"This is outrageous! You want the horse to run, but won't let it eat grass! Besides, you and I are the same. You think you're allowed to do it, but I'm not? You're just begging for a beating!" Gungun grumbled as he walked from the Hall of Fate back to the Heavenly Emperor Palace.
Indeed, Shaochen had ascended from the Human Race. Although he was now a Heavenly God, he still considered himself human at heart. He had no objection to Heavenly Gods governing the Primordial World and protecting mortal beings, thereby earning merit and a share of fortune. But whenever something momentous was about to happen among the Human Race, a crowd of immortals would try every possible means to stick a foot in and reap the benefits. That gave him quite a headache.
Gungun sending his divided soul into the Human Race this time was just such a case.
His reaction was already fairly mild. After all, Gungun was the Heavenly Emperor, as well as the big boss who had supported the Youxiong Tribe for well over a hundred thousand years. So he had only protested a little, without much force in either his attitude or his tone. Had it been another immortal or deity, he probably would not have shown them a pleasant face.
Yet when Gungun told him to descend to the mortal world and unify the Human Race, he saw no problem with it.
Perhaps, deep down, he still considered himself human. Although his racial affiliation was now recorded in the divine register, and his outlook, habits, and even his values differed from those of mortals, he still felt he was human. Since he was human, it was only right for him to accomplish great things among the Human Race. There was nothing wrong with