Unfortunately, there were only seven Saint positions, personally sanctioned by the Dao Ancestor. Six Saints had now ascended to the Purple Cloud Palace, with only the Primordial Violet Qi that should have belonged to Ancestor Hong Yun still missing without a trace.
Moreover, the Primordial Violet Qi could obscure the secrets of heaven. Even a Saint would find it difficult to deduce where Hong Yun was hiding.
Now that Lu Ya had personally revealed that he wielded the Primordial Violet Qi, those immortals repeatedly stalled at the threshold of the Great Firmament and Quasi-Saint realms, caught in a dilemma with nowhere to advance or retreat, suddenly felt their hearts heat up. Their blood rushed straight to their heads—but this heat came fiercely and faded even faster.
In the blink of an eye,
the immortals whose minds had overheated came to their senses one after another. No matter how fiercely the fire of desire burned in their hearts, none dared reach out and snatch the prize in front of Su Yang. With Su Yang here, let alone ordinary immortals and gods—even if a Saint personally arrived, they would not dare act rashly and forcefully seize the treasure.
Su Yang let out a cold snort, the corners of his lips lifting slightly. "Without the Demon God True Body, even if you clutch the Primordial Violet Qi, you're merely holding a red-hot iron—scalding to the touch, yet useless."
"You..."
Lu Ya clenched his teeth, the veins at his temples twitching faintly. He shouted angrily, "Shichen! Don't bully people too far!"
Su Yang threw his head back and laughed. Before the laughter had even faded, his gaze swept across Lu Ya like a blade. "Bully you? Which of your eyes saw that you were worthy of hearing those words?"
Lu Ya said gravely, "You