"Uh... That works too."
Hong Yun didn't refuse. As long as there was a reward, he was fine with it.
But the other Great Powers weren't pleased.
This was a chance to become a Saint. Why should it go to Jieyin and Zhunti?
Besides, the two of them were Dao Ancestor's nominal disciples. If they got the Primordial Violet Qi, there'd be one fewer target for the rest of them to fight over.
"Jieyin, Zhunti! Since when has the Primordial Violet Qi been destined for your Western lands?"
Kunpeng slammed the table and jumped to his feet.
He didn't want to be the only one drawing everyone's fire... This Primordial Violet Qi was truly a hot potato!
"Exactly! Even if Daoist Hong Yun is willing to give up the Primordial Violet Qi, we should compete for it fairly!"
"That's right!"
The Great Powers chattered away, none willing to yield.
Just then, Tai Yi let out a cold snort, and the entire Heavenly Marriage ceremony fell silent.
"Today is my elder brother's wedding day. If you wish to fight over this Primordial Violet Qi, you may leave."
Tai Yi's icy gaze swept across the assembly.
The pressure of a late-stage Quasi-Saint Heavenly Emperor, mixed with the awe-inspiring might of the Grand Formation of Stars, made many restless Great Powers stiffen. They instinctively drew in their auras.
Hong Yun stood there, holding the scalding Primordial Violet Qi. He didn't know whether to give it away or keep it, and felt utterly awkward.
Just then, a clear, gentle female voice broke the tense silence:
"Fellow Daoists, how about... using the Red Embroidered Ball in my hand to decide who gets the Primordial Violet Qi?"
Nuwa slowly stepped into the middle of the assembly, her gaze passing over everyone.
Her heart was pounding wildly.