Immortals Clash, Cushions Claimed

Their bones crackled explosively, their faces swelling purple-red.

Their eyes brimmed with humiliation and despair, yet they could not move even a finger.

Even the foremost great powers changed expression at this moment,

each displaying their abilities and bringing out their most precious life-saving trump cards.

"Heaven and Earth Black-Yellow, protect my true body!"

Laozi shouted softly, and a small black-yellow pagoda abruptly rose above his head.

It was the foremost acquired merit treasure, the Heaven and Earth Black-Yellow Exquisite Pagoda!

Billions of streams of black-yellow mother qi descended, firmly shielding the Three Pure Ones within as they strode forward beneath the Saint's pressure.

Elsewhere, Di Jun decisively brought forth the River Chart and Luo Writing, their starlight curtain flowing.

Ancestor Minghe stood atop the Twelve-Rank Karma Fire Red Lotus, with towering karma flames burning through the void,

resisting that omnipresent sense of oppression.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches roared in unison, their surging blood and qi shooting into the heavens,

and charged forward against the pressure through the Pangu True Body.

For a time, treasures and immortal lights of every kind shone against one another across the white jade plaza.

Everyone's faces were flushed red as they desperately squeezed toward the hall.

Yet among these great powers, who were gritting their teeth and straining until veins bulged from their foreheads, one figure

seemed utterly different, even completely out of place.

It was a young man dressed in a moon-white Daoist robe.

Li Qingxiao brought forth no earthshaking treasure, nor did he erupt with a roar that would intimidate the immortals.

He simply walked calmly amid the crowd, while the phantom of a sacred, flawless Twelve-Rank White Lotus faintly circulated and flickered beneath his feet.

The heaven-defying trait of Ten Thousand Laws Immunity had been driven to its utmost limit at this moment!

The terrifying Saint's pressure, enough to make Daluo Golden Immortals struggle to take a step, fell within three feet of Li Qingxiao

like a clay ox sinking into the sea, instantly broken down and purified by that supreme World-Purifying Light,

turning into gentle wisps of breeze.

Li Qingxiao clasped his hands behind his back and moved with unhurried composure, as though strolling through his own backyard.

He did not appear to be walking quickly, but every step contained the profound truth of Shrinking Space to Inches.

His speed was not the slightest bit slower than Laozi beneath the Xuanhuang Pagoda or Taiyi wielding the Chaos Bell!

This bizarre sight immediately caught the attention of several nearby top-tier great powers.

Ancestor Minghe, who was gritting his teeth as he charged ahead, turned and glimpsed Li Qingxiao's relaxed manner. His mouth twitched violently as stormy waves rose in his heart:

Who exactly is this man? He did not even use a treasure, yet he can ignore a Saint's pressure with nothing but the divine light protecting his body? Since when did the Primordial World produce such a monster?!

Di Jun's pupils also contracted slightly as he secretly engraved Li Qingxiao's appearance deep into his mind,

listing him as an extremely dangerous figure who absolutely could not be provoked lightly.

Li Qingxiao paid no heed to the shocked gazes around him. With a casual flick of his sleeve, amid the heavy panting of the great powers,

he crossed the lofty purple-gold threshold first like a wisp of breeze and entered Purple Heaven Palace's main hall.

The instant he entered, the space opened up vastly.

The hall was not laid out like an ordinary palace. It was actually a vast universe unto itself.

Stars revolved overhead, while Dao essence flowed beneath his feet.

Before the void platform at the front of the hall sat six purple-gold cushions, quietly radiating dense Primordial Purple Qi and endless Great Dao laws!

"Those are..."

The Three Pure Ones, Di Jun, Nuwa, and the others who rushed into the hall afterward saw the six cushions,

and everyone stopped breathing.

The instinctive forewarning of Daluo Golden Immortals screamed madly in warning:

Those six cushions were no ordinary seats. They certainly represented an unimaginably great opportunity!

Perhaps they even pointed directly toward the supreme Great Dao Sage Seats!

"Take them!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the most brutal melee instantly erupted within the hall!

"I am of the Orthodox Lineage of Pangu. I should occupy the foremost position!"

Laozi shouted, and the Heaven and Earth Black-Yellow Exquisite Pagoda blazed with light, forcibly smashing open the void ahead.

With a sweep of his sleeve, he took Yuanshi and Tongtian with him, transforming into three streams of clear qi,

and, without any suspense, plopped down onto the first three cushions.

The profound foundation of the Orthodox Lineage of Pangu was fully revealed at this moment.

"Little sister, go!"

Before the fourth cushion, Fuxi endured the price of having his primordial spirit injured by the surrounding great powers' magic power.

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood essence, formed seals with both hands, and forcibly sent Nuwa onto the fourth cushion.

"Excuse me, coming through!"

Under the cover of Zhen Yuanzi's Earth Book, the good-natured Hong Yun seemed to be guided by some unseen fortune.

He staggered amid the chaos and, by sheer coincidence, landed on the fifth cushion!

"Hong Yun, stay seated!"

Seeing this, Zhen Yuanzi immediately shouted. The Earth Book in his hand burst open,

transforming into endless phantoms of mountains and rivers that firmly blocked Hong Yun's back and withstood countless furious attacks from the great powers behind him.

As for the final cushion, the sixth one, its contest was the fiercest of all.

Countless treasures and immortal lights collided in midair.

"This seat is mine!"

Accompanied by a shriek sharp enough to split gold and stone, Ancestor Kunpeng unleashed the supreme speed that had shaken the Primordial World.

He turned into an afterimage too swift to catch and narrowly seized the final seat before Taiyi's Chaos Bell could crash down.

In the span of a few instants, the six Sage Seats had been decided!

Yet throughout this earthshaking contest, Li Qingxiao had remained extraordinarily quiet.

He had clearly been among the first to enter the hall, and with the foundation of Ten Thousand Laws Immunity,

if he had wanted to seize a seat by force, he would have had more than a seventy percent chance of success.

But he had voluntarily given them up.

Because Li Qingxiao understood clearly that those six cushions were not only Sage Seats, but death warrants as well!

Without sufficient fortune and Heavenly Dao karma to support them, forcibly sitting upon one would only make someone the target of the entire Primordial World.

What he wanted was not a burning-hot, sitting-duck target, but a variable that maximized his gains!

The instant the six took their seats, Li Qingxiao flashed forward, drifting over like a ghost,

and stopped precisely behind the fifth and sixth cushions, directly behind Hong Yun and Kunpeng.

With a shake of his moon-white Daoist robe, he sat cross-legged in the void, his hands resting casually on his knees.

It was a perfect spot for attacking or retreating, with an excellent view to watch the show.

A faint smile curved Li Qingxiao's lips as he gazed quietly at Hong Yun ahead,

waiting for the grand spectacle that would soon change the Primordial World's balance to begin.

As time passed, the Three Thousand Guests of the Red Dust squeezed into Purple Heaven Palace's main hall one after another in a bedraggled state.

When these great powers, who could summon wind and rain throughout the Primordial World, saw that the six cushions at the front, radiating endless Dao essence, had already been claimed,

a chorus of regretful cries immediately rose within the hall.

"This pains me to death! I was only half a step away!"

"That opportunity was clearly calling to this poor Daoist, yet someone else got there first!"

Countless pairs of eyes instantly turned bloodshot as they stared fixedly at the six seated on the cushions, their gazes filled with undisguised jealousy and greed.

Especially Di Jun and Taiyi of the Yao.

As innate divine beings born from the Solar Star, they held themselves in extremely high regard.

Yet they had failed to seize even a single seat. How could they possibly endure that?