Qian Daoliu had been deeply worried as he listened to everyone's discussion. He hadn't expected that even with the Tricycle God being so sacred, it still couldn't overpower the God of Shit and Piss.
Now, hearing that someone seemed to have a different opinion, his worry immediately turned to joy. "Tell us! Please, hurry and tell us! Whatever you want to say, speak your mind!"
The drinker immediately laughed at that. "Haha, what I wanted to say is that, compared to the Tricycle God and the God of Shit and Piss, I support His Highness the Holy Son becoming the God Who Holds Up the Heavens even more! That day, His Highness the Holy Son held up the heavens with a single pillar, standing unshakable as a mountain in that pot of whale rubber. That sight left an extremely deep impression on me!"
"And it was precisely because the Holy Son stripped his way to sainthood that the stigma of the Great Enshrined's impotence could be washed away, and we could discover that His Highness the Holy Son was actually a true saint of enlightened righteousness and unparalleled filial devotion!"
"Ohhhh, when you put it that way, His Highness the Holy Son really could be called the God Who Holds Up the Heavens!"
The onlookers from Spirit City couldn't help agreeing. Quite a few of them had seen His Highness the Holy Son leap into the pot of whale rubber. "I still can't forget that scene. The Holy Son was clearly so young, yet for his grandfather, who was deeply troubled by rumors of impotence, he stripped his way to sainthood and leaped into that scalding pot of whale rubber. Though ten million stood against him, still he would go! That fearless spirit was simply too moving!"
"Wait, what the hell is the God Who Holds Up the Heavens... uh, holding up the heavens with a single pillar? No, no, no, no! How could such a vulgar divine name be worthy of my grandson?!"
Qian Daoliu froze at the drinker's words. He hadn't expected that the man supported neither the Tricycle God nor the God of Shit and Piss, but some God Who Holds Up the Heavens instead.
He stood stunned for quite a while before he reacted, and his face immediately darkened. What God Who Holds Up the Heavens? It was simply a divine name every bit as vulgar as the God of Shit and Piss.
He was furious. "Don't you damn well stir up trouble! My grandson is a high-tier god like the Tricycle God! He absolutely, absolutely, absolutely isn't some low-tier god like the God of Shit and Piss or the God Who Holds Up the Heavens!"
"Oho, you've got a good eye~ You actually noticed I could also be the God Who Holds Up the Heavens!"
Qian Renxing brightened at that. "Of course, I still like the divine name God of Shit and Piss more, but what god I become in the end will still depend on everyone! Whether it's the God of Shit and Piss, the Tricycle God, or the God Who Holds Up the Heavens, they're all my divine names. From now on, I am the Tricycle God of 'three begets all things,' the God Who Holds Up the Heavens of 'a single pillar holds up the heavens,' and, even more, the God of Shit and Piss of 'the Dao lies in shit and piss'!"
"Ohhhh, does His Highness the Holy Son actually possess such boldness? Rather than settling on a single divine name, he's letting us choose for ourselves and believe for ourselves?"
Tears immediately filled the eyes of the Spirit City onlookers. "To think His Highness the Holy Son possesses such grandeur of spirit! That's right, it's His Highness the Holy Son we support. As long as we're supporting His Highness the Holy Son, any divine name will do!"
"Ohhhh, Your Highness the Holy Son, we'll support you forever! No matter what god you are, we'll support you!!"
The six Enshrined also began streaming with tears. His Highness the Holy Son's heart was simply too vast, as though it could embrace the entire world.
"Hahahaha, I'm not as great as you make me out to be~"
Qian Renxing said happily, "Actually, I still like the divine name God of Shit and Piss more. I am a little biased! So I'm going to compose a hymn for the God of Shit and Piss~"
"Ohhhh, a hymn from His Highness the Holy Son himself?"
Everyone couldn't help freezing at that. They hadn't expected to have such an honor.
Moreover, the Holy Son's frank admission that he favored the God of Shit and Piss didn't inspire the slightest dislike in them. Instead, they admired him even more-he clearly had a preference in his heart, yet he still accepted divine names like the Tricycle God and the God Who Holds Up the Heavens. Was this the breadth of His Highness the Holy Son's heart?!
"Ahem, here comes the song~"
Qian Renxing cleared his throat. It had to be said that he truly was a born singer. His voice was absolutely heavenly.
He took a microphone-like sound-transmitting Soul Tool out of his Space Soul Tool and immediately began singing. "Starting today, I'll use the toilet on my own~ Mommy and Daddy, don't you underestimate me~ The God of Shit and Piss teaches me the secrets of using the toilet~ I can't wait, I need to use the toilet~"
"Wait, Xiao Xing, what are you singing with that heavenly voice of yours?!"
Qian Daoliu had initially felt a little anticipation when he heard his dim-witted grandson clear his throat, but once he heard what his grandson was singing, he completely lost his composure.
He hurriedly pleaded in distress, "Can this kind of idiotic song really be a hymn? Stop, Xiao Xing, stop! Consider it Grandpa begging you, all right? Don't sing anymore! Even if you want to sing, sing it at home! There are too many people here. Grandpa's old face really can't take it, boohoo..."
Before Qian Daoliu could say much more, Mighty Lion Douluo clamped a hand over his mouth. He couldn't help looking at Lion indignantly, signaling with his eyes, Just you wait! Just you wait!!
"Ah, big brother, can't you feel even a little of the sacred meaning within this hymn?"
Lion looked utterly innocent. He only felt that his dear big brother was like an idiot with no appreciation, shouting while the Holy Son sang his hymn. If that wasn't making trouble, what was?
He hurriedly said, "Big brother, listen! What a sacred hymn! Listen with your heart to this innocent, simple hymn. This is undoubtedly another miracle!"
"Don't eat while using the toilet~ Save paper while using the toilet~ Don't play with toys while using the toilet~ Flush when you're finished~"
Qian Renxing's hymn reached Qian Daoliu's ears just like that. His clear child's voice was like the cry of a young phoenix, but when Qian Daoliu realized what his grandson was singing, he truly couldn't keep his composure. Wasn't this just an idiotic song?
Wait, perhaps this sort of idiotic song would be very popular among children?
No, no, no, no! Was that supposed to be a good thing?!
Qian Daoliu didn't dare imagine how wildly popular this simple, catchy, pleasant-sounding idiotic song would become among children if it spread. Wouldn't every single child be able to learn it?
If children who had sung this hymn about using the toilet on their own from an early age were allowed to grow up, he simply couldn't imagine how fervent faith in the God of Shit and Piss would become!
As soon as the hymn ended, the entire crowd erupted.
"Ohhhh, the Holy Son's hymn is too sacred! We'll forever support you in becoming the God of Shit and Piss!!"
"Your Highness the Holy Son, sing it again! Hearing a hymn like this once isn't enough. I want to hear it a second, third, fourth time... I wouldn't get tired of it even if I listened forever!"
"Young master, with this hymn, you will forever be the God of Shit and Piss! Sacred, it's too sacred!"
Tears filled the eyes of many onlookers, and they were so excited they couldn't contain themselves. Listening to this hymn, they felt as though even their souls had been purified.