By this point, Chen Mu had made his purpose clear.
I can help you become a Saint, but you must stand with Multiverse China.
"In this world, even a powerhouse like you, Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi, has no chance of becoming a Saint. But I can make you one."
Chen Mu spoke as he watched the silent Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi.
Zhen Yuanzi frowned, picked up the tea before him, and drained it in one gulp. He no longer looked as relaxed as before. It was clear that even he could not resist such a temptation.
If Zhen Yuanzi was like this, then the other Quasi-Saints in the Honghuang World would be no different.
What Chen Mu said was indeed true. In the Honghuang World, the positions of the Saints had already been decided when Hongjun bestowed the Hongmeng Purple Qi. In Zhen Yuanzi's view, Hongjun had likely decided long ago who would receive each strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi.
The lectures at Zixiao Palace were nothing more than a formality. No one else had any chance of becoming a Saint!
Great powers such as Zhen Yuanzi naturally understood this perfectly well. No matter what they did, they could not advance beyond the Quasi-Saint realm, which itself proved the point.
Zhen Yuanzi was a powerhouse from the same era as Hongjun. The longer he remained at the Quasi-Saint realm, the more clearly he understood one thing: there seemed to be deep waters behind becoming a Saint.
The current Saints could all be called Heavenly Dao Saints. They had all been permitted by the Heavenly Dao to become Saints. In other words, the current Saints were still constrained by the Heavenly Dao.
Quasi-Saints like Zhen Yuanzi, on the other hand, were unfettered and free to roam the world.
Thinking about it