Gu Changqing was not surprised in the slightest.
After all, his memories of two lifetimes made the situation perfectly clear to him.
The founding of the Heavenly Court and the emergence of Haotian and Yaochi were ordained by the heavenly mandate.
Beyond that, however, a barely perceptible solemnity appeared in Gu Changqing's eyes.
Naturally, he was not wary of Haotian and Yaochi's strength.
Indeed, following Hongjun had allowed Haotian and Yaochi to reach the quasi-saint realm.
Yet the gulf between them and Gu Changqing was as vast as that between clouds and mud.
It was no exaggeration to say that a single strike from Gu Changqing would suffice to crush both of them to death without any suspense.
His reaction stemmed from his knowledge that the founding of the Heavenly Court also meant the future Investiture of the Gods measureless calamity would gradually begin to unfold.
After all, that calamity arose because the Twelve Golden Immortals had incurred the tribulations of the mortal world, while Haotian had tearfully complained that the Heavenly Court had no one to employ.
Thus, Hongjun had summoned all the sages to sign the so-called Investiture of the Gods List, drawing the sages' disciples into the calamity.
At this thought, Gu Changqing looked toward the Heavenly Court, his gaze growing deeper and more laden with meaning.
"Heh... though I could rewrite the course of the Witch-Demon Tribulation..."
"Still... hic... how will the Investiture of the Gods measureless calamity turn out?!"
He murmured to himself.
Had anyone else heard those words, they would surely have stared in astonishment, their jaws dropping.
After all, when had Gu Changqing's plans and schemes ever failed?!
Yet Gu Changqing dared not grow careless.
The Dragon-Han Tribulation and the Witch-Demon Tribulation of the past had indeed been terrifying.
Nevertheless, neither had drawn