The Battle for Seats! One Word from the Cute Baby Shattered Three Thousand Great Powers' Defenses

Inside the Zixiao Palace, the voice of Hongjun Daozu was like Heavenly Dao Edict, finalizing the matter with a single blow.

"Now that the destiny has been decided, you may all take your seats according to your own fate."

The moment the words left his mouth, the entire hall erupted in chaos!

It's like throwing a whole basin of water into a calm pan of oil.

Three thousand streams of light and three thousand terrifying auras erupted without reservation at this moment.

All notions of otherworldly grace and the demeanor of a great being were cast to the Beyond the Ninth Heaven by the allure of the word "becoming a saint."

"Mine! This first spot is mine!"

A loud shout Yunxiao.

The Sun Essence Wheel above Di Jun's head shone with boundless light, and the golden Solar True Fire transformed into a long rainbow, rushing straight towards the first futon at the very front.

Tai Yi, standing beside him, was even more direct.

The Chaos Bell in his hand swayed gently.

"When--"

A bell rang, making several fast-moving Golden Immortals around them dizzy and causing them to fall straight down from mid-air.

The two brothers worked together seamlessly and were incredibly domineering.

The goal is to secure the two most prestigious positions.

As emperors of the demon race, they were born to sit in the best seats!

"Hmph! Di Jun, you're far too disrespectful to us!"

A chilling laugh rang out.

Amidst the Blood Sea, a crimson figure moved with lightning speed.

The Ancestor Minghe stood on the Twelve-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus, his body radiating boundless blood energy.

The two deadly swords, Yuantu and Abi, transformed into two blood dragons, tearing through Di Jun's Solar True Fire and rushing towards the third futon.

He was born in the Blood Sea and killed countless people.

They believe in the supremacy of the strong.

He's determined to have this holy position!

"Get out of my way, all of you!"

A sharp shriek pierced the void.

A streak of blue light moved with an utterly unreasonable speed, instantly surpassing everyone else.

It was none other than the Lord of the Northern Darkness, the Old Ancestor Kunpeng!

He pushed his speed to its limit, his entire body almost transforming into a streak of light.

It ignored all supernatural powers and magical treasures that tried to stop it.

The goal is clear—the fourth meditation cushion!

But what surprised everyone the most was the Western Duo.

"Senior brother! Hurry!" Zhunti was so anxious that his face turned red, and he jumped up and down.

Jieyin looked utterly miserable, as if the entire Primordial World owed him money.

He pushed his way forward while bursting into tears:

"Dao Ancestor, have mercy! My Western Regions are barren, and the living beings are suffering!"

"In our quest for the Great Dao, we have traveled all the way from the West, wearing out three thousand pairs of shoes and never having had a full meal!"

"Please, fellow cultivators, have the mercy to give us, my fellow disciple and I, a seat!"

"We are deeply grateful and are willing to erect a longevity tablet for you, fellow Daoist!"

He cried so bitterly that it broke the hearts of all who heard it and brought tears to their eyes.

Many powerful figures with soft hearts were slowed down by his crying.

Zhunti the opportunity, Zhunti slipped away through a corner.

He gently brushed the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in his hand against the buttocks of a powerful figure in front of him.

"Ouch--"

That powerful figure was instantly sent flying.

"Fellow Daoist, this person is destined to be with my Western Paradise!"

Zhunti unfazed, shouted righteously, and then plopped down on the sixth prayer mat.

The entire Zixiao Palace instantly descended into chaos.

Magical artifacts flew wildly, and supernatural powers raged indiscriminately.

Curses, cries, and screams rose and fell.

This is hardly Sage place; it's just a mortal market where old folks are scrambling for discounted eggs!

However, at the heart of this chaos, atop the high platform, the scene was entirely different.

"Third Master, are those giant octopus legs going to burn?"

Lin Shen sat in the arms of Hongjun Daozu, while the chubby boy pointed with a worried expression at the large iron pot in front of the Tongtian Jiaozhu.

He had absolutely no idea what those uncles and aunties below were fighting over.

All he could see was the sizzling teppanyaki grill in the pot.

The golden-brown octopus tentacles were emitting an enticing aroma.

The Tongtian Jiaozhu no longer had the mind to care about anything as holy or not.

He was overjoyed to hear that his beloved apprentice cared about his cooking skills.

I'm a million times happier than if I'd snatched the throne!

"Oh dear! My Beloved Disciple, I almost forgot!"

He quickly picked up the sword-wielding chopsticks and flipped the pieces of Octopus Meat over.

"Don't worry, don't worry, Third Master is using the Qingping Sword Intent to slowly roast it over a gentle fire!"

"Guaranteed crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, juicy and flavorful, absolutely no burning!"

As he spoke, he even adjusted the Heat Control.

The azure flames formed from Qingping Sword Intent were at just the right temperature.

Yuanshi Tianzun watched from the side, his brows furrowed.

He transmitted his voice telepathically, saying, "Third brother! Can't you be a little more dignified?!"

"They're practically tearing the dog's brains out of the water down there, and you're still thinking about your broken pot of octopus?"

"Second Brother, what do you know!"

The Tongtian Jiaozhu didn't even turn his head, and retorted confidently:

"What's more important than my disciple eating?"

"Besides, I wouldn't even want those tattered cushions if they were given to me for free!"

"Sitting on it means working for the Heavenly Dao; how can that compare to the carefree life we have on Kunlun Mountain?"

Yuanshi Tianzun was speechless, choked by his words.

After thinking about it, it seems... that makes sense.

Taiqing Laozi remained completely calm and composed.

He pulled a small bottle from his pocket and poured out a strawberry-flavored "Bouncing Great Dao Pill".

He held it to Lin Shen's lips. "Here, disciple, have a piece of candy to whet your appetite. The main course will be ready soon."

The small pills were round and translucent, emitting a sweet fragrance.

Empress Nuwa then carefully wiped Lin Shen's mouth with a handkerchief.

She spoke softly, "Little Lin Shen, don't be impatient. I'll feed you the Creation Divine Milk later."

"It tastes even better when Octopus Meat!"

Hongjun Daozu held Lin Shen in his arms, looking down at the chaotic scene below.

She glanced again at the little glutton in her arms, who was only staring at the meat in the pot.

A helpless yet indulgent smile appeared on his face.

He finally understood.

What are holy positions and great paths? In this little guy's eyes, they're probably not as important as a hot plate of teppanyaki.

If the three thousand powerful beings below knew what the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal and Sage on the high platform were thinking...

They would probably have their Dao Heart shattered on the spot, and collectively vomit blood.

The opportunity to become a saint that they fought tooth and nail for.

In other people's eyes, it's a "work Shackles" that they want to avoid at all costs?

The gap between people is greater than the distance between the Primordial World and the Chaos void!

Amidst this surreal contrast, the struggle for the prayer cushions came to an end.

"Ah--!"

A scream rang out.

A powerful rogue cultivator who had finally made it to the fifth prayer mat was so shocked by the compassionate cries of the Daoist Jieyin that he lost his composure.

My foot slipped, and I was completely swallowed up by the crowd behind me.

The Daoist Jieyin sighed, "Fellow Daoist, you flatter me."

Then, he shakily sat down on the fifth prayer mat.

Zhunti also used the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree to defeat his last competitor.

They firmly secured the sixth position.

The two brothers exchanged a glance, their faces showing even deeper sorrow.

But deep in his eyes was an overwhelming joy at surviving such a disaster.

It's done!

They in the West finally have hope!

With his Primordial World speed, the Old Ancestor Kunpeng effortlessly snatched the fourth prayer mat.

He glanced back at the chaotic crowd, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

The third futon was quietly taken by the Ancestor Minghe, who had always kept a low profile.

He sat atop the Karma Fire Red Lotus, coldly surveying his surroundings.

Anyone who dares to approach will be chopped down without a word by Yuantu and Abi Swords.

Now, only the two most prominent and prestigious prayer cushions at the very front remain empty.

All eyes were on Di Jun and Tai Yi.

In everyone's eyes, these two positions belonged to none other than these two demon emperors.

Di Jun and Tai Yi thought the same thing.

They pushed their way through the crowd and arrived at the prayer mat.

"These first and second places should belong to my brother and me!"

Di Jun announced in a loud voice, displaying his imperial majesty.

However, just as he was about to sit down...

A sudden change has occurred!

An invisible yet irresistible power of the Great Dao emanated from the two futons.

"Bang!"

It was as if Di Jun and Tai Yi had bumped into an invisible wall.

He was thrown back and landed awkwardly on the ground.

To their horror, the two prayer mats, though seemingly close at hand, were actually worlds apart.

They couldn't get even an inch closer!

The entire Zixiao Palace fell silent once again.

Everyone was stunned.

Even emperors like Di Jun and Tai Yi couldn't sit on it?

So, who are these two positions reserved for?

Just as everyone was filled with doubt and uncertainty.

Two inconspicuous figures, who had been blending into the crowd, slowly emerged.

A man dressed in a black and white Daoist robe, with Yin Yang energies circulating around him.

Another figure wore Qiankun robe, with fire, water, and wind surging beneath his feet.

These two are ancient beings who have been cultivating in World Creation.

The Yin-Yang Ancestor and Qiankun Ancestor Heaven and Earth!

Under everyone's gaze, they ignored the power of the Great Dao that had sent Di Jun and Tai Yi flying.

They easily each took one of the two futons at the front.

Then, he bowed slightly to Hongjun on the high platform.

He closed his eyes, taking everything for granted.

Now everyone understood.

This meditation cushion wasn't something you could steal.

It depends on fate!

The battle for seats has now come to an end.

The six sacred cushions each have their own master.

Those who failed to secure a seat were filled with regret and self-reproach.

Di Jun and Tai Yi, in particular, looked extremely grim.

Hongjun Daozu watched all this without the slightest change in expression.

He glanced down at Lin Shen, who was already impatiently waiting in his arms.

The little guy was staring longingly at the octopus in the pot, his little mouth practically drooling.

He said with a smile, "Alright, the mats are all distributed."

"Little Lin Shen, time to eat!"