The Saint's Seat is Decided? The Unreconciled Kunpeng!

Tongtian looked somewhat aggrieved.

He couldn't understand why Hongjun had bestowed innate supreme treasures upon both Taishang and Yuanshi.

Why, when it came to him, did the grade of the treasure drop to a top-grade innate spiritual treasure?

Seeing Tongtian like this, Hongjun naturally understood what was on his mind and said with a faint smile:

"Tongtian."

"These four swords, combined with the formation diagram, can set up the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation."

"It is the number one killing formation under Heaven since the dawn of Primordial Chaos, a supreme formation that governs slaughter and destruction."

"Once a saint sets up this formation, it cannot be broken unless four saints join forces."

"Within the sword formation lies profound mystery and endless change, boundless killing intent, and myriad mortal dangers."

"Unless one is a Heavenly Dao Saint, even a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal who enters this formation will be reduced to ashes in an instant."

As Hongjun explained this, Tongtian was stunned, and the other beings present were equally astonished.

"The Immortal Slaying Sword Formation?"

"Unbreakable except by four saints?"

"Even a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal perishes the moment they enter?"

"Is this still considered a top-grade innate spiritual treasure?"

"Its power is far too great!"

"..."

The many beings exclaimed in admiration, their faces full of envy.

Even Taishang and Yuanshi were shaken.

Upon hearing this, Tongtian's earlier grievance instantly dissipated, and he quickly bowed deeply to Hongjun:

"Many thanks, Teacher, for bestowing this treasure!"

Having said this, he cheerfully accepted the Immortal-Slaying Four Swords and the formation diagram.

Qin Mu watched this scene and sighed inwardly.

Others might not know, but he understood all too well.

On the surface, Hongjun had given the Three Pure Ones many benefits.

He had bestowed upon Taishang and Yuanshi the innate supreme treasures, the Taiji Diagram and the Pangu Banner.

And to Tongtian, he had given the Immortal-Slaying Four Swords and the formation diagram, which, when set up, formed the number one killing formation under Heaven.

The treasure Tongtian received was unmatched in slaughter but lacked in defense.

Meanwhile, what Taishang and Yuanshi obtained was more balanced, covering both offense and defense.

In truth, this was all preparation for the future balance of the Three Teachings.

"Everything is the calculation of the Heavenly Dao!"

After a moment of thought, Qin Mu sighed quietly.

Just then, Hongjun's gaze shifted and landed on Nuwa.

Seeing Hongjun look her way, Nuwa's heart stirred with emotion.

The next moment, Hongjun spoke:

"Nuwa."

"In the future, you shall perform great meritorious deeds and may attain sainthood. This Red Embroidered Ball is bestowed upon you!"

With that, Hongjun waved his hand.

Immediately, a pink embroidered ball, about a foot in diameter, descended and hovered before Nuwa.

The entire ball was adorned with tassels and hanging pearls, its rings and pendants chiming softly, radiating a unique, subtle light.

"Many thanks, Teacher, for bestowing this treasure!"

Nuwa did not concern herself with the grade of the Red Embroidered Ball. Since it was given by Hongjun, it was surely extraordinary.

Hongjun smiled faintly, then parted with a strand of Primordial Violet Qi, the foundation of the Great Dao, and gave it to Nuwa. Only then did he turn his gaze to the western Daoists, Jieyin and Zhunti.

Meeting Hongjun's gaze, Jieyin and Zhunti were filled with excitement, their eyes burning with fervor.

After a moment of silence, Hongjun spoke:

"I share a great karmic bond with the West."

"You two are my registered disciples, bearing great opportunities and great fortune. In the future, you too may attain sainthood."

"This Twelve-grade Golden Lotus of Merit and the Divine Staff of Amplification are bestowed upon you two."

As he finished speaking, two objects materialized before Jieyin and Zhunti.

Overjoyed, Jieyin and Zhunti quickly bowed to Hongjun in gratitude, then stowed the treasures away.

After that, Hongjun bestowed two more strands of Primordial Violet Qi, the foundation of the Great Dao, upon Jieyin and Zhunti.

Seeing this, every living being present was filled with envy.

Beyond that, they all understood.

The six who would become Saints in the future were all seated on the first row of cattail mats.

"So those six cattail mats are equivalent to the positions of Saints!"

"I knew those mats weren't ordinary."

"If I'd known earlier, I should have fought for one no matter what!"

"Well, there are nine Saint positions, and six are already taken."

Many Great Experts sighed with emotion, and quite a few regretted their past inaction.

While the crowd was lamenting, Kunpeng of the Demon Race gnashed his teeth in hatred.

"Damn it!!"

"A Saint's position!"

"And the Dao Ancestor even bestowed top-tier magic treasures."

Just thinking about it, Kunpeng's heart seethed with boundless hatred.

Then, his gaze shifted toward Old Ancestor Hongyun not far away.

"It's all that Hongyun's fault!"

"If he hadn't played the good Samaritan back then, I wouldn't have been driven off the mat."

"Then that Saint position would have been mine as well."

The more he thought about it, the more Kunpeng's hatred for Hongyun grew.

He recalled how, during Hongjun's first sermon, six cattail mats had been set out, and he had originally occupied one.

But who would have thought that the two latecomers from the Western Realm, Jieyin and Zhunti, also wanted to sit on the mats?

They didn't dare provoke the Three Pure Ones, and since Nuwa was a woman, they found it awkward to ask for her seat.

So Jieyin and Zhunti set their sights on the mats occupied by Hongyun and Kunpeng.

Hongyun was famously the good-hearted old man of the Primordial Land.

After Jieyin and Zhunti poured out their grievances, he simply gave up his mat.

After that, Yuanshi, citing that Kunpeng was born of moisture and eggs, with fur and horns, directly kicked him off his mat.

Seeing this, Jieyin and Zhunti naturally didn't hold back and took Kunpeng's mat for themselves.

Recalling this, Kunpeng's face flushed red with rage.

In his view, losing the Saint position was entirely Hongyun's fault!

"Old villain Hongyun!"

"It's all your fault I can't become a Saint!"

Kunpeng roared inwardly, his hatred for Hongyun reaching its peak.

Just then, Hongjun swept his gaze across the crowd and lightly waved his hand. From his palm, another strand of Primordial Violet Qi appeared.

"This is the last strand of Primordial Violet Qi in my possession."

"It will go to whoever has the fate for it."

As his words fell, Hongjun slowly opened his hand.

When they looked again, the strand of Primordial Violet Qi that had been clenched in his hand flew out, drifting back and forth above the Dao Field.

Every living being present stared with burning eyes, full of anticipation.

"The last strand of Saintly Violet Qi!"

"Give it to me!"

"My origins are extraordinary; I have the potential to become a Saint. This Saintly Violet Qi is rightfully mine!"

Just as everyone was brimming with expectation, the Primordial Violet Qi hovering above suddenly flashed down and landed directly on Hongyun.

"What?"

Seeing that the Primordial Violet Qi had chosen him, Hongyun was stunned.

"The Saintly Violet Qi chose me?"

"Does that mean I also have a chance to become a Saint?"

Hongyun muttered in shock, still not fully processing it.

The other living beings present looked at Hongyun with a mix of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

But Hongjun also said that the final strand of Primordial Violet Qi would go to whoever was fated to obtain it.

Since it had chosen Hongyun, that meant Hongyun was indeed that fated person.

"Krr!"

Seeing that the seventh strand of Primordial Violet Qi had been obtained by Hongyun, Kunpeng ground his teeth in hatred.

After all, back then, he had been the one to sit on that cattail cushion.

If not for Hongyun's interference, a seat among the Saints would have been his by right.

Now, even Hongyun, who had once given up his seat, had gained a strand of Primordial Violet Qi—this only deepened Kunpeng's resentment.

"Why?"

"Why have I gained nothing?"

"The seat of a Saint!"

Kunpeng's heart seethed with extreme displeasure, his entire body trembling with rage.