Chapter 122 The Origin of Hongmeng Purple Qi Hengming
Heng Ming's heart shuddered, and he immediately calmed his mind, not daring to think about it anymore.

It should be known that Hongjun is a Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian and a prehistoric sage. In the prehistoric world, he can fight against two Hunyuan Daluo Jinxians or two sages, and can even gain the upper hand. He dares to speculate about such an existence. He must be tired of living.

Di Jun retreated unwillingly, completely ignoring Bixia Yuanjun's slightly angry look.

You have to know that she had just stood up and was ready to ask questions, but Di Jun didn't speak before her, but instead involved some trivial matters, disturbing the saint's attention. It was really a slap in her face. How could Bixia Yuanjun tolerate this?

But Hongjun had already answered the questions of these two people, and Bixia Yuanjun could not rashly interrupt the saint's speech. She could only listen to what Dijun and Taiyi said with anger, and an idea came to her mind.

"You dare to make me lose face like this? I will let you brothers see my methods in the future!"

Di Jun was completely unaware that he had angered an earth goddess. Instead, he was constantly thinking about how to seize the title of the leader of all the immortals. Even Di Jun did not notice that Taiyi naturally ignored the goddess's gaze and was thinking about when to switch from the path of fire to the path of strength.

But Hengming and Nuwa noticed Bixia Yuanjun's emotions. They looked at each other imperceptibly and knew that the cause had been planted and bitter fruit was waiting for the Heavenly Court in the future.

Hongjun answered several questions from the gods in succession and said, "Looking back on my life, I have been blessed by Pangu and was born with the Jade Disc of Creation in my arms. I have the responsibility to educate all living beings. However, I will soon use my body to complete the incompleteness of the Heavenly Dao, and it is difficult for me to maintain myself. Therefore, I borrowed the power of the Heavenly Dao and laid down the Three Purple Sky Lectures in order to spread the Dao through your hands. This is a good cause that will naturally bring good results."

The Taoists stood up from their seats, bowed deeply, and said loudly: "The Taoist Ancestor is very kind and compassionate, and all living beings should remember this deeply."

Daozu nodded slightly and continued, "One is the beginning, seven is the peak, nine is the extreme, and ten is the end. There are fifty great ways, and forty-nine are the heavenly evolutions. All living beings seek that ray of hope. Among the gods who listened to my teachings today, there should be seven who can achieve the status of saints. Therefore, I want to bestow seven strands of primordial purple qi to help these seven people achieve enlightenment as soon as possible."

Hongjun's words were like a bolt from the blue. A thunderclap completely awakened the sleeping gods and caused a huge uproar.

What does this mean?
They were just thinking about where to get the secret method to kill the three corpses and merge the three corpses in order to obtain the status of a saint, but Hongjun was going to bestow seven sainthoods today, which made some great gods who aspired to become saints change their faces.

Although Hongjun said that among the gods present there were seven who had attained the status of saints, they were not blinded by this number, because they only needed to step forward and take a look to see seven great gods sitting on cushions.

Seven primordial purple auras, seven cushions, seven great gods, seven saints. Such a coincidence is truly rare to find in the ages, so how could they not feel uneasy.

Dong Wanggong was the first to lose his temper and immediately shouted, "Teacher, may I ask who can become a saint?"

The Queen Mother of the West was watching Hongjun with earnest eyes. The two of them were the leaders of the immortals appointed by Hongjun himself. If they did not have the status of saints, that would be too unreasonable, right?
The twelve ancestor witches looked at each other. Except for Hou Tu, they didn't care about this so-called preaching. Even if the previous seven people achieved the status of Hunyuan Jinxian, they were confident that they could reach this level.

But the status of a saint - it represents the symbol of supreme power!

Di Jiang stood up immediately, and before Hongjun could answer, he said, "Teacher Hong! I am the leader of the Wu Clan. The twelve of us brothers and sisters are the authentic descendants of Pangu, but we have never fought for supremacy. We are only dedicated to maintaining the peace of the prehistoric land, and we bring the most precious peace wherever we go. We must know that peace is the foundation of enlightenment. Although the Wu Clan is for enlightenment, it also provides a good foundation for all living beings. One of the twelve ancestors of the Wu Clan will be able to become a saint!"

These words were the perfect answer that he came up with after careful discussion with Zhu Jiuyin and Hou Tu, and after Xuan Ming's calm thinking on the side.

After all, they knew the nature of the Wu Clan, so they kept silent about education and only talked about peace.

As the eldest of the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the patriarch of the Witch Clan, Di Jiang naturally had to speak. However, asking him to call Hongjun "teacher" really made it difficult for him, but for the sake of achieving the status of a saint, he did it.

Di Jun was worried that Hongjun would really agree to Di Jiang's request, so he immediately retorted: "You are shameless, the twelve witch ancestors are presumptuous to claim to be the authentic Pangu! Don't forget that the witch clan used to capture great gods in the early years. I would like to ask the twelve witch ancestors, are those great gods safe now? What virtue do you have to occupy the position of saint!"

Zhu Rong's face turned red with anger, and he was about to curse, but Hou Tu pulled Zhu Rong behind him and scolded him, "You said that my Wu clan is shameless, but you don't even look at how shameless your demon clan is. The demon clan is perverse and forces other races to call themselves demons. They are arrogant and have no manners at all. How can you be qualified to teach sentient beings! How dare you call yourself the Heavenly Court? I think you are more like the Demon Court!"

At this moment, there was no trace of reverence in the Zixiao Palace. The innate sacred beings who were extremely arrogant on ordinary days were now like those ordinary cultivators who fought each other for a little bit of benefit. They had no shame at all.

Other gods also joined in, especially Dong Wanggong and Xi Wangmu. They were the loudest ones, saying that they failed to convince the people, and that they had to become saints to truly teach the people. Some weak gods saw that they could not compete with the masters of the great forces, so they thought that if they could not get it, they would destroy it. They all bowed to Daozu and said, "Please choose carefully, and do not choose the master of a force, otherwise the prehistoric saint will become the saint of the tribe, which will disappoint the teacher's good intentions! Such a treasure will be wasted!"

All the Taoists spoke in unison. The faces of the Lord of Heaven and the Twelve Ancestral Witches immediately turned gloomy and dark, with eyes that seemed to spit fire. They wished they could beat these Taoists to death on the spot.

Taiyi said loudly: "Teacher, please don't listen to nonsense. There are more than trillions of monsters. What's more, hundreds of innate races and countless acquired races have called themselves monsters. Because of this, my two brothers must become saints to teach the monsters. Teacher, please understand!"

The Taoist Ancestor sat high on the Taoist platform, with the golden lotus of merit beneath his seat emitting countless pure divine lights. It was a pity that these great gods had already been stimulated by the status of saints, their eyes turned red and they were about to go crazy. How could they be calmed down by this little divine light?

The gods attacked each other, you exposed my past, I exposed your history, and some even had quarrels, with vulgar language, which made Hengming sigh that the simple and honest great gods of the ancient world were forced into a corner, and they could scold people so fiercely, not weaker than those shrews at all.

But think about it, in front of the Avenue, let alone letting them curse, even if they throw a tantrum, they will come immediately. Dignity is for the weak to hear. For the strong, as long as they are strong enough, even if they lose face today, there will still be countless people kneeling to welcome them tomorrow, so strength comes first.

"Silence! Silence!"

A golden bell appeared in Haotian's hand, and he struck it lightly. The clear and melodious sound of the bell resounded for thousands of miles. Yaochi also took out a cloud drum and beat it. The sound of the drum was clear and melodious, blending with the sound of the bell. With the help of the pure divine light of the blooming golden lotus of merit, the quarreling gods were barely brought back to a peaceful state.

Haotian rebuked, "You are all immortal gods, how can you be so disrespectful and make a scene in front of the teacher in Zixiao Palace? The position of a saint is so precious, the teacher has his own decision, how can I listen to your opinions?"

After hearing this, the gods all felt ashamed and bowed quickly, saying, "Teacher, please forgive me. I know I am wrong."

Yao Chi raised her beautiful eyes slightly. It was Hongjun who transmitted the message just now that caused them to act like this. Otherwise, even though they were both Golden Immortals, Haotian would not dare to say such words.

It is because those great gods knew the reason that they all confessed their crimes.

Yao Chi took a quick look at the gods who were accusing the crime and found that except for the seven people on the cushions who were still sitting firmly, all the other gods had joined the quarrel, even Bixia Yuanjun was no exception. This shows how tempting the position of a saint is.

Seeing that the Taoists had stopped arguing, the Taoist Ancestor nodded gently and said to the Three Pure Ones, "You three are the true Pangu disciples, with supreme merits of creating the world, and you are protected by the exquisite pagoda of the Mysterious Yellow Heaven and Earth. You have a deep foundation and can become saints. You should be my personal disciples. Are you willing?"

The Three Pure Ones were ecstatic after hearing this, and even Laozi's peaceful and inaction state of mind was broken. Although the three of them had expected this, they didn't feel dizzy after hearing the news.

After coming back to his senses, Sanqing immediately kowtowed and said, "Disciple wishes. May Master live forever and the Great Dao prosper forever!"

All the gods in Zixiao Palace have understood that these seven cushions must be related to the sainthood, or even are the sainthood, and they have actually missed such an opportunity. For a moment, their faces turned extremely pale, and they sat there stupidly, without any blood.

Hongjun then revealed a smile, and suddenly three purple air emitting the aura of the Great Dao burst out from his sleeves. As soon as they appeared, they fell on the heads of the Three Purities and penetrated into their sea of ​​consciousness.

"Hongmeng Purple Qi is the source of the saint's fruition. It is the manifestation of the Heavenly Dao. Purple Qi was specially created to help you achieve enlightenment quickly. It can also protect your soul and resist disasters. It has countless wonderful uses that cannot be described in a few words."

Hongjun turned to look at Hengming with a smile and said, "You are a divine being, and a great anomaly in the world. This seat was not determined by me, but chosen by heaven. When you entered the Primal Chaos, there were six seats in the Purple Sky Palace at one time and seven at another. I have pondered hard but could not find the answer. You should know the reason yourself."

When these words were spoken, not only Hengming was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat, but even other great gods cast curious glances at him, and Sanqing Nuwa was no exception.

What kind of secret is behind this? Even Hongjun couldn't figure it out after thinking hard, which made them curious.

But everyone has a secret in their heart. They just thought that Hengming had obtained some blessings from the fateful demon god. This made Hongjun puzzled. After all, the three thousand demon gods were transformed by the Great Dao, so it made sense after thinking about it.

(End of this chapter)