Inside Purple Heaven Palace, Zhunti and Jieyin's success left the mighty figures present deeply unsettled.
With a rustle, a vast crowd bowed. Black Dao Robes intermingled with robes of every color, creating an immensely spectacular sight.
"Saint, have mercy!"
"Saint Hongjun, we are willing to join the Mystic Sect!"
"Saint, look at me! I have a profound understanding of the Saint's Dao. I can do it too!"
In an instant, the tranquility within Purple Heaven Palace was utterly shattered. Pleas and declarations of loyalty rose one after another as everyone tried to make Hongjun spare them another glance.
Hongjun frowned, then returned to his indifferent expression. His voice was calm and without ripples. "Your fated ties with me are too shallow."
Hongjun's words were like cold water poured over their heads. They immediately fell silent, frozen where they stood, their faces filled with disappointment and unwillingness.
Hongjun continued, "Under the Heavenly Dao, there are only nine Saint positions."
"The ninth Saint will not appear until the Immeasurable Kalpa."
"I hold the Jade Plate of Creation and govern nine strands of Hongmeng Purple Qi on behalf of Heaven."
"After I merge with the Heavenly Dao, two Saint positions will remain. Yet only one strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi remains. One was used when I became a Saint, and another was used to elevate the Heavenly Book of Investiture of the Gods."
Most people heard only that one strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi remained. Only Nuwa, Changxi, and the others seemed thoughtful. There were more than nine strands of Hongmeng Purple Qi, yet only eight Saint positions remained. Interesting.
In an instant, the atmosphere in the hall ignited. Their eyes turned blazing hot as they stared fixedly at Hongjun with desperate longing.
"Saint, have mercy and grant us a chance!"
"Saint, please