As Haotian finished his sacrificial proclamation to heaven and earth.
Five-colored auspicious clouds of the Heavenly Dao arrived, a hundred beasts cried out in unison, immortal lotuses sprang from the earth, and all manner of auspicious signs poured forth.
Merit from the Heavenly Dao formed a rain of merit that descended toward the altar.
Haotian was instantly overjoyed.
It had worked, just as he had hoped. Judging by the sheer scale of this merit, the benefits would undoubtedly be plentiful.
He just did not know whether it would be enough for him to attain Sainthood.
Just as he nervously imagined himself becoming a Saint.
A vast portion of the merit cloud suddenly split off and drifted toward Wang Shi.
Everyone's expression changed. Clearly, in the Heavenly Dao's judgment, Wang Shi's contribution surpassed Haotian's, so the share allotted to him accounted for well over half.
Haotian gave a bitter chuckle. It was just as he had expected. The Heavenly Dao had always been fair. As someone merely picking the peaches others had grown, how could he possibly scoop up all that merit so easily?
The credit belonged to whoever had earned it. No one could steal it away.
Wang Shi, however, burst out laughing.
"Merit is of little use to me. Thank you, Great Dao, for your favor."
"Since today marks Haotian's enthronement, I shall offer my merit as a congratulatory gift. I hope the Heavenly Dao will permit it."
His words sent everyone into an uproar.
So merit could actually be given as a congratulatory gift. More importantly, this gesture was simply too magnificent.
He was giving away so much merit without a second thought. But the real question was, did the Heavenly Dao listen to reason? Why would it heed one person's request?
Yet the supposedly unreasonable Heavenly Dao