Hearing the thunderous cries rising from below and feeling the merit within its body instantly increase by nearly forty percent, Gungun's face twitched violently.
If it had a choice, it still preferred the title of Great God. Witch Scribe really made it picture the bizarre sight of itself wearing a wizard's robe and hat, with a staff in its paw.
"Phew..." It took a deep breath and shook its head, trying hard to banish that image. Then Gungun raised both paws and withdrew the magical power circulating around its body.
With the merit it had now accumulated, if it devoted all of it to cultivation, it could surely break through the Great Luo barrier in one fell swoop, sever its benevolent corpse, and attain the exalted rank of quasi-saint. But...
Gungun was unwilling.
Compared to strength, it valued merit itself more!
With merit, no matter what happened in the future, it would always have a way out. As for having strength but no merit, the leaders of the three races were the best examples.
After remaining in the air for a while to steady its breathing, Gungun descended from the sky and flew back into Mount Buzhou.
After today's events, it understood that it had made a name for itself in the Primordial World. From now on... it probably could not face anyone for at least a hundred thousand years. The bear that taught dancing. I... sigh!
Meanwhile, in the Demon Master Palace of the Heavenly Court.
Kunpeng stared toward Mount Buzhou, his face utterly expressionless. He felt humiliated.
That fat bear had actually become the Witch Scribe!
The Witch Race and the Demon Race enjoyed equal renown and were currently the strongest powers in the Primordial World. One ruled the heavens, the other the earth, so the Demon