The Investiture of the Gods was about to begin, and Hongjun had offered favorable terms.
But Lin Changsheng had ideas of his own.
"Once this Investiture of the Gods begins, the Human Race is destined to flourish. That is an unchangeable fact."
"Yet for certain reasons, the Human Race's prosperity has already exceeded the calculations of both the Heavenly Dao and you, Dao Ancestor."
"So, on the surface, this Investiture of the Gods involves several sects and fills the Heavenly Court's positions for official gods."
"In truth, however, it is a matter of laying plans within the Human Race."
"So my terms are simple."
"Since this is a Tribulation that will sweep across the Primordial Wilderness,"
"the Human Race, the Human Religion, the Chan School, the Interception Sect, the Heavenly Court, the Earthly Dao, and Changsheng Heaven must all participate."
"As for how much each gains, that will depend entirely on their own abilities."
Lin Changsheng said.
Hongjun frowned.
This would indeed allow the Investiture of the Gods to proceed according to plan.
But the outcome might not go as he wished.
The scale of this Investiture of the Gods far exceeded his imagination.
Even he, a Heavenly Dao Saint, could not divine it.
But it was also a tremendous gamble.
If his schemes succeeded this time,
then both the Human Race and the Earthly Dao would fall under his control.
"Everyone in Changsheng Heaven cultivates the Great Dao. Any disciple you send out would probably be more than a match for the Mystic Gate's second generation."
Hongjun spoke calmly.
"You can rest assured on that point."
"Changsheng Heaven will not send out a single disciple."
"All I want is a sliver of Origin from those disciples caught in the killing tribulation."
Lin Changsheng said.
The Interception Sect and the