Chapter 65: Could someone really not want to become a Sage?
There were eight Sagehood Meditation Cushions. Counting Hongjun, that made nine-the ultimate number!
"Could the seats of Sagehood in the Purple Heavens Palace have been decided during Hongjun's very first sermon?"
At that thought, everyone felt an unbearable ache in their hearts, so stifled they nearly coughed up blood.
"Teacher, please consider the hardships of our cultivation and grant us Sagehood!"
No one knew who shouted first, but in an instant, all three thousand mighty cultivators of the Primordial World in the Purple Heavens Palace bowed down before Hongjun. Even his disciples seated on the Sagehood Meditation Cushions-Nüwa, the Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, Zhunti, Dijun, and Eastern Emperor Taiyi-were no exception.
Only Daochen, who understood the situation perfectly, remained seated without the slightest intention of moving.
Once again, Daochen instantly became the odd one out.
After shouting a few times, the others realized something was wrong. Seeing some people glance toward the back, they also raised their heads and looked over.
They found Daochen watching as though enjoying a show. He neither knelt nor pleaded, nor did he show any intention of moving.
Some of the mighty cultivators present grew angry!
Without becoming a Sage, one would forever remain an ant. Even beings as powerful as Luo Hou and Ancestral Dragon had fallen amid immeasurable tribulations.
Daochen, aren't you afraid of death?
Putting on airs!
Nüwa's first reaction upon seeing Daochen was that he had to be showing off!
Everyone feared death, and she was no exception. She refused to believe Daochen did not!
Even Nüwa herself did not know exactly what she felt toward Daochen.
The sight of him irritated her, and she wanted nothing to do with him. Yet seeing him make no attempt to secure Sagehood