Seeing the faint fortune of all races around Hao, everyone understood that no one was more suited to the position of Heavenly Emperor than him.
Moreover, all that fortune had been cultivated by him bit by bit.
When Hao learned that Wu Chu had summoned him to succeed to the position of Heavenly Emperor, he was somewhat dumbfounded. Staring blankly, he said, "Senior Brother, are you joking with me? Considering all you have done for the Primordial World, if we are talking about qualifications, who could possibly be more qualified than you?"
When Jieyin and Zhunti heard this, they smiled and nodded, giving him their wholehearted approval. Great minds thought alike, after all!
Wu Chu merely smiled and asked Hao, "Are you confident that you will attain the Dao and become a Saint in the future?"
Hao froze for a moment before finally revealing a bitter smile. "Senior Brother is joking again."
"I am confident."
"..."
That single sentence, "I am confident," left Hao utterly speechless. Of course, Hao had never possessed much of a temper before Wu Chu, his senior brother.
From childhood to adulthood, aside from admiration, all he felt for Wu Chu, his senior brother, was admiration.
It was precisely because of Wu Chu's confidence that his junior brothers and sisters, the Saints, did not dare underestimate this senior brother who had yet to attain the Dao and become a Saint.
Now that their senior brother had put forward this junior brother, although they did not share particularly deep feelings with him, there was still some fellowship between senior and junior disciples.
Compared to others, they were naturally more inclined toward this junior brother.
The current Saints were not merely the original six Saints from the Primordial World's myths.
In the original myths, the six Saints all