"Fellow Daoists, what is this?"
Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi arrived at Zhou Mountain at a leisurely pace. Seeing the large crowd before them, they were somewhat bewildered.
Before Zhen Yuanzi could finish his question, the Formation before them suddenly collapsed. Seven-colored radiance and starlight flashed, and a Gourd Vine appeared before everyone.
The crowd instantly erupted, surrounding the Gourd Vine from all sides.
"Fellow Daoists, it seems everyone has arrived. Why don't we discuss how to divide these gourds?"
Di Jun looked at the seven gourds hanging from the Gourd Vine. He knew that no side could claim them all; only a fair distribution could prevent a great battle.
"How should they be divided? There are so many of us here, yet only seven gourds."
At that moment, Kunpeng's voice suddenly rang out from behind. East King Duke, Ming He, Kunpeng, Queen Mother of the West, Zhunti, and other great powers had all been drawn here by the gathering on Zhou Mountain.
"If that is the case, then let us follow the order of arrival. We Three Pure Ones were the first to discover this place. The gourds are fated with us, so each of us shall take one."
"Fellow Daoist, aren't you being too greedy? If you take three, how are the rest of us supposed to divide them? The Western Lands are poor!"
The moment Laozi finished speaking, Zhunti objected. These gourds clearly looked extraordinary. If he could bring two back to the Western Lands, this journey to hear the Dao would have been immensely profitable.
"Scram! You two shameless fools, this is not your Western Lands. What does the distribution of spiritual treasures have to do with you? If you want to cry, go back to the Western Lands and cry there."
Tai Yi had long