Hongjun let out a soft sigh. "In the future, the two of you shall establish eight hundred unorthodox sects and widely guide those with affinity. You may also become Saints."
Two streams of Purple Qi flew out and entered their Niwan Palaces. In an instant, Daoist voices poured into their crowns, clearing their minds. The two could barely contain their delight and cried out, "Thank you, Teacher! May your sacred longevity be boundless, and may you forever guard Xuandu!"
At this moment, only the final stream of Purple Qi remained in Hongjun's hand.
The crowd could no longer hold themselves back. They all fell to their knees. "We humbly beg Teacher to bestow this Qi upon us! We are willing to die for the Dao lineage!"
Hongjun's gaze was indifferent as he said softly, "Forget it. Cause and effect follow fate; each relies on their own Fortune."
With a wave of his hand, the Purple Qi soared into the air and spun several times. Suddenly, it transformed into a streak of light and plunged straight into Hongyun the Daoist's primordial spirit!
"Buzz—"
Hong Yun's entire body stiffened, then he began to chuckle foolishly, his face blank with happiness. The others, however, burned with fury. Kunpeng in particular had blood-red eyes, and killing intent surged forth like a tide. "Hong Yun! You were the one who stole the Saint's position from our Ancestor! You deserve to die horribly!"
The moment the thought of killing arose in his heart, he suddenly realized where he was. This was the Sage's Dao Field! How could he act recklessly?
Cold sweat instantly broke out over him, and he hurriedly suppressed his vicious aura. Yet at that moment, Hongjun seemed to glance at him, whether intentionally or otherwise.
That gaze was calm and without the slightest