Hu Le's words made Zhulong's face turn ugly.
He came here this time to try and persuade Hu Le.
In any case, whether Hu Le himself wanted to be the emperor or supported Di Jun to ascend the throne, it was fine with him.
But to everyone's surprise, Hu Le himself was unwilling, and while rejecting Di Jun, he also pushed Zi Wei forward.
Not only did they promote Ziwei, but they also tried to persuade him to support Ziwei's rise to power.
this……
He felt that if he really did that, the little prestige he had left in the Protoss might be completely lost overnight.
“You… never mind, Ziwei is still too young. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future, so why rush things now…”
What else could Zhulong say but give a perfunctory reply? He knew that this time, it would probably be difficult to achieve his goal.
Seeing that Zhulong looked somewhat gloomy, Hu Le couldn't help but offer a suggestion.
"Senior, instead of being busy with the throne of the Heavenly Emperor, you should think of a way to break through to the Hunyuan realm. Only by becoming a Hunyuan Saint can you prove that the Dao attainment method of our God Clan is no worse than that of the Xuanmen."
Otherwise, once the Xuanmen produces a second or third Hunyuan, the situation of the God Race will likely become increasingly dire.
It's even possible that some like-minded individuals might succumb to the allure of the Xuanmen and join them, at which point the Divine Race might very well disintegrate.
Upon hearing this, Zhulong's expression instantly turned ugly.
Hu Le's words directly hit the spot that he was most worried about.
But when he thought of the Primordial Dao Fruit, he shook his head inwardly. After so many years of cultivation, he had not even managed to completely sever all nine Dao Fruits, let alone achieve the Primordial Dao Fruit.
In other words, he controlled the River of Destiny, which allowed him to remain above the gods and maintain the dignity of his divine ancestors.
"well……"
He sighed deeply, "I understand what you're saying, but this Hunyuan... alas! How difficult it is!"
He had lost all interest in persuading Hu Le and stood up to leave.
However, through this meeting, he realized from Hu Le's attitude that he probably couldn't rely on this junior for the affairs of the gods in the future.
This is what disappointed him the most.
Given Hu Le's current level of cultivation and power, he couldn't force him to do anything, and he couldn't even utter a harsh word.
"So be it! So be it! It seems I will return empty-handed this time."
Zhulong stood up, sighed, and walked outside.
"Hehe... It is indeed the junior's fault, I will have to disappoint the senior."
Hu Le did not try to stop him, but instead smiled and saw Zhulong off to the outside of the palace.
After the old candle dragon left, Hu Le snorted and turned back into the hall.
Does this old man not know about his feud with Di Jun? He even wants to persuade him to support Di Jun to become that damned emperor. That's just wishful thinking.
Let alone Di Jun, even if it were anyone else, they wouldn't be able to get past him.
After all, once someone becomes the emperor, they will inevitably try every means to seize control of the Heavenly Court; otherwise, what kind of emperor would they be?
Wouldn't this pose a tremendous threat to his control of the Heavenly Court?
Therefore, whoever becomes the Emperor will inevitably clash with him.
To expect him to support someone else becoming emperor like that? Is Zhulong still dreaming?
In his mind, it would be best if the throne of the emperor remained vacant.
As for the future of the Protoss, well, their decline is already destined by fate, and no human effort can reverse it.
Even a saint like Hongjun Laozu probably couldn't ensure the long-lasting prosperity of the gods, let alone anyone else.
Moreover, he felt particularly sorry for Taiichi and his wife at that moment.
In the past, after their failed attempt to attain enlightenment, the couple made a desperate attack that severely injured Hongjun Laozu. Wasn't it all to buy some time for the gods, hoping that the gods would take this opportunity to produce another saint who could stand up and rival Hongjun Laozu?
But so much time has passed, and yet no one from the divine race has successfully attained the Primordial Chaos Realm.
Therefore, the decline of the gods was deserved...
Hu Le didn't take the matter to heart. He returned to the hall and quickly entered a state of cultivation, continuing to comprehend the Great Dao of Space.
What is the Emperor compared to the importance of his own Dao?
However, he did not cultivate for long before he had to interrupt his practice again.
The reason was simply an invitation from the Sun Palace.
The invitation was very simple and straightforward; it was merely an announcement that a divine assembly would be held in the Sun Palace a year from now, and that he was invited to attend.
The signatures on the invitations were from Di Jun, Zhu Long, and the siblings Fu Xi.
After dismissing the demon messenger, Hu Le toyed with the invitation, a cold smile creeping onto his face. This Di Jun really hasn't given up on his wicked intentions!
However, he was not about to let Dijun succeed so easily.
Moreover, in the past, every major conference of the gods was held in the Heavenly Court, but this time the conference was held directly in the Sun Palace.
Who are they trying to annoy?
...
After some time, Hu Le calculated with his fingers and realized that the day of the Divine Clan Assembly was approaching. He then prepared several magical treasures and ordered the boy in blue to bring his mount.
Hu Le hung the cosmic light chart on the ox's horns, then got up and climbed onto the ox's back.
"Let's go."
At Hu Le's command, the white ox's four hooves created clouds, and it strode towards the primordial starry sky beyond the heavens.
Soon after, Hu Le arrived deep into the starry sky. He could see that he only needed to pass through the next two star regions to reach the Sun Star.
Hu Le suddenly seemed to sense something and ordered the white ox to stop.
Just as the white ox stopped, a dozen or so clusters of spiritual light suddenly flew rapidly from the depths of the starry sky ahead.
Hu Le looked at the spiritual lights and sneered inwardly, quietly waiting for them to approach.
In the blink of an eye, the spiritual light stopped a few feet away, the radiance faded, and more than a dozen familiar figures walked out from it.
They are Dijiang, Jumang, Gonggong, Zhurong...
Upon seeing the group of twelve, Hu Le couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.
"Xuanxiang! This road is blocked. You should return to the Heavenly Court." Jumang stepped forward and, without wasting any words, bluntly shouted.
Hu Le urged the white ox forward and laughed, "So it's you again! You have quite the nerve to block my way. It seems you haven't learned your lesson yet."
"Bah! You only managed to act tough for a short time because of the Chaos Bell. Did you really think you were invincible just because you have a supreme innate treasure?" Jumang sneered.
Speaking of the Chaos Bell, the others gritted their teeth inwardly.
This junior used to humiliate them several times by relying on the Chaos Bell, and they had long wanted to get their revenge...
"Are you all blocking my way today to settle things once and for all?" Hu Le asked with a smile.
Zhu Jiuyin stepped forward and said coldly, "That's not the case. We can settle our scores later. I'm here today to stop you because I'm doing this on someone else's behalf."
"Oh? Who is it? Which fellow Daoist has such a grand gesture as to request everyone's assistance?" Hu Le asked curiously...
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