"Who knows?"
Dijiang toyed with the Primordial Purple Qi in his hand, its mysterious purple radiance shimmering as a knowing smile curled his lips.
"Who can become a Sage, how many Sage Seats there are-all of that came from that old schemer Hongjun. Since he merged with the Dao, naturally, he has the final say over the rules of Heaven's Way."
"But Heaven's Way has a limited capacity. There must be an upper limit to the number of Sages. I reckon there can be no more than nine."
"Nine is the ultimate number." Zhu Jiuyin nodded in agreement.
As Dijiang gazed at the Primordial Purple Qi in his hand, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
In the Primordial World's original course, this seventh strand of Primordial Purple Qi had been shattered into three pieces when Hong Yun self-destructed.
Later, when the Human Clan flourished and the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors ruled the world, this strand of Primordial Purple Qi reappeared. Divided into three, it granted the Three Human Emperors ranks equal to those of Sages.
But now, this strand of Primordial Purple Qi had fallen into his hands, and he had given it to Houtu.
"Without this strand of Primordial Purple Qi, will the future Three Human Emperors still be able to assume their rightful positions?"
"And what methods will that old schemer Hongjun use to patch this hole in the grand course of Heaven's Way?"
At the thought, curiosity and anticipation flickered in Dijiang's eyes.
The flutter of his butterfly wings had already twisted the Primordial World's story beyond recognition.
He very much wanted to see how Hongjun, the spokesman for Heaven's Way, would respond to a situation slipping out of his control.
"Big Brother, what are you thinking about?" Seeing Dijiang staring absently at the Primordial