Outside the pavilion, purple qi unfurled and curled, and time flowed by without a sound.
Hongjun could not help thinking back to countless Yuanhui ago, when Purple Cloud Palace first opened and the Three Thousand Guests came to pay court.
At that time, Bei Ming had managed to stand out in the struggle for the Prayer Mats, firmly securing a seat and preserving one more Saint Position for the lineage of the Mystic Gate orthodoxy.
Because of this anomaly, Hongjun had developed a measure of attention and goodwill toward him, different from what he felt for the other listeners of the Dao.
Originally, he had thought that Bei Ming's ability to claim a prayer mat might perhaps be the peak stage of his Luck.
After that, he would likely proceed step by step, accumulating Merit, comprehending Heavenly Secrets, following the grand momentum of the Heavenly Dao to scrape together a Saint Position, and rank near the bottom among the Saints.
Hongjun had not held any overly high hopes that Bei Ming would surpass the Three Pure Ones.
Yet the disciple no one had been optimistic about proved the most capable.
With his original Kun Peng roots, by all rights, it should have been extremely difficult for him to contend with the Three Pure Ones, who possessed orthodox origins and connected Luck, in the subsequent struggle over the Saintly Dao and the bargaining between sects.
To prevent Bei Ming, after attaining Sainthood, from being bullied too miserably by the Three Pure Ones, to the point that his orthodoxy no longer existed and he took some extreme action that harmed Honghuang...
Hongjun had already made many considerations on Fenbao Cliff.
The Innate Five Directions Flags had peerless defense, and could even set up the formation. They were the complete set of Spirit