Before they knew it, another 2,900 years had passed! On this day, Hongjun stopped his preaching!
At this moment, his figure had become ever more ethereal. In the hazy blur, it seemed he might vanish between Heaven and Earth at any time!
His indifferent gaze swept faintly over the mighty beings below, who had yet to savor their fill. Hongjun slowly said, "This final sermon has concluded. There are still one hundred years remaining. If you have any questions, ask them now, and I will answer them all together!"
Hearing this, Mu Jizi's mind jolted, awakening from the boundless principles of the Dao. Without a second thought, he rose and respectfully asked, "May I ask, Master, how many among your disciples may attain Sagehood?"
Having asked this question, Mu Jizi could not help but tense up. According to what he knew from later generations, seven people under the Dao Ancestor had become Saints this time. Yet eight people now sat upon the purple jade cushions! Comparing the two, he did not know whether later records were mistaken, or whether one of the eight seated here would be unable to become a Saint!
Mu Jizi's question also jolted the mighty beings awake from the elusive Heavenly Dao. Hope appeared on their faces! There were three thousand mighty beings present. Naturally, they hoped as many of Hongjun's disciples as possible would become Saints. If the chances were divided evenly, their own chances of becoming Saints would be greater as well!
As though he had not seen the expressions below, Hongjun said impassively, "Since the creation of Heaven and Earth, I have obtained a Creation Divine Artifact, governed the Heavenly Dao, and taught all living beings. Beneath the Heavenly Dao, there are nine Saints. Therefore, nine among my disciples are destined to attain