At Hongjun's words, Haotian and Yaochi's expressions froze, leaving them utterly embarrassed.
How could they fail to hear Hongjun's implication that their strength was insufficient, that they could never control an existence like Gu Changqing?
The Four Saints also exchanged glances, silently pondering.
Indeed, they had all witnessed Gu Changqing's strength and methods firsthand.
Even if he signed the Investiture of the Gods List, it would probably be difficult to truly restrain him.
One could even say that Gu Changqing's inclusion on the list would be no blessing for the Heavenly Court.
After all, that brat had defied heaven time and again.
Who could guarantee that, once he entered the Heavenly Court, he would not suddenly erupt, depose Haotian and Yaochi outright, and take command himself?!
If that happened, would the Profound Gate not be inviting a wolf into its own home and becoming the greatest laughingstock of all time?
Moreover, as the Dao Ancestor, Hongjun clearly had deeper considerations.
Though Haotian felt unwilling to accept it, he dared not say anything more.
After all, neither Hongjun's authority nor his strength was something he could question.
He could only lower his head and say respectfully:
"Yes. Your wisdom is supreme, Lord Dao Ancestor. Haotian failed to consider this thoroughly."
Only then did Hongjun slowly withdraw his gaze, paying Haotian no further attention.
He knew full well that once the Investiture of the Gods Measureless Calamity began, there would be no turning back.
And although Gu Changqing could not be placed on the list now, who could say what the future held?
His gaze was profound, as though it pierced the barriers of space and time, its meaning unfathomable.
Without realizing it, Hongjun turned his gaze toward the Human World Realm.
More precisely, he looked upon the current state of humanity.