Within Purple Sky Palace, there had originally been several hundred people, yet it had fallen completely silent. Not a single person spoke.
Although they did not know what the Investiture of the Gods was, after hearing Hongjun Old Fool mention the three hundred and sixty-five Proper Gods of the Heavenly Court, they could guess.
It was clearly meant to find subordinates for that Haotian brat.
At present, although Jade Emperor Haotian was the ruler of the Heavenly Court, he had... very few subordinates.
Especially now that the Saint Era had arrived, and all living beings in the Prehistoric World could become saints!
Forget the older generation of saints—even newly advanced saints would not submit to the Jade Emperor. After all, they were all saints. What the hell was a quasi-saint like him acting so smug about??
And now? They actually wanted our clansmen or disciples to enter the Investiture of the Gods and become subordinates of that Haotian brat?? To obey his arrangements???
Impossible!! Absolutely impossible!!
"What? Why is everyone staying silent?" Chen Tian asked as he sat boredly on his cloud bed.
The saints: You don't need any disciples to enter the Investiture of the Gods, of course you can speak!
"Ancestor Master, I have a question." Chen Tian looked at Hongjun.
"Go ahead." Hongjun nodded.
"The great tribulation arose because the various races, or their disciples, incurred the killing tribulation, right?" Chen Tian asked with a stretch.
"That is indeed so." Hongjun nodded again.
"Then the great tribulation must be weathered among the human race, right?" The corners of Chen Tian's lips lifted slightly.
"If the saints do not fill the Investiture of the Gods, then they will inevitably have to experience it among the human race. I once calculated that the great tribulation will be weathered several