Dijun's announcement rang out like thunder from the highest heavens.
Beneath the sacrificial altar, countless members of the Demon Race heard him and were utterly shocked.
After a brief silence, frenzied cheers and shouts erupted below:
"Become a Saint?"
"Today?"
"Wonderful!"
"Long live His Majesty!"
"Heaven bless our Demon Race! His Majesty is sure to become a Saint!"
"..."
Countless demons trembled with excitement, their eyes blazing with fervor.
In their eyes, if Dijun truly succeeded in attaining Sagehood, then it wouldn't be long before the Demon Race dominated the Primordial Wilderness.
At the same time, the great powers of the Primordial Wilderness who were secretly observing the scene were all stunned by Dijun's words.
"What?"
"Did I hear that right?"
"Dijun actually said he's going to become a Saint today?"
"What a joke!"
"What does he think attaining Sagehood is? Does he think he can succeed just by saying so?"
"Without the Primordial Violet Qi, the foundation for becoming a Saint, what can he possibly rely on?"
"Could he be planning to follow Great God Pangu and attain the Dao Through Strength? To attain Primordial Grand Unity?"
"That's sheer wishful thinking!"
"Did he summon countless members of the Demon Race just so they could watch him make a fool of himself?"
"..."
The assembled great powers were secretly astonished.
They paid no heed to what Dijun had said.
Some even thought he was simply making a joke of himself.
After all, everyone knew that one could not become a Saint without the Primordial Violet Qi.
Meanwhile.
At Shouyang Mountain, in the Eight Sceneries Palace.
Taishang Saint raised his eyes slightly. His gaze pierced through endless space and time, settling on the place where the Demon Race had gathered.
Hearing Dijun's words, a look of disdain appeared on his face.