Primordial Wilderness: I Repeatedly Offered Poisonous Schemes! Houtu Advised Me to Calm Down

That's right, countless experts could read a terrifying fury from this dreadful saintly might.

Countless laws of heaven and earth were suppressed by the saintly might, and the gods' earth-shattering battle power was slashed by more than half.

The entire primordial wilderness suddenly fell silent.

The power of all the flames of war rapidly dissipated.

Under the suppression of the saintly might, the force destroying the innate Bodhi tree gradually faded away.

But the tree was almost nothing more than a wooden stick.

A faint trace of true spirit lingered on it.

Zhunti was as good as dead.

There might be a chance of return, but at the very least, it would inevitably be a long time.

Chu Xuan let out a long breath, feeling a bit elated.

"It worked!"

Whether Zhunti died or not didn't matter; in fact, it was best if he didn't die, at least not at this moment.

That way, he could hold up Hongjun for longer.

Hongjun bore the karma of the West. A death didn't necessarily erase the debt, but it would still ease his burden considerably.

Because Jieyin was still alive, he could bear most of the karma. Even if some backlash occurred, he could find a way to make up for it.

Though Hongjun might not choose that path, given he was at a critical moment of merging with the Dao.

But this state—as good as dead yet not dead—was even more troublesome for Hongjun.

Since Zhunti wasn't dead, the karma still had to fall on him.

Reviving Zhunti wasn't hard, but it required time, and time was what they lacked most.

Bringing a great cultivator back from death was no easy feat, even for a saint.

Otherwise, when Fuxi died in the future, why would Nuwa have him reincarnate into the human race and walk the path of the human sage emperor?

Naturally, because reviving a great cultivator meant restoring not just their life, but also their Dao laws.

The Dao laws had to be cultivated anew, and a new Dao fruit had to be formed.

Even if it was faster than for ordinary beings, it would still take a considerable time, because they had lost their most crucial innate sacred foundation.

The foundation of being a Golden Immortal of the Great Luo from birth!

Thus, even a saint's elder brother needed the tailwind of humanity's destined era to reestablish his Dao.

"The saint seat has changed hands!"

Fuxi, standing nearby, suddenly spoke.

What Chu Xuan saw, Fuxi also saw—or rather, many great cultivators saw it.

Zhunti might still have a chance to return, but the saint seat couldn't fall to someone who hadn't even re-cultivated the Great Luo Golden Immortal Dao fruit.

Countless experts had gotten what they wanted, but never expected it to happen this way.

Through Zhunti's death and the saint seat becoming masterless.

No one got the saint seat, but every expert had a chance to obtain it.

Under normal circumstances, no one would choose this path, but it had to be said, it felt like the most suitable way under the current calamity.

Because too many experts were contending, and the karma was too dense. Directly monopolizing a cushion had become extremely difficult.

Normally, without Hongjun's descent, these maniacs might have just killed all the future saints and reestablished the cushion seats.

But now, Hongjun had descended!

"Maybe this isn't so bad. At least there's a saint seat up for grabs."

At that moment, even Dijun, who should have been furious, felt his heart stir.

He ruled the demon court. Even if there were minor frictions within the court, with so many Golden Immortals of the Great Luo losing their chance, they would surely support me!

There's no reason I shouldn't make it!

Fuxi's mind also wavered. He had a saint for a sister, so his chances weren't small either.

As for the other great cultivators and Golden Immortals of the Great Luo, needless to say, even the usually steady and homebound Queen Mother of the West felt her heart skip a beat or two.

Heaven and earth fell silent. Hongjun finally descended.

He looked complexly at the innate Bodhi tree, nearly reduced to a wooden pole.

Jieyin, protected by the dragon race, rushed out immediately and hugged the pole, wailing loudly.

"Junior brother, junior brother! It's this senior brother's fault for not protecting you well, junior brother!"

"We two brothers lived in the barren Western lands, cultivating diligently day and night, never making enemies with anyone. How could such a disaster befall us, junior brother!"

"How could something like this happen! We were just cultivating peacefully in our mountain gate, and suddenly a villain descended from the sky!"

"Teacher, please take pity and gather the Dao for my junior brother. We in the West suffer so much, we brothers suffer so much!"

The Gods watched Jieyin begin his act—never mentioning the Dao Ancestor by name, yet every word revolved around him.

He repeatedly used the Western Land as leverage, constantly harping on his own hardships.

Delusionally trying the same old trick to claim a Cushion.

Once, the Gods were naive and didn't understand, thinking it was a loss of face. But ever since they learned the Cushions were Saint Positions, all the Gods saw these two as nothing but schemers.

Now he was crying and sniveling—why hadn't he rushed out earlier? Instead, he waited until the Dao Ancestor descended before suddenly bursting forth.

Bah, shameless!

Yet, the Gods couldn't help but feel a bit tense.

Because what if the Dao Ancestor actually fell for this?

What if he revived Zhunti, took pity on him, and kept the Saint Position for him?

Even if Zhunti couldn't become a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, waiting for him to cultivate anew—then they'd be dumbfounded!

The Gods were nervous but dared not interrupt.

After all, they too had violated the tacit understanding of the lecture and brewed a Calamity of Killing.

A long while passed, after Jieyin had wept for half a day.

Hongjun finally spoke.

But the topic didn't touch on Zhunti at all.

Instead, he talked about the Saint Positions.

This drew the delighted attention of countless Gods, who strained their ears to listen.

"Karma brews the Calamity of Killing!"

"This is the uncertain thread of heavenly fate within the Cushions!"

"Yet, the myriad beings are innocent. I cannot bear it. Henceforth, I decree the Contest for the Cushions. Those upon the Cushions shall be my disciples, with the opportunity to become Saints in the future!"

"The Three Pure Ones, transformed from Pangu's Primordial Spirit, have deep roots and bear the merit of Creation. They have the chance to become Saints and shall be my direct disciples!"

"Nuwa, transformed from the primordial yin energy, possesses vast blessings and the chance to become a Saint in the future. She too may be a direct disciple!"

"Jieyin bears the fate of the Western Land and the Karma of the West. This old man, thick-skinned as I am, begs for him a future chance at Sainthood. He may be a nominal disciple!"

"Heaven has ordained eight Saints. The remaining two are opportunities for the future Gods! If fate allows, any may become a Saint!"

As these words fell.

From the vast heavens above, the Heavenly Dao descended, purple qi spreading eastward, flooding the entire Primordial Wilderness.

Between the resonances of the Great Dao.

Countless Gods came to understand.

Thus, the five future Saints were set, never to be contested again!

But there were still two Saints!

Well killed!

Suddenly, even Di Jun's mind flashed with that thought.

Because with the Dao Ancestor Hongjun's earlier words, those six Saint Positions had long been predetermined.

The Three Pure Ones, as Pangu's Primordial Spirit with Creation merit, were destined to become Saints. Nuwa also had some future blessing.

Jieyin had the Western Karma, meant to repay the debt the Dao Ancestor incurred when he became a Saint.

If Zhunti hadn't died, he too would likely have claimed one.

Leaving them with only one Saint Position—how damnable!

Now that Zhunti was dead, everyone had one more chance!

Good, good!

If not for fear of angering the Dao Ancestor—since that Karma of Zhunti's probably still needed repaying by him, and he was likely annoyed—the Gods would have danced for joy!