Demanding the Positions of Three Saints from the Heavenly Dao

"My condition is simple."

Qin Mu held up one finger, looked at Hongjun, and said slowly, word by word.

"I want three Saint positions."

Boom!

The moment those words left his mouth, it was as though even time flowing through the River of Forgetfulness had frozen.

Empress Pingxin's beautiful eyes, accustomed to the cycle of life and death and meant to remain undisturbed by any wave, widened round. She instinctively covered her crimson lips with a hand, while unprecedented, towering waves surged through her heart.

Three Saint positions?

What kind of concept was that?

This was no longer a lion opening its jaws wide. He was treating the Heavenly Dao like a pig to be slaughtered!

Since the creation of heaven and earth, the number of Heavenly Dao Saints had been fixed. Every Saint represented a portion of the Heavenly Dao's source authority, a cornerstone of order in the Great Desolation World.

And Qin Mu was asking for three the instant he opened his mouth?

What did he intend to do? Who did he plan to give those three Saint positions to?

Could it be that he wanted to create three more Saints by his own power?

This was simply rewriting the fundamental rules of the entire Great Desolation World!

Compared to Empress Pingxin's shock, Hongjun's reaction was even more intense.

That indistinct face formed from the laws of the Heavenly Dao twisted violently. Rage he could no longer suppress rose from him, causing the entire space of the Nether Underworld to ripple violently.

"Qin Mu! Do not go too far!"

For the first time, Hongjun's voice carried unconcealed fury and sharpness.

"Do you know what three Saint positions mean? It means gouging three cores directly out of the Heavenly Dao's source! Every one of them would be enough to