A year passed in the blink of an eye.
Within the Purple Sky Palace,
the saints gathered there once again.
Unlike before, this time Xuan Du had arrived, holding the Kongtong Seal.
Although he had yet to enter the Saint Realm, as the Human Dao's representative, the discussion would have been meaningless without him.
Qian Kun sat high atop the cloud platform, his gaze sweeping over the assembled saints one by one.
"Since everyone is here, let us begin. With the revival of the Human Dao and the emergence of its authority, we should establish the Three Human Emperors and revere the Five Emperors, thereby affirming the Human Race as the protagonist of Hong Huang."
The moment Qian Kun finished speaking, Zhunti's sobs rang out. As a traditional performance, none of the saints were surprised. They all wore expressions that said they had known this would happen.
"Teacher, our Western Sect has suffered! The West was already left barren by the war between immortals and demons. We can accept being excluded from the Heavenly Court's divine offices, but the teachers of the Three Human Emperors are clearly fated to be connected to me. You cannot chill our hearts again~"
After Zhunti finished, Nu Wa, Hou Tu, and the others all looked at Qian Kun with expressions of spectators watching a show.
Everyone knew that the West's barrenness had been caused by Qian Kun. The war between immortals and demons was the pain of his life, and Zhunti kept poking at that sore spot again and again.
Sure enough, Qian Kun's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
"Hmph! Why don't you say that the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors are all fated to be connected to your Western Sect?" Lord Yuanshi's words gave Qian Kun an opening