Plotting for the Foundation of Sainthood, Part One

Red Cloud had obtained the Foundation of Sainthood: Primordial Purple Qi, something Daoist Ancestor Hongjun had said would go to whoever possessed the right karmic chance!

With this, aside from Mu Jizi and the Three Pure Ones—eight Saints personally designated by Hongjun—Red Cloud was the one remaining person who had obtained his prize through karmic chance. Naturally, countless great powers had set their hearts on him! Among them, none coveted it more deeply than Styx Ancestor!

At Purple Cloud Palace, one of the purple jade prayer mats should originally have belonged to Styx Ancestor. Yet because Red Cloud yielded his seat, he lost it. That would have been nothing much, but who could have expected that all eight people seated upon those purple jade prayer mats would be accepted as disciples by the Daoist Ancestor and personally designated as those destined to become Saints?

This was a tremendous karmic opportunity. Having let it slip through his fingers, one could well imagine Styx Ancestor's feelings. He did not dare resent those whom the Daoist Ancestor had designated to become Saints in the future, but toward Red Cloud, who had no particular connection to the Daoist Ancestor yet possessed such extraordinary luck, his hatred sank into his very bones!

Yes, extraordinarily lucky. In Styx Ancestor's heart, Red Cloud was someone blessed with absurdly good fortune. Otherwise, how could he lose the chance to become the Daoist Ancestor's disciple, yet still obtain a strand of Primordial Purple Qi? What he did not know was that the purple jade prayer mats were not for ordinary people to sit upon. Those able to sit there were all people of great karmic fortune, great perseverance, and great wisdom! Styx Ancestor himself fell just short. And those who fell short naturally had to undergo trials!

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