In truth.
If it had merely been to consolidate his rule, Di Xin would not have needed to go this far.
Quite a few Jie Sect Disciples also held office in Shang.
But the key was that Di Xin yearned for this himself.
He had long wanted to become a disciple of the Interception Sect's Senior Brother.
This occasion had merely provided the opportunity.
Inside the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.
As the great war of the Investiture of the Gods ended.
Haotian instead grew quiet.
His initial joy faded, and reason followed in its wake.
Once a person regained their reason, they often thought of all sorts of unpleasant things.
For instance, the drawbacks that followed his earlier delight.
Although Saint Zhunti had indeed been listed, it was only a portion of his primordial spirit.
Haotian had already realized this.
In other words, even if Zhunti truly received a divine appointment and was nominally subject to his commands.
In practice, how would he dare command him?
After all, the one now on the list was effectively a clone.
His true self was still around!
After thinking it over, Haotian felt that his position was somewhat perilous.
With how petty Zhunti was, the fellow might well dare to make life difficult for him.
The Interception Sect was strong, but...
He, Haotian, was not!
Well...
As he pondered, Haotian felt that he ought to find a powerful thigh to cling to.
He had originally thought Teacher was the thickest thigh of all, but now it seemed.
Someone else had clearly already latched onto that thigh.
And those people were none other than Jieyin and Zhunti.
Since they had latched on, Haotian certainly could not cling to it again.
At the very least, Haotian was not confident that he carried more weight than Saints.