Nuwa was right. This time, he had established the Dao Sect rather than the Human Cult, so he had not occupied the Human Race's Fortune. But whether he possessed the Human Race's Fortune did not matter; as long as he had the Kongtong Seal, that was enough.
The world fell silent, and everyone's gaze turned toward Lu Chen.
At that moment, ownership of the Kongtong Seal in his hand became the crux of the matter.
If the Kongtong Seal fell into Laozi's hands, then with it, he would possess the authority to appoint the Human Race. The Four Ancestors, Fuxi, and the remaining Two Sovereigns and Five Emperors to come would all be unable to escape the fate of house arrest.
But if Laozi did not possess the Kongtong Seal, then everything he said would be empty talk—nothing but farting nonsense.
Feeling everyone's eyes upon him, Lu Chen curled his lips into a faint smile.
"Martial Uncle, I am the Human Race's Holy Father. Favored by the Human Race's Fortune, I am qualified to hold the Kongtong Seal. Leave the affairs of the Human Race to me."
With that, Lu Chen directly took out the Kongtong Seal. The dense Human Race Fortune upon it seemed ready to burst forth.
"Celestial Sovereign Fuxi, since the various tribes of the Human Race have appointed you their common sovereign, you shall spend one hundred years in office seeking a suitable successor. Once you find one, pass down the position of common sovereign. Enter the Martial Temple, receive the Human Race's worship and offerings, and together with the Four Ancestors suppress the Human Race's Fortune. Unless there is a major matter, you may not leave the Martial Temple at will."
As his voice fell, a golden imperial decree appeared in the sky. The Kongtong