Hongyun Gives Up His Seat

Wu Tian had reached this point.

He paused slightly.

Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun were immediately drawn in, their eyes turning grave...

"Fellow Daoist Wu Tian, you mean..."

"There's something wrong with these seats?"

Hongyun could not help asking.

Wu Tian did not answer directly. Instead, he first turned to look behind them. By now, quite a few figures had arrived in Zixiao Palace.

The seats at the front had all been taken.

Those arriving later could only sit on the ground, or take out their own Prayer Mats and sit down, as the Ancestral Witches had done...

Yet the great cultivators who prided themselves on their status and strength were all looking toward those seated in front, their eyes glittering. Clearly, they were plotting something!

Wu Tian had never met these people.

But judging by their appearances and auras, he recognized their identities at once and muttered inwardly:

These must be Di Jun and Taiyi, right?

The two handsome men wore long golden robes covered in white flame patterns, countless flames surrounding the mark of a Sun Star!

One of them carried a faint air of majesty.

He was naturally the future Di Jun!

The other looked even more domineering. A small ancient and imposing bell hung at his waist, engraved with incomparably profound patterns...

This was Taiyi, born alongside the Chaos Bell.

The two had been born upon the Sun Star and Fusang Tree, nurtured by Solar True Fire. In the future, they would unite the myriad races of the Primordial Wilderness and establish the Demon Clan, becoming its Demon Emperor and Eastern Emperor respectively!

Speaking of which...

They were the Witch Clan's greatest enemies.

Therefore, Wu Tian could not help looking at them a few more times...

Sensing Wu Tian's gaze, Di Jun and Taiyi both turned their heads and met his eyes. Di Jun revealed a faint smile and nodded slightly at Wu Tian.

Taiyi, meanwhile, frowned slightly!

Wu Tian nodded in return.

He then looked toward the others. The one covered in bloody, foul aura was naturally Old Ancestor Minghe, born from the Netherworld Blood Sea.

Old Ancestor Minghe was far more arrogant.

His visible eyes rolled constantly as he kept examining the people occupying the Prayer Mats, his gaze filled with greed...

Relying on the belief that "as long as the blood sea does not dry up, Styx will not die," he acted even more recklessly. At the same time, he was quick-witted, a famous knockoff king in the Primordial Wilderness!

There were also Duke of the East and Queen Mother of the West, born from Innate Yin-Yang Energy, along with several other great cultivators Wu Tian did not recognize for the time being...

They did not dare provoke the Three Pure Ones.

And there was even less need to mention the numerous and powerful Ancestral Witches...

All eyes fell upon Nüwa, Hongyun, and Kunpeng. Feeling those covetous gazes, Fuxi's expression immediately darkened as he slowly turned to look at everyone.

He had already made up his mind:

No one could steal his little sister's opportunity!

Unless they stepped over his corpse...

The determination on Fuxi's face instantly made many gazes retreat, focusing instead on Hongyun and Kunpeng.

Hongyun was still all right...

After all, Zhen Yuanzi was sitting behind him!

But Kunpeng was alone.

From the moment he entered until now, Kunpeng had kept his head lowered, his face grim and silent. He had not involved himself in the matter between Wu Tian and the Three Pure Ones, nor had he even turned to look in their direction!

As a result...

Kunpeng faced the greatest pressure.

He even seemed to be trembling faintly...

Only then did Wu Tian turn back and continue speaking to Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun through divine sense, saying with a light smile:

"Such a vast Zixiao Palace, with so many people coming to hear the Dao, yet there are only seven Prayer Mats in the first row..."

"As long as one isn't stupid!"

"One should be able to guess that these Prayer Mats must have some special significance, that they carry immense opportunities, right?"

Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun nodded.

That was indeed the case!

They had even anticipated the covetous gazes behind them long ago.

It was for this reason that although there had still been seats when they arrived, they had only taken one, just like Fuxi and Nüwa!

However...

What made Zhen Yuanzi smile bitterly to himself was this:

Perhaps the reputation he and his brother had earned as "good old men" had spread too widely throughout the Primordial Wilderness, leaving them with too little deterrence!

Even with him protecting Hongyun...

There were no fewer eyes fixed on Hongyun's seat than on Kunpeng's...

Zhen Yuanzi even felt that if everyone had not feared Wu Tian, who sat beside them, they might already have come forward to pressure them and seize it!

"Alas..."

Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun both sighed softly.

They already understood what Wu Tian meant. Once Hongyun sat upon this Prayer Mat, he could no longer shake off the Karma attached to it!

The two exchanged a glance.

Hongyun signaled with his eyes:

How about... we give this seat to Fellow Daoist Wu Tian? That way, we can avoid becoming entangled in this Karma?

Even now...

The two only knew that the seats represented great opportunities. They did not know how immense or important those opportunities were, much less that the seats were connected to Primordial Violet Qi and the chance to become saints...

For that reason...

Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun did not wish to become entangled in too much Karma over an unknown opportunity. They understood well enough that an ordinary man could be punished merely for possessing a treasure!

"Alas..."

"I only want to roam the Primordial Wilderness freely with Brother Zhen Yuan, occasionally taste some Ginseng Fruit and sit together discussing the Dao. That is all!"

Hongyun could not help sighing inwardly.

After thinking for a moment...

He actually sent a secret transmission directly to Wu Tian:

"Fellow Daoist Wu Tian..."

"How about I give this seat to you?"

"Your Witch Clan is numerous and powerful, and the Ancestral Witches are infamous throughout the Primordial Wilderness. Surely no one would dare covet it..."

As he spoke, he actually began to rise and give up his seat.

Wu Tian immediately stretched out his hand.

A gentle force emerged and stopped him!

Wu Tian was also extremely surprised. Though this was just as he had guessed, Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun did not wish to invite trouble over an unknown opportunity...

That was why, in the original course of events...

They gave up their seats to Jieyin and Zhunti, not only losing the Primordial Violet Qi that was their chance at sainthood, but also implicating Kunpeng through Hongyun's surrender of his seat, causing Kunpeng to bear a lasting grudge!

Clearly, Jieyin and Zhunti were the ones who had forced Kunpeng.

Yuanshi Tianzun was the one who had humiliated Kunpeng.

Yet the one Kunpeng hated most became Hongyun instead...

He could not defeat them.

But could he not defeat Hongyun?

"Alas..."

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, don't be hasty!"

"Since this seat is an opportunity, what it consumes is your own Fortune, blessings, and destiny. The greater the opportunity, the more Fortune and blessings it consumes!"

"Since you have already sat down, giving it up now would only make things worse..."

If Heaven bestowed something and one refused it, one would instead suffer misfortune.

Hongyun was the first cloud in heaven and earth. It was said that he had even been touched by the heart's blood of Great God Pangu, so his own destiny was naturally exceptional!

Otherwise, he could never have obtained this seat.

Yet the first time, he gave it away...

Then the final strand of Primordial Violet Qi fell into his hands. In other words, Hongyun had expended the Fortune needed for sainthood twice during this process!

With such a loss...

If he did not die, who would?

Although Hongyun intended to surrender his seat, Wu Tian did not wish to accept it. Instead, he sincerely hoped that Hongyun would steady his resolve and refuse to yield it no matter what!

"If you ask me..."

"You should learn from my Witch Clan. Whoever dares to pressure you, fight them to the death... In today's Primordial Wilderness, there are almost none who can kill you two brothers without paying a painful price, right?"

Wu Tian continued.

After hearing this, Hongyun fell silent. Zhen Yuanzi also appeared deep in thought. Neither of them was naturally combative, and asking them to make such a resolute decision was indeed difficult!

After a long while...

The two looked at Wu Tian gratefully.

"Thank you for your guidance, Fellow Daoist!"

Dijiang had been watching the exchange between the three. Though he had not heard their divine sense transmissions, he had clearly seen Hongyun's earlier attempt to stand, as well as Wu Tian stopping him.

He already understood what had happened!

His eyes immediately filled with shock:

Hongyun had really intended to give his seat to Wu Tian?

And he even looked so grateful to Wu Tian?

But...

Why had Wu Tian refused?

Unable to understand, Dijiang quietly tugged at Wu Tian's arm and secretly transmitted:

"Wu Tian..."

"Why didn't you accept it?"