Six Sage Seats Send Three Thousand Cultivators into a Frenzy! The Cute Baby Only Wants Teppanyaki!
"Now that the sermon is finished, let us discuss the attainments."
"Within this Zixiao Palace, there are six sacred positions, which should be given to those with Those with Destiny."
These two sentences from Hongjun Daozu floated lightly from his lips.
But it exploded within the silent Zixiao Palace!
The three thousand powerful beings from the Primordial World, who were still dumbfounded by the magical scene of "Sage cooking and Cute Baby eating", all shuddered when they heard the words "six saints".
Hungry?
Greedy?
That's nothing!
What Chaos Star Dao Fruit, what Thunder Punishment Immortal Ribs, what Iron Plate Octopus—before the word "Sainthood," they all become trash!
The eyes of all the powerful beings instantly turned red!
That was a blood-red color, a mixture of greed, desire, ambition, and madness!
Three thousand gazes simultaneously locked onto the very front of the main hall—six futons emitting a faint purple light!
Holy Throne!
The position of an immortal and indestructible Sage!
An indestructible being Words Manifest Reality law, an unparalleled being who governs the Heavenly Way!
Hongjun Daozu said, "There are six such positions here!"
What does that mean?
This means that six lucky individuals among them will obtain the Foundation for Becoming a Saint!
"Boom--"
The atmosphere in the entire Zixiao Palace exploded!
The comical atmosphere that had just arisen because of Lin Shen's meal vanished completely.
Instead, it's filled with a suffocating tension!
All the powerful beings began frantically circulating their primordial spirits, deducing and calculating.
How can I obtain those six positions?
Should we rely on strength to seize opportunities? Or should we consider our background and merits?
What exactly did the Dao Ancestor mean by " those with Those with Destiny"?
The Sun Essence Wheel above Di Jun's head shone brightly, and the sun, moon, and stars swirled wildly in his eyes.
He was calculating—how many of those six holy positions would the demon race occupy!
He and Tai Yi exchanged a glance, their ambitions burning to their fullest extent.
If one can obtain a saintly position, the great cause of the demon race unifying the Primordial World and establishing an unparalleled Heavenly Court will be just around the corner!
The Twelve-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus beneath the Blood Sea Ancestor Minghe's buttocks shone with intense blood light, while the Yuantu Abi A Bi swords at his waist emitted eager hissing sounds.
He sneered inwardly: The Holy Throne? I, Minghe, will fight for it!
The sinister eyes of the Northern Darkness Old Ancestor Kunpeng were fixed on the six prayer mats, and his body slightly bowed.
He was confident that his speed was unparalleled, and that he would be the first to rush to the prayer mat as soon as the Dao Ancestor gave the order!
The Western duo, the pitiful Jieyin and Zhunti, were so excited that they trembled all over, and tears were almost streaming down their faces.
"Senior brother! Sainthood positions! Six sainthood positions!" Zhunti shouted frantically with his divine sense.
"I heard you, Junior Brother!" Although Jieyin's face was still filled with sorrow, an unprecedented glint of light burst forth from the depths of his eyes.
"This is a golden opportunity! It is our only hope for the great prosperity of the West!"
"No matter what, we two brothers must secure a place for ourselves!"
The two exchanged a glance, already prepared to do whatever it takes, even throw tantrums and wail, to get their seats.
The entire Zixiao Palace is filled with three thousand powerful beings, each with their own thoughts.
Everyone's breathing became heavy, and the air was filled with the gunpowder smell of "ambition".
It's about to explode completely in the next second!
However, at this tense moment when swords were about to be drawn—
A childish voice, tinged with dissatisfaction and confusion, suddenly rang out.
"Grandpa, when can I eat that giant octopus?"
Lin Shen sat in Hongjun's lap, his stomach already growling with hunger.
He waited for ages, his eyes fixed on the sizzling "Iron Plate Chaos Octopus" in the huge iron pot in front of his Third Master, the Tongtian Jiaozhu, his mouth practically watering.
But when Grandpa said one thing, all those strange uncles and aunts below went crazy.
Their eyes were wide open, like saucers, staring intently at the few tattered mats; no one wanted to eat.
Lin Shen did not understand.
What's so interesting about those mats?
It's dark and looks like it'll hurt your butt.
Does it smell as good as his Third Master's teppanyaki octopus?
Does it look as good as his Second Master's Palace Cake?
Is it as sweet as his First Master's fruit candy?
None!
Why aren't they eating? Why are they looking at the mats instead?
Lin Shen's little head was filled with big question marks.
His innocent question was like a bucket of ice water poured over the heads of all the powerful figures burning with raging ambition.
The atmosphere inside the Zixiao Palace became eerie once again.
All eyes slowly and laboriously shifted from the six purple prayer cushions back to the high platform.
They looked at the little baby who was tugging at Hongjun Daozu's beard and earnestly asking, "When can we eat the giant octopus?"
The lofty ambition that had just risen in my heart—the willingness to sacrifice everything to become a saint—suddenly... vanished.
Yes.
They are fighting tooth and nail here for a vague and illusory "sacred position," scheming and plotting relentlessly.
But what about others?
All they cared about from beginning to end was one thing—when they could eat.
What holy position, what Foundation for Becoming a Saint? In their eyes, it's probably not as appealing as a plate of grilled octopus.
This vision, this level of understanding...
Why is there such a huge difference between people?
For a moment, many powerful figures felt an overwhelming sense of absurdity.
They felt like a pack of wild dogs baring their teeth at each other over a few bones.
The little child on the high platform was an emperor who was enjoying a Manchu-Han Imperial Feast while looking at them with the eyes of someone who was looking at them as if they were fools.
This feeling made their Dao Heart somewhat unstable.
Hongjun Daozu looked at the little glutton in his arms who only thought about food, feeling both annoyed and amused.
He reached out and affectionately pinched Lin Shen's little nose.
"You little rascal, all you ever do is eat."
He coaxed gently, "No rush, no rush. After Grandpa finishes distributing these mats, you can eat as much as you want, okay?"
"Hmm..." Lin Shen thought for a moment, and although he was still very reluctant, he obediently nodded because his grandfather was so gentle.
Then he put his fingers in his mouth and stared longingly at the large iron pot in front of the Tongtian Jiaozhu.
Hongjun's smile deepened as he looked at his adorable appearance.
He turned his head and looked again at the three thousand powerful figures below, whose expressions were complex.
He knew it was time.
Hongjun Daozu's gaze slowly swept over each and every one of them.
Those eyes could see into everyone's heart, and see through all their desires and ambitions.
Finally, his gaze fell on the six purple prayer cushions at the very front.
He spoke slowly, his calm voice containing an undeniable majesty of the Heavenly Dao.
"These six meditation cushions are the foundation of the Great Way and the basis of sainthood."
"Those who sit upon it will have the opportunity to become saints."
"Now that the destiny has been decided, you may all take your seats according to your own fate."
Boom!
Hongjun Daozu's words were like the sounding of a starting gun.
The entire Zixiao Palace was in complete chaos!
At this moment, all the powerful beings pushed their speed and supernatural abilities to the limit!
Countless streaks of light and countless afterimages rushed madly and recklessly toward the six purple prayer mats!
A battle for the highest-level "seat" in the Primordial World, centered around the "sacred position," has officially begun!