In truth, if Kunpeng had withstood the pressure and simply refused to give up his seat, the Three Pure Ones and Cundi really could not have done anything to him.
Surely they could not come to blows in a Sage's Daoist Sanctuary?
That would have been disrespectful to the Sage.
Whatever Cundi might have done, the Three Pure Ones certainly would not have kept joining in.
Had it been Cundi, it would not have mattered who came along. No amount of pressure would have made him surrender his seat.
Yet Cundi had never expected Kunpeng to be so poor at handling pressure. He had actually buckled and given up his seat.
Of course, Cundi also knew that no one back then could have guessed that those ordinary meditation cushions were connected to sainthood positions!
Everyone had known that the six cushions must have held some special significance.
But no one had known exactly what made them special.
Perhaps Kunpeng had thought that, although the cushions might hold some special significance, that was merely a possibility, not a certainty.
Besides, the Three Pure Ones, together with Cundi and Receiver, made five supreme innate sacred beings.
The pressure had been nothing short of immense!
It was perfectly understandable that Kunpeng had failed to withstand it.
Kunpeng had actually felt deeply wronged by the Three Pure Ones joining in.
He simply could not understand why. He had never offended Yuanshi.
Just because Yuanshi looked down on feathered, egg-born creatures, he had joined in at the slightest disagreement?
Yuanshi was far too wanton and overbearing!
He truly would not listen to reason at all!
But the Three Pure Ones stood as one, and all three possessed cultivation at the highest level. Kunpeng could not defeat even one of them, let alone three!
So, however