Had Zhunti spoken of anything else, the Saints might not have listened, but what he said today really did make a certain amount of sense.
Although every Saint present wanted sole possession of the Investiture of the Gods List and the God-Striking Whip, as Zhunti had said, none could guarantee that the person bearing the aspect of the Flying Bear would become their disciple. If that person joined another great religion, their losses would be enormous. After all, every Saint, including Yuanshi and Tongtian, had signed the names of quite a few disciples onto the Investiture of the Gods List.
So rather than take a risk and offend the other Saints while fighting over that slim chance, they might as well settle the matter in advance. Regardless of whose disciple the person bearing the Flying Bear aspect became, the Investiture of the Gods List and the God-Striking Whip would ultimately be entrusted to Gungun. That way, even if no one profited, at least none of them would suffer too great a loss.
With that in mind, Laozi nodded first, followed by Yuanshi and Tongtian, and finally Nuwa. Every Saint expressed agreement.
And so the Saints reached a consensus once again, and the struggle that should have taken place dissolved without a trace.
Half a day later, in the Heavenly Court.
After being bored for so long, Gungun decided that things could not continue like this. I, Gungun, the first Iron-Eating Beast between heaven and earth, a mighty Quasi-Saint-how could I keep sitting around doing nothing?
I must work hard! I must strive!
And so, for once in its life, it began to cultivate. At that moment, it was leisurely practicing a fist routine in the open space outside the Heavenly Emperor Palace. What routine?
Taiji Fist!
"Shuffle the tiles,