion, full of contradictions and struggles, evolved from the purest heart of "admiring strength."
Then, on a sunny and warm afternoon.
The Thunder God quietly descended upon the last Holy Land belonging to the Demon Clan.
He did not show any hostility, rely standing quietly under the massive Fusang Divine Tree, waiting.
Soon, the Demon Saint Feng Xi, dressed in a Seven-Colored Feather Robe and possessing such breathtaking beauty that even heaven and earth would pale in comparison, appeared before him.
"Thunder God?"
Feng Xi's eyes were filled with vigilance and confusion.
"Why have you co here?"
The Thunder God did not answer her questions and rely looked at her quietly with his purple, emotionless eyes.
Then, an aura of unparalleled ancient, vast, and supre emperor's aura began to slowly rise from his body.
At the mont that aura rose, for the first ti on Feng Xi's always proud and cold face, appeared an expression of disbelief and extre shock.
Her hand holding the Paradise Tree Divine Branch was even slightly trembling.
Because that aura, she was all too familiar with...
"It's you..."
Feng Xi's voice was dry and hoarse, as if she had used all of her strength.
The Thunder God slowly nodded.
He neither admitted nor denied it, rely speaking with a voice full of desolation and fatigue:
"I need your help."
The story that followed unfolded as if it had long been prewritten in a script, occurring naturally.
Hao Tian, using that complex emotion buried in Feng Xi's heart, emotions buried for countless Epochs, "confessed" his "true identity" to her.
He wove a lie full of sadness and unwillingness for her.
He said that the reason he had fallen wasn't due to the defeat at the hands of the myriad immortals but because of the combined sche of Daoist Venerable and The Three Pure Ones.
He said that East Emperor Taiyi, who shared the sa origin as him, had long been corrupted by a Heavenly Dao Monster and had beco a madman who knows only destruction.
He said he needed to borrow Feng Xi's strength to control the now-insane East Emperor and use this as leverage to sow discord in the seemingly unbreakable alliance between Lingbao Tianzun and the Demon Emperor.
Finally, he made a promise to Feng Xi, a promise grand enough to move even her.
——Once he ascends back to his position, reigning over the Three Realms, he would no longer establish a Heavenly Court exclusive to the Divine Dao but rather establish a Myriad Races Heavenly Court co-ruled by gods and demons!
And she, Feng Xi, would be the one standing shoulder to shoulder with him... the Heavenly Empress.
Faced with such a "fallen hero," such "sincere confession," and such a tempting future.
Feng Xi, in the end, chose to believe.
She beca the sharpest and deadliest blade Hao Tian wielded to strike at his enemies.
And Hao Tian's second step of his strategy involved the seemingly aloof and indifferent... Western Two Saints.
On a moonless and windy night.
The Thunder God, all alone, quietly descended upon the Spirit Mountain Holy Realm filled with the sound of Zen chanting.
He did not disturb anyone but directly went to the Eight Treasures rit Pool and t the two Other Shore Great Powers engaged in ditation under the Bodhi Tree.
"Amitabha Buddha."
"Ancient Buddha Bodhi."
The Thunder God slightly bowed to the Two Saints.
"What brings the Thunder God here in the dead of night?"
Amitabha Buddha slowly opened his eyes, his gaze seemingly containing an endless universe rising and falling.
The Thunder God, straightforwardly said:
"I have co to propose a trade with the two of you."
"Oh?"
Ancient Buddha Bodhi showed a hint of interest on his face.
"I wish to request the assistance of both of you in the upcoming Divine Enthronent calamity, to join forces with to suppress Lingbao Tianzun."
Upon hearing this, even the two Other Shore Great Powers, who had long achieved serene minds, couldn't help but be astounded.
"Thunder God, do you know what you are saying?"
"Lingbao Tianzun is one of The Three Pure Ones, a disciple of Pangu's True Sect, backed by the entire Jie Sect, and his power has long reached the Ancient Realm."
"Suppressing him will not be easy."
The Thunder God, however, replied with a confident smile.
"What if I added a Demon Emperor as ancient as him?"
"What if I could guarantee that after suppressing Lingbao, the most powerful Other Shore Level Divine Weapons in his possession would all belong to the two of you?"
"Most importantly..."
The Thunder God looked at the Two Saints, slowly offering up his most crucial bargaining chip, one that no Other Shore power could refuse.
"...I can allow you both, in the impending final calamity, to have a greater chance than anyone else in attaining that supre 'Dao Fruit.'"
The entire Spirit Mountain fell into a dead silence at this mont.
After a long while, Amitabha Buddha and Ancient Buddha Bodhi exchanged a glance.
Finally, they slowly nodded toward the Thunder God.
The deal was struck.
And Hao Tian's second step of his strategy involved the seemingly aloof and indifferent... Western Two Saints.
On a moonless and windy night.
The Thunder God, all alone, quietly descended upon the Spirit Mountain Holy Realm filled with the sound of Zen chanting.
He did not disturb anyone but directly went to the Eight Treasures rit Pool and t the two Other Shore Great Powers engaged in ditation under the Bodhi Tree.
"Amitabha Buddha."
"Ancient Buddha Bodhi."
The Thunder God slightly bowed to the Two Saints.
"What brings the Thunder God here in the dead of night?"
Amitabha Buddha slowly opened his eyes, his gaze seemingly containing an endless universe rising and falling.
The Thunder God, straightforwardly said:
"I have co to propose a trade with the two of you."
"Oh?"
Ancient Buddha Bodhi showed a hint of interest on his face.
"I wish to request the assistance of both of you in the upcoming Divine Enthronent calamity, to join forces with to suppress Lingbao Tianzun."
Upon hearing this, even the two Other Shore Great Powers, who had long achieved serene minds, couldn't help but be astounded.
"Thunder God, do you know what you are saying?"
"Lingbao Tianzun is one of The Three Pure Ones, a disciple of Pangu's True Sect, backed by the entire Jie Sect, and his power has long reached the Ancient Realm."
"Suppressing him will not be easy."
The Thunder God, however, replied with a confident smile.
"What if I added a Demon Emperor as ancient as him?"
"What if I could guarantee that after suppressing Lingbao, the most powerful Other Shore Level Divine Weapons in his possession would all belong to the two of you?"
"Most importantly..."
The Thunder God looked at the Two Saints, slowly offering up his most crucial bargaining chip, one that no Other Shore power could refuse.
"...I can allow you both, in the impending final calamity, to have a greater chance than anyone else in attaining that supre 'Dao Fruit.'"
The entire Spirit Mountain fell into a dead silence at this mont.
After a long while, Amitabha Buddha and Ancient Buddha Bodhi exchanged a glance.
Finally, they slowly nodded toward the Thunder God.
The deal was struck.
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