"My Mystic School has seven Sainthood Positions. The Great Dao numbers fifty, yet heaven unfolds only forty-nine, leaving one thread of life. As for this last wisp of Primordial Violet Qi, it depends entirely on your fate."
With that, Hongjun tossed the last wisp of Primordial Violet Qi from his hand, letting it choose its destined recipient.
The Primordial Violet Qi spun above the Purple Cloud Palace as though searching for someone with whom it shared an affinity.
Everyone who had yet to receive Primordial Violet Qi stared up at it, their eyes brimming with longing and impatience.
They desperately wanted to seize it, but none dared. A Sage was sitting right there. Wouldn't making a grab for it be disrespectful?
Good grief. Once they angered the Sage, even those destined for the Primordial Violet Qi might lose their chance, wouldn't they?
After all, the Sage had released it. Wherever the Primordial Violet Qi ultimately went would surely require his approval.
So even with the Primordial Violet Qi right before their eyes, no one dared reach for it.
All they could do was wait anxiously for it to choose.
Besides, the Sage had said the Mystic School had seven Sainthood Positions. He had already given six wisps of Primordial Violet Qi to its disciples. With the Sage himself, didn't that make exactly seven?
That meant the final wisp was the one thread of life left for the myriad living beings outside the Mystic School!
Even someone who wasn't a disciple of the Mystic School had a chance to obtain it!
Even the Three Pure Ones and the other disciples of the Mystic School thought so.
Their teacher had said the Mystic School had seven Sainthood Positions. Counting him and his disciples, wouldn't that make seven Sages?
This last wisp of