Laozi, Yuanshi, and The Two Sages of the West all showed delight on their faces. Only Nuwa remained indifferent, seemingly uninterested in the matter.
As for Tongtian—
He had understood everything the moment Hongjun transmitted his message, so he naturally remained unruffled now.
"Reporting to Master, this disciple has a disciple named Guangchengzi."
Yuanshi rose and bowed. His respectful tone carried a hint of eagerness. "This child possesses deep foundations and abundant fortune. He is fit to be a candidate for Heavenly Emperor."
Before his words had even faded, he had put forward his prized disciple.
As Saints, how could they not know that whoever took charge of the Heavenly Court would be blessed with the great fortune of the Primordial Wilderness?
Even if he could not attain the Primordial Chaos Dao in the future, he could at least become a Sub-Saint powerhouse comparable to Dijun of old.
Moreover, the Heavenly Court had numerous offices. Barring mishap, anyone holding a high position could step into the Quasi-Saint realm.
Who would not be tempted by such an opportunity?
"Reporting to Master, this disciple has Daoxuan within my sect..."
"This disciple's Yaoshi and Maitreya can also undertake the role..."
Laozi, Zhunti, and Jieyin promptly spoke up as well, each recommending their own disciples.
For a time, the Purple Heaven Palace rang with overlapping voices, as noisy as a marketplace, utterly devoid of a Saint's dignity.
Hongjun's brow twitched, and a cold glint flashed through his eyes. At last, he shouted in a deep voice:
"Silence! You are all Saints. What sort of behavior is this, bickering and clamoring so loudly?!"
The hall abruptly fell silent.
After a pause, he turned to Tongtian, who had remained seated in silence all along, and asked blandly:
"Fellow Daoist Tongtian, what do you think?"
The moment