Zixiao Palace!
Hongjun sat high above the nine heavens, endless laws transforming into divine radiance as all worlds submitted.
"There shall be six Saints under my tutelage!"
He paid no heed to the yearning gazes of the others, declaring it with the weight of golden words and jade decrees.
In the sky, six strands of Primordial Violet Qi drifted before the Three Pure Ones and the others, merging with them.
Feeling the Primordial Violet Qi within them—the foundation of sainthood—the Three Pure Ones and the others rose excitedly and bowed respectfully to Hongjun.
"Thank you, Teacher, for this gift!"
Though the many Great Powers were somewhat envious and jealous at the sight, they wisely kept their thoughts to themselves.
The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and the two from the West had been personally accepted as disciples by Hongjun. Even if they had not become Saints, no one dared act recklessly before them.
Hongjun had obtained the opportunity to become a Saint and bestowed it upon his own disciples; that was only natural.
Of course, some harbored resentment.
For instance, Kunpeng, seated in the corner of the second row below.
He was Kunpeng, embodying the fastest speed in the world. During the first sermon, he had also been among the very first to arrive at Zixiao Palace.
One of the six violet-gold Cushions in the first row should originally have been his, and through it, he could have become a disciple of the Dao Ancestor.
Yet Hongyun had ruined all of it.
At this thought, his eyes filled with killing intent as he glared at an elderly man who looked like a harmless old fellow.
This man was Hongyun, who had occupied a violet-gold Cushion alongside him.
Yet after Jieyin and Zhunti put on a pitiful performance, he had given up