Hongjun's face, unchanged through the ages, now brimmed with unprecedented majesty and confidence.
It was the absolute confidence of one who controlled everything, whose Words Become Law.
"Indeed. Sainthood creation!"
He repeated it once more, each word seemingly imbued with an indescribable power that shook the Elder of Chaos to his core.
The Elder of Chaos froze where he stood.
His scarlet eyes fixed intently on Hongjun, the emotions surging within them slowly shifting from initial shock to incredulous doubt.
Sainthood creation?
How lightly he spoke those words!
He spoke hoarsely, every syllable strained.
"Without primordial violet qi, how can anyone become a Sage?"
"Hongjun, has that Gu Changqing angered you so badly that you've lost your mind?!"
The Elder of Chaos was not arguing with Hongjun merely to vent his anger.
He truly felt shocked and deeply uncertain.
Sainthood creation?!
Listen to that! Was that even fucking human speech?!
Ever since the Primordial World Heaven and Earth had taken shape, the status of a Sage had been an unattainable, even irreplaceable fruit status.
The Heavenly Dao's control over the Sage Dao Fruit was unimaginably strict.
Otherwise, how could only this handful of Sages have emerged over countless ages?!
Yet now, Hongjun had spoken of "sainthood creation" with such casual indifference?!
What would he create them with?
"Even if you truly possess heaven-reaching means and forcibly produce a few so-called 'Sages,' they would be nothing but false saints, impressive in appearance but feeble in battle!"
"Besides, no matter how many of those worthless things you create, how could they shake Gu Changqing's current might?"
The Elder of Chaos spoke as though this were self-evident.
Nor was his agitation surprising!
After all, anyone would think Hongjun merely intended to create some "false saints."
To put it plainly, they would only look