Primordial Era: My comprehension is heaven-defying, I create the ability to transform into anything!

Chapter 152 I, Kunpeng, will never give up my seat!

quiet!

At that moment, the scene was deathly silent.

Everyone stared at Jiang Sheng in disbelief, wondering if they had misheard.

Then, the Zixiao Palace was in complete uproar!

"What? A holy position? There's such a thing as a futon?"

"I had sensed something unusual about this futon before, but I didn't pay it any mind. I never imagined it was a sacred seat?"

"Hiss, a holy position? Really?"

"In other words, if we sit on these prayer mats, doesn't that mean we also have the hope of becoming saints?"

"Achieving sainthood because of a meditation cushion? Really? Isn't that a bit hasty?"

"I am skilled in deduction, and at least 80% of what that fellow Daoist said is true!"

At that moment, the noisy discussion among the crowd instantly stirred up Zixiao Palace.

Everyone looked at the six prayer cushions with some surprise and uncertainty.

Does a meditation cushion represent a holy position?

Are six futons meant to represent six saints?

Although they didn't know how Jiang Sheng knew this, they were willing to believe that what Jiang Sheng said was true.

Yes.

They had indeed only recently attained the Great Luo status.

But that doesn't mean they don't aspire to higher levels.

In particular, the extraordinary phenomenon of Hongjun becoming a saint, with its overwhelming holy might that suppressed the entire prehistoric world, was simply terrifying.

This is sainthood!

This is the lofty saint.

The question is, who wouldn't yearn for it?

I thought that by coming to Zixiao Palace to listen to lectures, I could embark on the path to sainthood.

Unexpectedly, this path to sainthood is also connected to the futon!

At that moment, countless people stared intently at the six prayer cushions...

Countless gazes swept over the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Kunpeng, and Hongyun.

Hmm, forget about the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa!

After all, those are seven Great Luo Immortals. They can occupy these four prayer mats, but they can't defeat them anyway.

But what is that Kunpeng Hongyun? How dare it usurp the holy throne?

At this moment, countless people's thoughts were in turmoil.

"The Holy Throne? Sister, is this true?" In a corner of the Zixiao Palace, Changxi looked at Xihe with some confusion.

"It can't be faked!"

Xihe narrowed her eyes and gave Jiang Sheng a deep look. She could tell that Jiang Sheng had said it on purpose.

Who knows what Jiang Sheng's purpose is?

However, on the other hand...

After Jiang Sheng said that, she was somewhat tempted.

If we just pull that Kunpeng Red Cloud down and let the sisters go up again, wouldn't that mean they also have a chance to become saints?

The thought of Hongjun's terrifying holy power, and the thought of their future sainthood, made their burning hearts unable to contain themselves any longer!

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But this moment is not just about Xihe and Changxi.

Almost everyone present, including Styx, Burning Lamp, and the Eastern King Duke, began to breathe rapidly, their gazes frequently falling on the prayer mat.

The question is, who doesn't want to become a saint?

"Brother! There are two prayer mats!" Taiyi transmitted his voice from one corner of the main hall, his eyes gradually becoming fervent as he looked at Hongyun and Kunpeng's prayer mats!

In his opinion, the easiest to fight are Kunpeng and Hongyun!

Kunpeng was all alone.

Hongyun, though he has a good friend, also has an older brother.

Two against two, don't get too comfortable!

Furthermore, Taiyi believed that he possessed a supreme treasure, and now he was able to unleash its power.

He even began to plot to turn the battle for the Holy Throne of Zixiao Palace into his battle for fame!

Single-handedly fighting three thousand saints, Emperor Zhong swept through the Purple Cloud Palace!

What a delightful experience that must have been!

They hadn't fought over the prayer mat before.

In terms of speed, the Golden Crows are naturally no less fast than the Kunpeng.

He simply didn't intend to compete, nor did he believe he could gain anything from listening to the Dao at Zixiao Palace.

Unexpectedly, I heard this from Jiang Sheng's mouth now...

Then they perked up!

"This guy..." Di Jun, sensing the undercurrents in the hall, glanced at Jiang Sheng and felt that this guy would definitely stir up trouble in the future.

He harbored ambitions to dominate the primordial world, and considered himself to have transcended calculations and remained outside the mundane realm.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Sheng's few words aroused his competitive spirit.

Yes, at this moment, he also wanted to sit on that futon.

The allure of becoming a saint is indeed quite strong.

Even now, the terrifying pressure emanating from Hongjun after he became a saint is still deeply imprinted in his mind...

If I could become a saint, wouldn't that be...?

His mind was in turmoil as he looked at the Kunpeng and the red clouds...

Of course, it wasn't just Taiyi and Dijun who looked at Kunpeng and Hongyun!

Almost everyone present focused their attention on Kunpeng and Hongyun.

They certainly dared not touch the positions of the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa.

After all, Jiang Sheng and his group were a small group, and the seven Great Luo Immortals were not to be trifled with.

If these seven Great Luo Immortals occupy all the positions, then needless to say, they will also want to compete for them.

No one can resist the temptation of becoming a saint.

But now, there are still two spots available.

Most importantly, those sitting in these two positions are not powerful figures or large groups.

Kunpeng is all alone!

Hongyun? He's just a friend.

This is equivalent to facing three Great Luo Immortals.

In comparison, it goes without saying which futon is easier to snatch.

And at this moment...

Kunpeng and Hongyun, who were directly involved, felt their scalps tingle.

Feeling countless gazes upon him from inside the hall, he was truly drenched in sweat.

They never imagined that they would become the target of everyone's criticism.

Just because of one sentence from Jiang Sheng, they were thrust into the eye of the storm.

"It's so bitter..." Hongyun groaned inwardly.

He's not stupid either; he's a Great Immortal, after all. How many of those are truly stupid?

Hongyun's kindness to others doesn't mean he's unaware of the underlying reasons.

And Kunpeng clenched his fist!

If it were before, there would have been some petty squabbles, and whether or not someone sat down wouldn't have mattered; they just didn't like Hongyun.

But now, this is an incredible opportunity.

Offer me your seat?

Fuck it!

I, Kunpeng, will never give up my seat!

However, feeling those countless sharp gazes, his heart trembled again.

He boasted that he was no less capable than anyone else, and that he was not afraid of one or two Ronaldo legends.

He can fight even if there are three or five Ronaldo players!

But if there were dozens, or even hundreds, of Great Luo, he would panic.

Even a large number of ants can kill an elephant, let alone an elephant that isn't even an ant.

To protect this meditation cushion, a fierce battle is likely inevitable.

The thought of countless powerful cultivators surrounding him sent chills down his spine, and he subconsciously began to gather his inner power.

At the same time, he looked at Hongyun with some resentment!

He didn't know how Jiang Sheng learned about the relationship between the holy position and the prayer mat.

But he knew that if Hongyun hadn't given up her seat, Jiang Sheng would never have said those words.

As long as Jiang Sheng doesn't say anything, no one cares about the prayer mat.

He could sit peacefully on the futon and calmly reap the opportunity to become a saint.

But now, everything has been disrupted.

What should have been his opportunity has now become somewhat precarious!

If this holy position is still mine today, then so be it; but if this prayer mat is lost...

Kunpeng glared at Hongyun with annoyance.

If the futon is lost today, he will make the red cloud turn to ashes, banish the soul to the Netherworld, and throw the true spirit into the Undying Volcano to be burned for eternity. He will not be satisfied until he refines the innate indestructible spiritual light into a spiritual treasure!

And at this moment...

Zhunti's head was buzzing too!

However, he reacted quickly.

Seeing that Hongyun was still somewhat bewildered, he appeared beside the prayer mat in a flash, and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist, offering your seat is truly a great act of kindness! In that case, I shall accept it without hesitation! If you attain enlightenment in the future, you will surely have a place in my Western Spirit Mountain!"

(End of this chapter)