Fuxi was convinced.
It wasn't that Ji Changsheng was particularly persuasive.
It was truly that Ji Changsheng left him no choice.
"Even if I don't agree, you would do it anyway, right?"
"Of course, I must become a Saint, otherwise, the rest of the Human race will have no hope. Once I become a Saint, the conflict between Pangu and Hong Jun will inevitably intensify, and the Six Saints will certainly be drawn into it. Battles at this level, even if the shockwaves reach the Human race, they cannot withstand it. So, shifting to another battlefield is the best option."
Ji Changsheng pointed at himself and said proudly, "Uncle, you should understand my power. Wherever I ascend in my cultivation base stage, that stage will flow with rivers of blood. Peace is impossible, and under my influence, there will inevitably be constant wars between Saints."
Fuxi was at a loss for words: "You don't have to be so arrogant."