Contending for Saint Seats in Purple Cloud Palace

Needless to say, these two were the future-renowned leaders of the Western Teaching, Daoist Jieyin and Daoist Zhunti!

The moment they entered the light screen and saw circles upon circles of great mighty beings gathered before Purple Cloud Palace, the joy in their hearts at finding it was instantly swept away!

Just as the two were about to speak, a bell suddenly rang out with a clang. Its chime seemed like the most divinely mighty sound between heaven and earth. At the sound, all the great mighty beings shuddered and turned toward the gates of Purple Cloud Palace!

Creak!

As though doors that had not opened for hundreds of millions of years were opening at this very moment, the great mighty beings held their breath. The palace gates slowly parted, and from the darkness emerged a pair of boy and girl attendants. A vermilion mark adorned each of their brows; their lips were red, their teeth white, and their faces tender. Two tiny braids shot skyward, while bellybands wrapped around their bodies to preserve their modesty!

What a pair of golden boy and jade girl attendants!

The great mighty beings silently praised them. Then the boy attendant smiled faintly and said:

"Three thousand honored guests are gathered, and a hundred years have passed. Senior brothers, please enter quickly and listen to Teacher expound the Grand Dao!"

"Excellent!" the great mighty beings answered in unison, then surged into Purple Cloud Palace!

Inside the palace, beneath the raised platform, were seven prayer cushions refined from purple jade!

At the sight of them, the great mighty beings sensed a profound mystery. Looking at the more than two thousand ordinary cushions behind them, every one of them stirred, rushing forward! In the unseen depths, some had already understood the wondrous purpose of those seven purple-jade cushions!

At that moment, mindful of Saint Hongjun's majesty, none of the three thousand great mighty beings used any divine abilities or mana. Instead, they released their own auras, seeking to overwhelm the others and seize the purple-jade cushions beneath the platform in one stroke!

How formidable was it when three thousand great mighty beings released their auras with all their strength? The weakest among them were Primordial Unity Golden Immortals, while the strongest had reached the peak of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal. Though they feared the Saint's might and dared not employ mana or divine abilities, the auras they emitted were still beyond the endurance of ordinary people!

The two young attendants still stood beside the palace gates. How could the great mighty beings spare a thought for whether they could withstand such vast pressure? In their eyes, anyone who could serve as Saint Hongjun's attendant must surely be extraordinary. Who would have imagined that Hongjun had merely enlightened them casually when he became a Saint, and that they possessed not the slightest cultivation at present!

Faced with the auras radiating from the great mighty beings, the two attendants immediately turned pale! Beads of sweat as large as beans dripped to the floor, and their soft little faces flushed bright red from the strain!

Seeing this, Mu Jizi's heart stirred. With a casual flick of his hand, he sent out a stream of azure-green light that shielded the two attendants!

In an instant, the two attendants felt their bodies lighten, and the pressure from those of profound cultivation abruptly vanished. Seeing Mu Jizi smiling at them, their eyes immediately filled with gratitude!

Mu Jizi shook his head to show that it was nothing! But suddenly, he inwardly cried out that things were bad!

For at the instant Mu Jizi unleashed his mana to protect the two attendants, the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and Fuxi had all forced their way past him and Kunpeng, charging ahead first!

Within Purple Cloud Palace, no one was using mana or divine abilities. With those five already in front, Mu Jizi naturally could not become the one to break the mold. It was one thing to use mana just now to save the pair of attendants, but if he now used divine abilities and mana to fight over seats, he would shatter the unspoken understanding among them. Then Purple Cloud Palace would descend into chaos—where would that leave the Saint's dignity? Hongjun might not care, but no one dared test it. Even the Three Pure Ones and the others had only seized the chance at the instant Mu Jizi used his mana to break through the defenses of Mu Jizi and Kunpeng and rush ahead!

Mu Jizi was on the verge of tears, unable to stop himself from beating his chest and stamping his feet! Exchanging a glance with Kunpeng, the two said no more and hurried after the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Fuxi, and the others!

If the struggle among those at the front was already so spectacular, one could imagine the state of the more than two thousand behind them!

Cries of pain, roars, and curses rang out without end! One great mighty being was even knocked to the ground by the others, only for countless large feet to trample over him! In an instant, he lost all face; in the future, he would inevitably be too ashamed to leave his residence and face anyone!

Under ordinary circumstances, such a thing would have been utterly impossible. Those who had found Purple Cloud Palace were all people of immense fortune, and their strength could not be weak. They ought to have stood at the summit of the Primordial Wilderness's pyramid, yet now they were being trampled brutally into the ground! What a tremendous irony!

Though it seemed long in the telling, it all happened in an instant!

At this moment, the tragedy behind them continued, while the Three Pure Ones each took a step forward and claimed the three purple-jade cushions on the right beneath the platform. They sat according to seniority, calm and composed as though nothing had happened!

Fuxi and Nuwa followed close behind. Fuxi helped Nuwa onto the fourth purple-jade cushion, and just as he was about to sit on the fifth, a shadow flashed past. Mu Jizi had seized the instant when Fuxi was helping Nuwa take her seat and promptly planted his butt firmly on the fifth purple-jade cushion!

Fuxi could only shake his head helplessly. When he looked toward the sixth and seventh purple-jade cushions, he was instantly dumbfounded!

Several shadows were squeezing and shoving against one another, person pushing person—what face was there to speak of? Seeing this, Fuxi shook his head, sighed, and sat cross-legged behind his younger sister Nuwa!

It was not that Fuxi was aloof; rather, the Heavenly Dao had decreed that he had no fate with the seven Saint seats!

At this moment, the battle for seats had reached its most thrilling point. The first five seats had already been decided, leaving only the final two!

Originally, Kunpeng had been together with Mu Jizi, so the sixth purple-jade cushion should have been his long ago. But Red Cloud could not bear to see his old enemy Kunpeng gain the upper hand. Secretly playing a trick, he took a stride and squeezed in front of Kunpeng!

Kunpeng froze, then his eyes widened. He opened his huge mouth and made as though to inhale!

At once, Red Cloud was frightened out of his wits. How could he still dare contend with Kunpeng for the sixth purple-jade cushion? In a fluster, he hurriedly sat on the seventh purple-jade cushion!

Seeing this, Kunpeng grinned. Just as he was about to take the sixth purple-jade cushion, a blood-red shadow flashed past! Then a lean Daoist exuding an intense, bloody aura sat cross-legged upon the sixth purple-jade cushion!

This lean Daoist was naturally the future-renowned Styx Ancestor!

In an instant, Kunpeng flew into a rage, inwardly cursing, What a thieving Daoist! Truly shameless beyond measure! Taking advantage of this ancestor's inattention, he actually stole this ancestor's seat!

Though he thought this, he did not dare say it aloud. There was no other reason than that Mu Jizi's seizure of the fifth purple-jade cushion had also been somewhat less than honorable!

Kunpeng swore viciously in his heart and was about to erupt when Mu Jizi suddenly transmitted his voice to him. "Worthy younger brother, do not stir up further trouble. Those two will not keep their seats for long. Come sit behind me for now!"

Hearing this, Kunpeng was half convinced and half doubtful. But since his elder brother had spoken, he could only glare fiercely at Styx Ancestor on the sixth purple-jade cushion, then sit behind Mu Jizi with great reluctance!

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