Fuxi's Face Stiffened: That Guy Actually Guessed So Accurately?

"Golden Futons! There really are Golden Futons!

One, two, three... six, and there are six of them! Not a single one missing!"

"Could the Saintly Opportunity the baby mentioned be real?"

Thinking of this, Nuwa's heart immediately grew excited.

Beside her, Fuxi's face turned ashen.

"I can't believe that kid was telling the truth, that there really are Golden Futons!"

Immediately, he thought of the Golden Futons representing Saintly Opportunities.

Fuxi's breathing grew heavy. He stared intently at the Golden Futons before him, a desire to seize the Saintly Opportunity sprouting in his heart.

"What 'destined saints'? I refuse to believe it! While others are still unaware, I must snatch a spot first!"

"Didn't that kid say I wasn't among the six destined saints? I'll snatch one anyway, and this bet will still count as me winning!"

"Haha, I'm so clever!"

Nuwa and Fuxi hurried forward, their thoughts differing greatly.

They immediately unleashed the speed of a Grand Luo Golden Immortal, surging past the sluggish cultivators and reaching the six Golden Futons first. Nuwa and Fuxi exchanged a glance and each sat on a Golden Futon.

The moment Fuxi sat down, his face lit up with joy.

Haha...

I've already taken a seat, the Saintly Opportunity is mine!

That kid lost!

I won!

Haha...

However, in the next second.

Ancestor Hongjun's tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open. A purple light shone upon Nuwa and Fuxi, and then Ancestor Hongjun looked utterly bewildered.

Nuwa's position was preordained; the Saintly Opportunity rightfully belonged to her.

But what was Fuxi doing there?

Why did he also get to claim a Saintly Opportunity?

However, Ancestor Hongjun was a man of immense composure and would not reveal the matter of destined saints so openly to the myriad cultivators of the Great Desolation.

He glanced behind him, an idea forming in his mind.

Fuxi's cultivation was not particularly outstanding among the many Great Desolation powers present.

All he needed to do was subtly guide others and silently interfere with their thoughts, causing them to act in ways he desired.

For a Saint, achieving this was as easy as breathing.

With this thought, Ancestor Hongjun's expression returned to calm.

The unusual behavior of Nuwa and Fuxi seizing the Golden Futons immediately drew the attention of all the factions in the great hall.

Everyone then realized that there were several unique Golden Futons, and observing Nuwa and Fuxi's eagerness to sit on them, could these Golden Futons bring them some sort of opportunity?

In an instant, all the cultivators had a realization!

"Snatch them!"

"We must get a Golden Futon!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The previously silent great hall was suddenly filled with the sound of whooshing and breaking air.

Among the cultivators, Sanqing, Taiyi, Di Jun, Kunpeng, Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun, Houtu, and others possessed the most profound cultivation. Therefore, their speed far surpassed that of the others. In the instant everyone else reacted, their figures had already descended towards the Golden Futons.

"My two brothers and I were transformed from Pangu's primordial spirit, possessing deep blessings, and thus should occupy three futons!" Lao Zi declared proudly.

The world knew that the Sanqing were one entity and each a great power in the Great Desolation. Even if others felt dissatisfied, no one dared to provoke them.

Thus, Sanqing smoothly occupied three Golden Futons.

"These three old fogeys are quite sharp-witted," Shen Hongfei mumbled from within Nuwa's womb.

At this moment, Sanqing did not know the exact function of the Golden Futons. However, seeing how highly Nuwa and Fuxi valued them, they followed suit and snatched three. This was clearly benefiting from Shen Hongfei's foresight, and in a sense, they owed him a favor.

Just then, Kunpeng, utilizing his speed advantage, also landed on a Golden Futon.

Di Jun and Taiyi, who were a step slower, immediately showed fierce glares in their eyes.

"Brother, should we snatch one?" Taiyi whispered.

Di Jun shook his head. "Let's not act rashly for now. This is a Sage's Dojo, after all."

A trace of unwillingness flashed in Eastern Sovereign Taiyi's eyes. He opened his mouth but ultimately gave up.

"Heh heh, these two don't even know that the Golden Futons represent Saintly Opportunities. Eastern Sovereign Taiyi and Di Jun have always been ambitious. If they knew these were Saintly Opportunities, they'd likely snatch a spot even if it meant being reprimanded by Ancestor Hongjun."

"It's a pity there are no 'if onlys' in this world..."

As Shen Hongfei peered around inside Nuwa's belly, a frantic Nuwa exclaimed, "This is bad, this is bad!"

She thought, The baby said the six seats were for Sanqing from Kunlun Mountain, the two from Sumeru Mountain, and me. But Zhunti and Jieyin, whom the baby mentioned, haven't appeared. The two people on my left, Hongyun Daoist and Kunpeng Ancestor, are people I know. There's no Zhunti Daoist or Jieyin Daoist at all. Could the baby's prophecy be wrong?

Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun were just a hair's breadth away from securing a seat, but they were ultimately a step too late. Just as Hongyun Daoist was about to return with Zhen Yuanzi, Zhen Yuanzi suddenly unleashed a powerful gust of air that knocked Fuxi off his seat.

Fuxi glared at Zhen Yuanzi. Zhen Yuanzi, with a hand pressed on Hongyun Daoist's shoulder to keep him seated, turned to Fuxi with a smile and apologized.

"Oh dear, my apologies, my apologies. I truly didn't mean to. But you don't seem like a petty person, Daoist brother, so I assume you won't be angry?"

Fuxi stood up, about to unleash a torrent of abuse, when Ancestor Hongjun suddenly shot him a chilling glance.

"This is a Sage's Dojo. Fighting is forbidden!"

Fuxi's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. He felt as insignificant as an ant. His anger instantly vanished without a trace, and he quickly turned to bow to Ancestor Hongjun.

"Fuxi was rude. I hope Dao Ancestor will forgive my offense."

Ancestor Hongjun retracted his imposing aura and waved his hand magnanimously, "There are many seats in the back. Sit down."

"Yes." Though Fuxi harbored resentment, he had no choice but to comply. He cried out in his heart, My opportunity! My opportunity! It's gone just like that!

As he passed Nuwa, Fuxi glanced at her belly. He thought bitterly, Hmph! Regardless, I still won the bet with that kid! Didn't that kid say two more seats were for Zhunti and Jieyin? But clearly, they aren't here. There's no way he can argue his way out of this!

Watching the Zixiao Palace doors slowly begin to close, Fuxi's lips curled into a triumphant smile. Once the Zixiao Palace doors closed, no one could enter. Could those so-called Zhunti and Jieyin blast the doors open and force their way in?

But just then, two disheveled figures rushed through the gap in the doors. This spectacle instantly drew the attention of all the cultivators. The two who rushed in were none other than Zhunti and Jieyin, who had hurried over from the west.

Seeing everyone's gaze turn towards them, Zhunti and Jieyin cupped their fists and greeted them. "We are Zhunti and Jieyin, who have hurried here from the west. We greet all Daoist friends and Dao Ancestor."

Fuxi's expression stiffened, and he couldn't help but feel surprised. It really is Zhunti and Jieyin! Was that guy actually that accurate?

He scoffed inwardly, But so what? There are no more Golden Futons! Even if those two arrive, they can only find ordinary seats in the corner. In that case, the bet with that kid is still a win for me! Haha... I am the ultimate victor!

Watching Fuxi's fascinating display of changing expressions, Shen Hongfei muttered to himself, What's wrong with my idiot of an uncle? Why does he look so strange? Could he really think he lost our bet? Heh, I guess you're still too naive. Just watch, those shameless scoundrels Zhunti and Jieyin are about to put on a show.

Zhunti and Jieyin, having just entered, scanned the grand hall and immediately spotted the six Golden Futons at the front. Their eyes were immediately locked onto them. Even a fool could see that the other futons were gray, while the six at the front were golden. These were undoubtedly great opportunities!

Zhunti and Jieyin exchanged a glance. The next second, in perfect sync, they both burst into tears. They cried so hard, with snot and tears streaming down their faces, that not even a widowed woman abandoned at the village entrance would have wept as tragically.

This display completely stunned all the cultivators present!