Pot Saint Tongtian, Sub-Saint Emperor Yu! Tongtian: "..."
What the hell was all this?
I didn't know anything!
Jieyin hurriedly patted Zhunti's chest to calm him down. "Don't be angry, Junior Brother. Let's not get angry."
"Senior Brother Tongtian, you too. Since your Jie Sect had already set its sights on this Human Sovereign, why didn't you say so earlier? My junior brother got excited for nothing."
"Look how angry you made my junior brother. Nothing short of an Innate Spiritual Treasure will make him feel better."
Zhunti shakily raised two fingers. "Two!"
Tongtian: "..."
Nuwa smiled faintly, her expression teasing as she glanced at Tongtian before turning her gaze back to Cangyuan in the center of the Human Race.
Primordial Lord of Heaven's expression was equally grim. He snorted coldly, deeply displeased. "Third Brother, what a scheme. Of the Three Sovereigns, Five Emperors, and Emperor Yu, your Jie Sect alone has claimed five."
As the saying went, people feared inequality more than scarcity.
There was only so much the Saints could compete over.
Destiny, merit, reputation.
And now, in this era of the Three Sovereigns, Five Emperors, and Emperor Yu, Tongtian's Jie Sect had directly devoured more than half of it all!
Meanwhile, his Chan Sect had received only a single position as Master of the Human Sovereign.
And it was fucking poisoned.
Primordial Lord of Heaven looked at Tongtian again and saw the man stuffing himself full, his mouth dripping with grease, while wearing an innocent expression that said, I don't know anything. I'm blameless. How could he not be furious?
Primordial Lord of Heaven: Who the hell are you trying to fool?
The other Saints were displeased with Tongtian as well.
Saints were not solitary figures.
The disciples under them needed to "eat" too.
They were all