Primordial Purple Qi

"Performing great merits in the Honghuang Heaven and Earth, gaining recognition from the Heavenly Dao, and receiving boundless merit. With the power of merit, one can also attain the Sage position. This method is the easiest, but the Sage achieved this way is the weakest in strength, and their Primordial Spirit is entrusted to the Heavenly Dao, subject to its deepest restraint."

The three methods of attaining Sagehood were clearly laid out before everyone.

Xuanqing listened, and his resolve for his own path grew even firmer.

Becoming a Sage through Strength was out of the question; Slaying Three Corpses was too slow and required top-tier Innate Spiritual Treasures.

Only the path of Merit, combined with his own double-merit fortune, was the most suitable route for him!

"May I ask, Teacher, what constitutes great merit?" Nüwa stood up and asked respectfully.

Hongjun Dao Ancestor glanced at her and said slowly, "Mending heaven and earth, creating living beings—these are all great merits."

Nüwa sat back down, lost in thought.

At that moment, Jieyin Daoist from the Western Lands stood up with a look of suffering on his face.

"Teacher, in your compassion, the Western Lands are barren, Spiritual Veins are broken, and living beings are scarce. How can we attain Sagehood?"

Xuanqing rolled his eyes from behind.

Here it comes again—the classic poverty plea.

Hongjun Dao Ancestor's expression remained unchanged. "You have great Karma with the Western Lands. You should establish a great sect, make great vows, and teach the living beings of the West. This, too, can lead to Sagehood."

Jieyin and Zunti exchanged glances, joy spreading across their faces.

"May I ask, Teacher, our Witch Clan does not cultivate the Primordial Spirit, only the physical body. Is there a way for us to become Sages?"

Dijiang, one of the Twelve Ancestral Mages, stood up and asked in a deep, rumbling voice.

Hongjun Dao Ancestor shook his head. "You were born from Pangu's essence blood, with naturally formidable physical bodies, but your Primordial Spirits are flawed. You have no connection to the Sage position."

The Twelve Ancestral Mages' faces all darkened at this.

"Teacher, our Demon Race governs all living beings in Honghuang and orders the order of heaven and earth. If we can unify Honghuang, can we attain Sagehood?" Dijun also stood up to ask.

"Yes." Hongjun replied with only a single word.

A sharp gleam flashed in Dijun's eyes, his heart brimming with ambition.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the Purple Cloud Palace grew tense.

Everyone harbored their own thoughts, each calculating their path to Sagehood.

Hongjun Dao Ancestor observed the expressions of the crowd but said nothing more.

He continued his lecture, this time no longer speaking of specific methods, but of the profound and unfathomable Dao of Sages.

All beneath a Sage are mere ants.

A single thought can know past and future; a single palm can annihilate endless time and space.

The listeners were shaken to their cores, their longing for the Sage realm reaching its peak.

Xuanqing also listened intently. Though he already knew these theories, having the Dao Ancestor personally expound them, with the Dao Rhyme contained within, was still immensely beneficial for consolidating his Golden Immortal Realm and understanding the laws.

Three thousand years of lecturing passed in the blink of an eye before the Sage Dao.

When Hongjun Dao Ancestor's voice ceased, the three thousand Red Dust Guests in the Purple Cloud Palace awoke as if from a dream, each with a lingering look of unsatisfied yearning on their faces.

Hongjun Dao Ancestor swept his gaze across the crowd, his expression calm, yet it made every great power hold their breath.

He slowly opened his palm, and six purple streams of energy appeared out of nowhere, radiating the supreme aura of the Great Dao.

"These are the Primordial Purple Qi, the Foundation of Sagehood. Under the Heavenly Dao, the Sage positions are fixed. There shall be six Sages."

Here it comes!

Everyone's eyes turned red, their breathing becoming heavy and ragged.

Primordial Purple Qi! Obtain it and become a Sage! What a tremendous temptation!

"Three Pure Ones, you are the Pangu Orthodox, bearing the merit of creating heaven and earth. You shall have three Sage positions."

Hongjun Dao Ancestor flicked his finger, and three streams of Primordial Purple Qi turned into streaks of light, instantly sinking into the brows of Taishang, Yuanshi, and Tongtian.

The Three Pure Ones' bodies trembled, Dao Rhyme flowing around them, their auras becoming even more profound and unfathomable. They rose together and bowed respectfully to Hongjun.

"Thank you, Teacher!"

Xuanqing nodded approvingly from behind.

Next, Hongjun's gaze fell on Nüwa.

"Nüwa, you will perform great merits for Honghuang in the future. You, too, shall have one Sage position."

The fourth stream of Primordial Purple Qi flew out and merged into Nüwa's body. Joy spread across Nüwa's face as she quickly bowed in thanks.

At this point, two streams of Primordial Purple Qi remained.

The tension in the Purple Cloud Palace reached its peak.

Jieyin and Zunti from the Western Lands wore expressions of even deeper suffering, on the verge of outright weeping.

"Teacher, in your compassion! The Western Lands are barren! Without a Sage to teach them, where will the billions of living beings go?" Zunti even knelt prostrate on the ground, tears and snot streaming down his face.

Xuanqing's eye twitched. With acting like that, it was a crime he hadn't won a Little Golden Man.

Hongjun Dao Ancestor seemed to have long anticipated this. His expression flat, he said, "In the future, you shall establish great teachings and issue the Forty-Eight Great Vows, and you may obtain the Sage Thrones."

As he spoke, the last two strands of Primordial Purple Qi flew toward Jieyin and Zunti.

The two were overjoyed and kowtowed repeatedly: "Thank you, Teacher, for your grace!"

With that, the distribution of the six Sage Thrones was complete.

Those great powers who had not obtained a strand of Primordial Purple Qi—such as Dijun, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Kunpeng, and Minghe—wore expressions full of disappointment and unwillingness.

Kunpeng, in particular, shot venomous glances back and forth between Hongyun and Zunti.

If not for Hongyun giving up his seat back then, how could Zunti have sat on the Prayer Mat and obtained such a heaven-defying opportunity!

Just as everyone thought the matter was settled, a strand of Primordial Purple Qi suddenly appeared out of thin air in Hongjun Dao Ancestor's hand!

The seventh!

The entire Purple Cloud Palace instantly erupted into an uproar!

"How is there another one?"

"Could it be that there are more than six Sage Thrones?"

Everyone's gaze locked onto that seventh strand of Primordial Purple Qi, the greed in their eyes nearly materializing.

Xuanqing's heart also leaped into his throat.

"Here comes the script! Old Ancestor Hongyun, are you ready?"

He subconsciously looked at Hongyun. This First Good Man of Honghuang was also trembling with excitement, his eyes full of longing.

According to the original plot, this strand of Purple Qi would be bestowed upon Hongyun by Hongjun, then bring him deadly disaster.

But what Hongjun said next left everyone stunned.

"Under the Heavenly Dao, there are six Sage Thrones. This is a fixed number."

"Yet within the fixed number, there is also a variable."

Hongjun's voice was ethereal and elusive.

"This seventh strand of Primordial Purple Qi is the One That Escaped the Heavenly Dao, the beginning of the variable. It does not belong to the Sage Thrones, yet it concerns a thread of life in the future."

"This Qi shall choose its own master from the Honghuang Heaven and Earth."

Having said this, Hongjun's indifferent, emotionless gaze seemed to pause on Xuanqing for a fleeting moment.

Xuanqing's entire body stiffened!

What did this mean? This was completely different from what he had expected!

Countless thoughts flashed through Xuanqing's mind in an instant, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

While everyone was still pondering Hongjun's cryptic words, the Dao Ancestor lightly waved his hand.

That seventh strand of Primordial Purple Qi transformed into a streak of light, piercing straight through the walls of the Purple Cloud Palace, vanishing into the endless Chaos, flying toward the direction of the Honghuang continent!

"This..."

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Not bestowed upon anyone, just thrown away?

What kind of move was that?

After a brief silence came a sky-shaking uproar!

Dijun, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Kunpeng, Minghe, Zhenyuanzi... nearly every great power's eyes blazed with unprecedented brilliance.

Thrown away?

Thrown away was good!

Thrown into the Honghuang continent meant that everyone had a chance!

In an instant, undercurrents surged within the Purple Cloud Palace. Many had already begun planning how to search for this Foundation of Sagehood once the sermon ended.

Xuanqing was also stunned speechless.

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