Red Cloud Gives Up His Seat, Kunpeng Takes a Seat, Jieyin and Zhunti Rise to Power, Heavenly Dao Sage Seats Decided

"Get lost!"

Kunpeng Ancestor flew into a rage and snapped back without the slightest courtesy.

He had seen Red Cloud give up his seat just now.

He simply had not expected these people from the West to be so shameless.

Getting one Great Dao Mat was not enough for them; they even had their eyes on the mat beneath him.

This was utterly outrageous!

Kunpeng Ancestor's heart thundered with rage.

"Fellow Daoist, look at how the two senior brothers traveled all the way from the West. They have suffered greatly, so why not yield your seat to them?"

Red Cloud's compulsive urge to play the good guy flared up again. He actually took the initiative to assist Daoist Zhunti, unaware that he had already set foot on the path to his own death.

Kunpeng Ancestor had not expected anyone so utterly unreasonable.

He shot Red Cloud an incredulous glance.

He was nearly mad with rage.

Then, with an icy tone and killing intent in his eyes, he glared at Daoist Zhunti.

"I'll say it one more time. Get lost!"

Before Zhunti could speak, Yuanshi, seated on the Heaven-Earth Mat in front, spoke first.

"Furred and horned beasts, creatures born from damp eggs—are you worthy to sit alongside us?"

Yuanshi was ruthless and sparing with words.

A surging wave of Jade Purity power swept over Kunpeng Ancestor.

Even separated by countless layers of space-time, Kunpeng Ancestor immediately lost his balance and toppled headfirst onto his mat.

Seeing this perfect opportunity, Zhunti and Jieyin were both overjoyed.

One secretly circulated his power and swept away the Great Bliss Dao Mat beneath Kunpeng Ancestor.

The other kicked Kunpeng Ancestor from his seat, clearing the way for his junior brother.

Their coordination was flawless. At a glance, it was obvious they had done this sort of thing plenty of times.

"This infuriates me!"

Having been knocked from his seat, Kunpeng Ancestor's fury blazed, his beard and hair standing on end.

Yet before Yuanshi, whose cultivation was at the peak of the Grand Luo Golden Immortal realm,

and the senior-junior brothers Jieyin and Zhunti, both in the late Grand Luo Golden Immortal realm,

Kunpeng Ancestor dared to rage but not to speak.

If he dared to retaliate, they could beat him to death with perfect justification.

After all, they could innocently claim that they had not seized anything by force; it was all an opportunity bestowed by Yuanshi.

He glanced at the lofty Yuanshi, then at the Three Pure Ones, who were all in league with one another.

Kunpeng Ancestor was filled with indignation, his face turning green with anger.

Never mind whether he could defeat Yuanshi—if he made a move, the Three Pure Ones would beat him so badly even his parents would not recognize him.

Thus, Kunpeng Ancestor came to hate Red Cloud Ancestor, the culprit behind it all and the one who had given such divine assistance.

If not for that brain-dead idiot, how could he have suffered such an unexpected disaster?

At this moment, Kunpeng Ancestor's gaze toward Red Cloud Ancestor was filled with resentment and venom.

In his heart, he was already plotting how to kill Red Cloud Ancestor and vent his anger.

The struggle for seats in Purple Cloud Palace came to an end, and the positions of the Six Heavenly Dao Sages were thus decided.

The tangled love, hatred, and karmic entanglements between Red Cloud Ancestor and Kunpeng Ancestor were forged from this day onward.

Daoist Hongjun, who had been hidden deep within the Purple Cloud Palace's sacred grounds, watched this scene with a gloomy expression.

Once the ownership of the six Great Dao Mats had originally been settled, he had been prepared to make his appearance.

Yet he had not expected that the measures he had secretly laid in the chaos to obstruct the Western Two Sages, Zhunti and Jieyin, from reaching Purple Cloud Palace would be forcibly broken by them.

As a result, he could not violate the rules and could only watch helplessly as the two men of the West, Zhunti and Jieyin, seized the Great Dao seats of Red Cloud Ancestor and Kunpeng Ancestor from the Eastern Mystic Sect and took their places.

Daoist Hongjun, who had believed himself assured of victory, could not help revealing a bitter smile at this moment.

"As expected of the Heavenly Dao. It has calculated against me to the very end."

"Fate truly cannot be defied."

With a soft sigh, Daoist Hongjun had no choice but to compose himself and appear within Purple Cloud Palace.

The Grand Luo Immortals scattered throughout the countless Space-Time Realm layers of Purple Cloud Palace had originally been making friends and drawing in those of other paths.

Then, with a casual glance, they discovered that atop the high seat at the front of Purple Cloud Palace sat an elderly man with a pair of long white longevity brows, calmly watching them.

Yet his face was always shrouded in a layer of white radiance, preventing anyone from seeing the changes in the Sage's expression.

All Three Thousand Purple Cloud Guests felt their scalps tingle.

They had not even noticed when he appeared or by what method.

This terrifying and mysterious technique left them all utterly stunned.

Is this the terror of a Heavenly Dao Sage? Truly terrifying!

"I am Hongjun Daozu of Purple Cloud Palace. Today, I shall expound upon the Dao laws of the heavens for you, guide the lost, resolve your difficulties, and dispel your misfortunes."

Hongjun revealed himself and sat upon the high platform, speaking in an indifferent voice.

After delivering his opening words, Hongjun Daozu swept his gaze over the Three Thousand Purple Cloud Guests and casually added,

"Within Purple Cloud Palace, you may not move about freely. Since you have taken your seats, your ranks shall henceforth be determined by this seating order, without alteration."

The Three Thousand Purple Cloud Guests were immediately startled upon hearing this.

Yet they did not dare show any disrespect toward the Sage and promptly answered in unison.

"We shall obey the Sage's decree."

The Three Thousand Purple Cloud Guests below the platform all bowed solemnly in acknowledgment.

Yet their hearts were deeply shaken, and every one of them wore a different expression.

So the seating order truly is related to an opportunity to become a Sage.

But what opportunity could it be?

Kunpeng Ancestor sat below the platform. Hearing Sage Hongjun's words, the hatred in his heart grew even deeper.

He stared at Red Cloud Hermit as though looking at an irreconcilable enemy.

These six Great Dao Mats truly conceal a profound secret! Damn it! It is all that idiot Red Cloud's fault! He made me lose my opportunity! Detestable! Absolutely detestable!

Upon hearing this, the senior-junior brothers Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, both overjoyed.

The Three Pure Ones also looked at one another and smiled faintly.

These Great Dao Mats were indeed related to the opportunity to become Sages.

What the Three Pure Ones did not know was that even if they had not seized these three Great Dao Mat Sage seats, Hongjun Daozu would still have arranged everything for them perfectly.

It could not be helped. As Pangu orthodox successors, bearing the merit of the Great Dao's creation of heaven and earth, they had the right to be this willful.

When the sibling pair Nüwa and Fuxi heard Sage Hongjun say this, they exchanged smiles, delight rising in their hearts.

Only the Purple Cloud Guests who had failed to seize a Great Dao Mat wore miserable expressions, their spirits low.

Though they still did not know what the Great Dao Mat seats truly represented, that did not stop their imaginations from running wild.

The more they thought about it, the more depressed they became, their hearts growing heavy.

While everyone's hearts were weighed down, Hongjun Daozu casually glanced at Red Cloud Hermit, an extreme chill hidden deep within his eyes.

If not for this fellow, how could his plans have fallen through?

With a cold snort in his heart, Hongjun Daozu's gaze sweeping over the crowd suddenly paused, and he let out a soft sound of surprise.

As if unwilling to accept it, he swept his gaze over them once more.

"Among the Three Thousand Purple Cloud Guests, why are two missing?"

"Let me see who is absent."

Hongjun Daozu fell into thought, silently working his divine abilities and calculating upon his fingers.

His pupils suddenly widened.

"Why have the key protagonists of the Witch and Demon Cataclysm, the brothers Taiyi and Dijun, not come?"

"How strange!"

The Three Thousand Purple Cloud Guests had thought Sage Hongjun was about to begin expounding the Dao laws of the heavens.

Who would have thought that after looking at them, he would fall into thought again? They could not help exchanging bewildered looks.

Why are there so many strange things happening today?

Could there be something wrong with us?

Everyone was utterly confused.

Only a few of the most powerful peak Grand Luo Immortals, such as the Three Pure Ones, had flickering gazes.