"Master, what a schemer you are! We were all deceived." Tongtian shot up from his throne and stared fixedly below. The number of Saints was decreed by the heavens; it was not something that could simply increase because someone wanted it to. Guanyin and Ksitigarbha had made Great Vows and amassed tremendous Merit, working diligently all this time, yet they had not even been able to become Buddhas. How could they possibly become Saints?
Countless mighty figures throughout the world had striven for it, yet not a single one had succeeded before or after the Investiture of the Gods. Why? Because it was fate. It was Heavenly Will. Saints were like the top officials of a region. Had anyone ever seen a country with more than a dozen leaders? If there were no limit to how many such leaders could be added, that would be utterly ridiculous.
Since ancient times, there had only been so many Saints. Even Hongjun could not simply add more, because as the Heavenly Dao Incarnation, all his slots had already been used. A CEO only had so many managers beneath him; that was fixed. But what was happening now?
Hearing Tongtian's words, Hongjun had grievances he could not voice. Qin Fen was clearly messing with Lu Ya. Why had this landed on his head? Why am I catching stray fire while lying down? He could not understand it, and neither could those below. They had only one thought in their minds: Hongjun had deceived them.
Damn it, this was a matter of credibility.
I really didn't! Hongjun stared blankly at the automatically popped-up message in the backend.
"You're lying." Even Lord Lao thought so.
I don't even want to explain! Hongjun was speechless. Even an explanation would be useless, because the Foundation of Dao Attainment