The Saintly Seats Were Settled? Kunpeng Was Unwilling to Accept It!

Tongtian looked somewhat aggrieved.

He couldn't understand. The treasures Hongjun had bestowed upon Taishang and Yuanshi were both Innate Supreme Treasures.

Why, when it came to him, had the grade of the magic treasure dropped to a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure?

Seeing Tongtian's expression, Hongjun naturally understood what he was thinking. He smiled faintly and said:

"Tongtian."

"With these four swords and the Formation Diagram, you can set up the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation."

"It is the greatest killing formation under the Heavenly Dao since the creation of the primordial universe, an unparalleled formation that commands slaughter."

"If one Saint sets up the formation, it takes four Saints working together to break it."

"Within the sword formation, its mysteries shift and change, its killing intent is boundless, and danger lurks at every turn."

"Anyone who isn't a Heavenly Dao Saint—even a Great Principle Golden Immortal—will be reduced to ashes the moment they enter."

At Hongjun's explanation, Tongtian was utterly stunned, as were the other beings present.

"The Immortal Slaying Sword Formation?"

"It takes four Saints to break?"

"Even a Great Principle Golden Immortal would perish the moment they entered?"

"And this is only a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure?"

"Isn't its power a little too great?"

"..."

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

Even Taishang and Yuanshi were shaken.

Hearing this, the grievance in Tongtian's heart instantly vanished. He hurriedly bowed to Hongjun in thanks:

"Thank you, Teacher, for bestowing these treasures!"

Only then did he happily take the Immortal-Slaying Four Swords and the Formation Diagram.

Seeing this, Qin Mu couldn't help but marvel.

Others might not know, but he understood perfectly well.

Hongjun seemed to have given the Three Pure Ones quite a few benefits.

He had bestowed Innate Supreme Treasures upon Taishang and Yuanshi: the Taiji Diagram and the Pangu Banner.

As for Tongtian, he had given him the Immortal-Slaying Four Swords and the Formation Diagram, which together formed the greatest killing formation under the Heavenly Dao.

Tongtian's treasures were unrivaled in offense, but lacking in defense.

Meanwhile, those received by Taishang and Yuanshi were more focused on both offense and defense.

In truth, this was preparation for balancing the Three Teachings in the future.

"Everything is the Heavenly Dao's design!"

After thinking it over, Qin Mu sighed inwardly.

Just then, Hongjun shifted his gaze to Nuwa.

When she saw Hongjun looking her way, Nuwa's heart stirred.

The next moment, Hongjun spoke:

"Nuwa."

"You will earn great Merit in the future and become a Saint. I bestow this Red Embroidered Ball upon you."

With that, Hongjun casually waved his hand.

A pink embroidered ball, about a foot in diameter, appeared and floated before Nuwa.

Pearl pendants hung from the entire ball, and its beaded ornaments chimed softly, while a peculiar glow shimmered around it.

"Thank you, Teacher, for bestowing this treasure!"

Nuwa paid no mind to the Red Embroidered Ball's grade. Since it was bestowed by Hongjun, it was sure to be extraordinary.

Hongjun smiled faintly, then gave Nuwa a strand of Primordial Violet Qi, a Foundation of the Great Dao, before turning his gaze to Daoist Jieyin and Daoist Zhunti of the Western Realm.

When Jieyin and Zhunti met Hongjun's gaze, they were thrilled, their eyes burning with excitement.

After a brief silence, Hongjun spoke:

"I have a great karmic connection with the Western Realm."

"You are my nominal disciples, blessed with great opportunities and good fortune. You, too, may become Saints in the future."

"I bestow upon you these two treasures: the Twelve-grade Golden Lotus of Merit and the Divine Staff of Amplification."

As he spoke, two objects appeared before Jieyin and Zhunti.

Jieyin and Zhunti were overjoyed. They hurriedly bowed to Hongjun in gratitude, then put the treasures away.

Afterward, Hongjun bestowed upon Jieyin and Zhunti two more strands of Primordial Violet Qi, Foundations of the Great Dao.

Seeing this, every being present was filled with envy.

They also realized something else.

All six of those who would become Saints in the future were seated on the cushions in the front row.

"So those six cushions were basically the seats of the Saints!"

"I knew those cushions weren't ordinary."

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

"Well, that's that. Six of the nine Saintly seats have already been taken."

"..."

The many powerful beings sighed ruefully, and quite a few regretted their choices.

As everyone lamented, Kunpeng of the Demon Race gritted his teeth in hatred.

"Damn it!"

"The seat of a Saint!"

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

Just thinking about it filled Kunpeng with seething resentment.

Then he turned his gaze toward Ancestor Hong Yun, not far away.

"It's all Hong Yun's fault!"

"If he hadn't insisted on playing the good Samaritan back then, I wouldn't have been driven off my cushion."

"Then one of those Saintly seats would have been mine."

The more Kunpeng thought about it, the deeper his hatred for Hong Yun grew.

He remembered the first time Hongjun had lectured on the Dao. Hongjun had set out six cushions, and Kunpeng had claimed one of them.

But who could have known that Jieyin and Zhunti, the two latecomers from the Western Lands, would also want to sit on the cushions?

The two didn't dare provoke the Three Pure Ones, and Nuwa was a woman, so they didn't think it appropriate to ask for her seat.

So Jieyin and Zhunti set their sights on the cushions occupied by Hong Yun and Kunpeng.

Hong Yun was renowned throughout the Primordial Land as a good Samaritan.

After Jieyin and Zhunti pleaded their case, he actually gave up his cushion.

Then Yuanshi used Kunpeng's origins as a creature born from moisture or an egg, covered in fur and horns, as an excuse to kick him off his cushion.

Seeing this, Jieyin and Zhunti didn't hesitate to claim Kunpeng's cushion for themselves.

Remembering it, Kunpeng flushed with rage.

In his eyes, it was all Hong Yun's fault that he had missed out on becoming a Saint!

"Old scoundrel Hong Yun!"

"It's all your fault! You kept me from becoming a Saint!"

Kunpeng roared inwardly, his hatred for Hong Yun reaching its peak.

Just then, Hongjun swept his gaze over the crowd and gave a slight wave of his hand. Another strand of Primordial Violet Qi appeared in his palm.

"This is the last strand of Primordial Violet Qi I possess."

"Let it go to whoever is destined to receive it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hongjun slowly opened his hand.

The strand of Primordial Violet Qi he had been holding immediately flew away, drifting back and forth above the Dao Field.

Every being present watched it with burning eyes, full of anticipation.

"The last strand of Saintly Violet Qi!"

"Give it to me!"

"My origins are extraordinary, and I have the potential to become a Saint. This Saintly Violet Qi can only belong to me!"

"..."

Just as everyone waited expectantly, the Primordial Violet Qi circling overhead suddenly darted down and landed squarely on Hong Yun.

"What?"

Seeing that the Primordial Violet Qi had chosen him, Hong Yun stared in shock.

"The Saintly Violet Qi chose me?"

"Does this mean I have a chance to become a Saint, too?"

Hong Yun muttered in a daze, still struggling to take it all in.

The other beings present looked at Hong Yun with envy, jealousy, and resentment.

But Hongjun had said that this last strand of Primordial Violet Qi would go to the one destined to receive it.

Since it had chosen Hong Yun, that meant he was the one destined to receive it.

"Grr!"

Seeing Hong Yun receive the seventh strand of Primordial Violet Qi, Kunpeng ground his teeth in frustration.

He had been seated on one of those cushions back then.

If it weren't for Hong Yun, he would have had a Saintly seat of his own by now.

Now Hong Yun, who had given up his seat back then, had also received a strand of Primordial Violet Qi. This made Kunpeng even more unwilling to accept it.

"Why?"

"Why didn't I get anything?"

"The seat of a Saint!"

Kunpeng was furious, trembling all over with rage.