The Great God was truly incredible. He had actually foreseen events so many years in the future, and they even concerned Saints.
Zhenyuanzi was still utterly bewildered, wondering when Hongyun had become so competitive. So many people were fighting over that final seat, yet Hongyun still dared to take it.
However, as the Primordial World's foremost pair of best friends, Zhenyuanzi naturally supported his brother and stood guard directly beside him.
"How outrageous! One of these six cushions should rightfully belong to the Demon Clan!" Di Jun roared.
"Indeed." Tai Yi held the Chaos Bell, his expression stern. He was clearly prepared to seize one by force.
"Fuxi and Nuwa are both members of the Demon Clan. Could it be that only the two of you are allowed to sit in Demon Clan seats?" Zhurong sneered.
The remaining nine Ancestral Witches stood in front of them. If it were up to the Twelve Ancestral Witches, they would have occupied all six cushions and seen who dared object.
But that would have been going too far. Occupying the seats without using them would likely displease Hongjun as well.
"You Ancestral Witches cultivate only your bodies, not your primordial spirits. Occupying seats would be a waste," Yuanshi said.
The three seats occupied by Dijiang, Xuan Ming, and Houtu should have belonged to the three brothers.
Kunpeng stared at Hongyun. That seat was clearly the one he had set his sights on, yet Hongyun had beaten him to it. He was deeply unwilling to accept it.
"Hongyun, will you give it up yourself, or shall I drive you down?" Kunpeng snorted coldly.
At this point, Zhenyuanzi seemed to realize something. The Great God who had traded Ginseng Fruit with them had apparently told Hongyun to stay away from Kunpeng.
Kunpeng was likely destined