At this moment, Hongjun did not know that among the Six Saints of the Primordial World, even the Two Sages of the West—the last ones still supporting him—had developed ulterior motives.
Then again, as Saints, having been treated like this time and again, it was only natural that they felt resentful. Moreover, Hongjun was far too cold and heartless. Or rather, having cultivated to his level, he had long become indifferent to all things in the world and naturally would not care about any supposed bond between master and disciple.
And judging from the current situation, this so-called master-disciple relationship had merely been part of Hongjun's scheme.
The stronger one became, the more one looked down on such bonds.
Back when he lectured at Zixiao Palace, the six cushions represented the positions of the six Heavenly Dao Saints. In truth, it made no difference to Hongjun who sat on them first.
Had Hong Yun and Kunpeng not yielded their seats back then, the two of them might have become two of the Six Saints of the Primordial World, while the two men from the West would never have become Saints.
Heavenly Dao Saints were merely another path that the Heavenly Dao had offered Great Luo Golden Immortals. It could be called a fork in the road of cultivation. Though it seemed glorious to become a Saint in a single step, there was no future beyond it. In truth, they were not much different from Quasi-Saints above Great Luo Golden Immortals.
Perhaps the only difference was that they could exercise certain Saintly privileges. As for a Heavenly Dao Saint's cultivation, it would likely remain that of a Heavenly Dao Saint for life.
Hongjun had not expected that Jie Yin was now thinking about when to strike him ruthlessly. On one hand,