The Saint Positions Were Decided? Kunpeng's Unwillingness!

Tongtian looked somewhat aggrieved.

He could not understand it. The treasures Hongjun had bestowed upon Laozi and Yuanshi were both Innate Supreme Treasures.

Why had the grade of the magical treasures dropped to Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures when it came to him?

Seeing Tongtian like this, Hongjun naturally understood what he was thinking. He smiled faintly and said:

"Tongtian."

"These four swords, together with the Formation Diagram, can form the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation."

"It is the Heavenly Dao's foremost killing formation since the opening of Hongmeng, a supreme formation that governs slaughter."

"When one Saint sets up the formation, it cannot be broken unless four Saints join forces."

"Within the sword formation lie endless mysteries and transformations, infinite killing intent, and ten thousand layers of peril."

"Anyone below a Heavenly Dao Saint, even a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, will be reduced to ashes the instant they enter."

With Hongjun's explanation, Tongtian was utterly stunned. The other beings present were equally shocked.

"The Immortal Slaying Sword Formation?"

"It cannot be broken without four Saints?"

"Even Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals will perish in an instant upon entering?"

"Is this really only a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure?"

"Its power is far too great, isn't it?"

"..."

The many beings marveled endlessly, their faces full of envy.

Even Laozi and Yuanshi were shaken.

Upon hearing this, Tongtian's grievance vanished completely. He hurriedly bowed to Hongjun in respect.

"Thank you, Teacher, for bestowing these treasures!"

Only then did he happily accept the Four Swords of Zhu Xian and the Formation Diagram.

Qin Mu watched and could not help sighing inwardly.

Others might not have known, but he could not have been clearer.

Hongjun appeared to have given the Three Pure Ones quite a few benefits.

He had bestowed Innate Supreme Treasures upon Laozi and Yuanshi—the Taiji Diagram and the Pangu Banner.

As for Tongtian, he had received the Four Swords of Zhu Xian and the Formation Diagram. Once the formation was set, it became the foremost killing formation beneath the Heavenly Dao.

Tongtian's treasures were unmatched in slaughter, but lacking in defense.

Meanwhile, what Laozi and Yuanshi had received placed greater emphasis on both offense and defense.

In truth, this was preparation for the future balance among the Three Teachings.

Everything was part of the Heavenly Dao's calculations!

After thinking it over briefly, Qin Mu sighed to himself.

Just then, Hongjun shifted his gaze and let it fall upon Nuwa.

Seeing Hongjun look her way, Nuwa's heart stirred violently.

The next moment, Hongjun spoke.

"Nuwa."

"You shall have great merit in the future and may become a Saint. This Red Embroidered Ball is bestowed upon you!"

With that, Hongjun casually waved his hand.

At once, a pink embroidered ball over a foot in diameter descended before Nuwa.

Jade Necklaces and hanging pearls adorned the entire ball, its ornaments chiming softly, while a unique radiant glow shone from it.

"Thank you, Teacher, for bestowing this treasure!"

Nuwa did not care about the Red Embroidered Ball's grade. Since it had been bestowed by Hongjun, it was surely extraordinary.

Hongjun smiled slightly, then gave Nuwa a strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi, the Foundation of the Great Dao. Only then did he turn his gaze toward Daoist Jieyin and Daoist Zhunti of the west.

Receiving Hongjun's gaze, Jieyin and Zhunti were beside themselves with excitement, their eyes blazing.

After a brief silence, Hongjun spoke.

"I have great Karma with the west."

"You are my nominal disciples, bearing Great Opportunity and great fortune. You too may become Saints in the future."

"This Twelve-Grade Golden Lotus of Merit and Blessing Divine Pestle are bestowed upon the two of you."

As soon as he finished speaking, two objects appeared before Jieyin and Zhunti.

Jieyin and Zhunti were overjoyed. They quickly bowed in gratitude to Hongjun, then stored the treasures away.

Afterward, Hongjun bestowed two more strands of Hongmeng Purple Qi, the Foundation of the Great Dao, upon Jieyin and Zhunti.

Seeing this, every being present was filled with envy.

Moreover, they all realized something.

The six who could become Saints in the future were all seated on the Cattail Mats in the first row.

"So those six Cattail Mats were equivalent to Saint Positions!"

"I knew those Cattail Mats were not ordinary."

"If I had known, I would have fought for one no matter what!"

"Well, that's that. There are nine Saint Positions, and six have been taken in one stroke."

"..."

The great powers sighed and lamented, and many bitterly regretted their earlier inaction.

As everyone sighed, Kunpeng of the Demon Race gritted his teeth in hatred.

Damn it!!

Saint Positions!

And the Dao Ancestor even bestowed top-tier magical treasures upon them.

The mere thought of it filled Kunpeng with hatred that surged to the heavens.

Then his gaze shifted toward Old Ancestor Hongyun not far away.

It is all Hongyun's fault!

If he had not insisted on playing the good old fool back then, I would never have been driven off the Cattail Mat.

Then one of those Saint Positions would have been mine.

The more Kunpeng thought about it, the deeper his hatred for Hongyun grew.

He recalled how, when Hongjun first lectured on the Dao, six Cattail Mats had been placed there, and he had occupied one of them.

But who could have expected that Jieyin and Zhunti of the Western Realm, who had arrived late, would also want seats on the Cattail Mats?

The two did not dare provoke the Three Pure Ones. Nuwa was a woman, so they found it improper to ask for her seat.

Thus, Jieyin and Zhunti set their sights on the Cattail Mats occupied by Hongyun and Kunpeng.

Hongyun was famously known across the Primordial Land as an old good man.

After Jieyin and Zhunti complained of their hardships, he actually gave up his Cattail Mat outright.

Afterward, Yuanshi used the excuse that Kunpeng was a furred, scaled creature born from dampness and eggs to kick him straight off the Cattail Mat.

Seeing this, Jieyin and Zhunti naturally did not stand on ceremony and took Kunpeng's Cattail Mat for themselves.

At the slightest recollection, Kunpeng's face flushed crimson with rage.

In his view, the reason he had missed the Saint Position by a hair's breadth was entirely Hongyun's fault!

Hongyun, you old thief!

It is all because of you that I cannot become a Saint!

Kunpeng roared inwardly, his hatred for Hongyun reaching its peak.

Just then, Hongjun swept his gaze over the crowd and lightly waved his hand. Another strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi appeared in his hand.

"This is the last strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi I possess."

"It will depend on which of you is fated for it."

As his words fell, Hongjun slowly opened his palm.

The strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi that had been clenched in his hand immediately flew out, drifting back and forth above the Dao field.

All the beings present stared with blazing eyes, their gazes brimming with anticipation.

"The final Saint Purple Qi!"

"Give it to me!"

"My foundation is extraordinary. I have the potential to become a Saint—this Saint Purple Qi can belong to none but me!"

"..."

Just as everyone waited in eager anticipation, the Hongmeng Purple Qi circling overhead suddenly flashed downward and landed directly upon Hongyun.

"This?"

Seeing that the Hongmeng Purple Qi had chosen him, Hongyun wore a bewildered expression.

"The Saint Purple Qi chose me?"

"Does that mean I also have a chance to become a Saint?"

Hongyun muttered in a daze, still not quite having recovered his senses.

Seeing this, the other beings present naturally felt envy, jealousy, and hatred toward Hongyun.

But Hongjun had said that the final strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi would go to whoever was fated for it.

Since it had chosen Hongyun, that meant Hongyun was the fated one.

"Grrk!"

When Kunpeng saw that Hongyun had obtained the seventh strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi, his teeth itched with hatred.

Back then, he had occupied one of those Cattail Mats.

If not for Hongyun, one of the Saint Positions should have belonged to him now.

Yet now, Hongyun, who had given up his seat back then, had also obtained a strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi. This made Kunpeng even more unwilling to accept it.

Why?

Why did I receive nothing?

The Saint Position!

Kunpeng was utterly furious, trembling violently from head to toe.