Honghuang: Oh no, the witch clan has produced an idea king! Chapter 077

Grand Dao Ancestor Hongjun’s gaze was calm.

He looked towards the Duke of the East…

At this moment, Taiqing, who was in the first row, was constantly deducing the method of severing the three corpses in his mind. As he deduced to the end, his brows furrowed slightly.

He was about to ask about the doubts in his mind.

But he was directly interrupted by the Duke of the East!

A hint of displeasure arose in his heart, but it was quickly attracted by the Duke of the East’s question…

A Saint’s primordial spirit is entrusted to the Heavenly Dao.

Immortal and indestructible!

Compared to a regular Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, they have more Heavenly Dao authority, and in the Primordial World, they far surpass Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals. Who wouldn’t want to achieve this?

Everyone was the same.

Some were still pondering the method of severing the three corpses, while others dared not speak rashly. At this moment, seeing the Duke of the East speak, they all looked towards Grand Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

Their eyes revealed anticipation!

Grand Dao Ancestor Hongjun said indifferently:

“To become a Heavenly Dao Saint, one needs the opportunity to become a Saint—Grandmist Purple Qi!”

Everyone’s eyes immediately lit up.

Grandmist Purple Qi?

Just then, a wisp of Grandmist Purple Qi appeared in Grand Dao Ancestor Hongjun’s hand, like a deep purple ribbon, constantly rolling and floating in the void. At a glance, it was profoundly mysterious, existing between reality and illusion…

Wu Tian’s heart also trembled when he heard this.

“Finally, it’s about Grandmist Purple Qi!”

“Seven wisps of Grandmist Purple Qi, I want to see… how you will distribute them. Will it be according to the original seating arrangement? Or according to the chosen individuals in the original grand trend?”

Wu Tian thought to himself.

His gaze was also burning as he looked!

At this moment, Grand Dao Ancestor Hongjun spoke again:

“There are nine Heavenly Dao Saint positions. The last Saint will not appear until the Immeasurable Calamity of the Primordial World, so… I still have seven wisps of Grandmist Purple Qi in my hand…”

As soon as these words were spoken.

Immediately, there was a commotion in the Purple Heaven Palace. Everyone involuntarily exclaimed, and they all looked towards the seven seats in the very front!

“I knew it…”

“The seven seats in the front aren’t that simple!”

Someone said with great frustration.

Others had fierce looks in their eyes, already considering how to seize the Grandmist Purple Qi from the seven people in the front row. After some selection, most of their gazes fell on Kunpeng’s back!

The Three Pure Ones were difficult to deal with.

Nuwa had become the Empress of the Demon Race, with Fuxi and the Demon Race supporting her, so she wasn’t easy to provoke either…

Xuanming and Houtu, let alone.

No one was willing to take the risk of provoking the Witch Race!

The lone Kunpeng.

Immediately became the target of all!

For a moment, countless gazes fell, making Kunpeng feel as if he had thorns in his back, experiencing immense pressure, and he was somewhat restless…

But a surge of ecstasy arose in his heart.

“As expected…”

“Wu Tian didn’t lie to me!”

Originally, Kunpeng felt a bit reluctant to give up the Innate Northern Profound Yuan Water Control Banner, but at this moment, there was no trace of reluctance, only gratitude towards Wu Tian!

Wu Tian’s earlier intervention.

How was it just to help him keep his seat?

It was to help him keep the Grandmist Purple Qi, to help him keep this opportunity to become a Saint…

Kunpeng couldn’t help but want to turn around and look at Wu Tian, to cast a grateful glance, but he was wary of the countless gazes fixed on him, so he ultimately remained seated.

Instead, he began to ponder:

After obtaining the Grandmist Purple Qi…

How to avoid the covetousness of so many people?

And Hong Yun, who had lost his seat, looked regretful, sighing incessantly. Wu Tian saw this and quietly transmitted a message:

“Haha…”

“Brother Hong Yun, regretting it?”

Hong Yun quickly denied it.

“Brother Wu Tian, what are you talking about?”

“As the saying goes, ‘what I gain is my fortune, what I lose is my fate.’ Since I have already given it to Ancestral Witch Xuanming, I, Hong Yun, naturally won’t say much. I’m just regretting my own nature…”

What if he had been more resolute?

Hong Yun thought to himself.

But he quickly shook his head again!

The Witch Race could keep this seat, but he and Brother Zhenyuan might not…

Thinking this way.

Hong Yun actually felt a sense of clarity, and the regret on his face disappeared without a trace. He merely reaffirmed in his heart:

“The Grand Dao is about striving!”

“I must never be like this again in the future…”

Hong Yun was indeed relieved.

But Jieyin and Zhunti, who had failed to snatch a seat earlier, were wailing in their hearts, constantly lamenting!

“Alas…”

“I knew this seat must have a great opportunity!”

“If it weren’t for the Witch Race, how could my brother and I have lost the Grandmist Purple Qi and lost the opportunity to become a Saint?”

Originally, the two were wary of the Witch Race.

But after the appearance of the Grandmist Purple Qi, such a precious opportunity made them feel more and more uncomfortable the more they thought about it. Zhunti was even more enraged, and evil arose in his heart. He actually turned his gaze and glared at Wu Tian!

Wu Tian naturally sensed it immediately.

He was originally observing the expressions of the people in the Purple Heaven Palace with great interest, watching their various changes in expression, and at the same time, he was looking forward to how Grand Dao Ancestor Hongjun would solve the problem of the changing seats…

Suddenly, he felt a gaze full of malice.

He immediately turned his head and looked back along that gaze. When he saw that it was Zhunti, he not only didn’t get angry but felt a sense of absurdity:

“Damn it!”

“These two brothers really think Hong Yun and Kunpeng’s seats are theirs? Is it that outrageous?”

Then he gave Zhunti a cold smile.

“Dare to challenge me?”

“Later, I will definitely…”

“I will definitely let my brothers teach you a good lesson. If I don’t poke your eyeballs out, my big brother doesn’t deserve to be the Ancestral Witch of Space!”

Wu Tian snorted coldly in his heart.

And when Zhunti saw Wu Tian’s cold smile, he also felt a chill in his heart… Immediately, he had a bad feeling and quickly withdrew his gaze!

He lowered his head slightly, wondering what he was thinking…

After Grand Dao Ancestor Hongjun finished speaking, he paused for a moment, taking in everyone’s reactions.

Then he specifically glanced at Xuanming and Houtu. These two Ancestral Witches had always been calm, appearing not to be in the least bit anxious about the Grandmist Purple Qi!

Grand Dao Ancestor Hongjun’s gaze was profound.

His thoughts became firm again, and then he continued to speak, saying indifferently:

“There are seven wisps of Grandmist Purple Qi!”

“Among my disciples, there shall be six Saints…”

Everyone’s eyes widened suddenly.

Huh?

What does this mean?

Seven wisps of Grandmist Purple Qi, don’t they just correspond to the seven seats in front? Is it not distributed according to the seats?

Everyone’s gaze shifted.

They looked at Xuanming and Houtu…

A hint of realization arose in their hearts. Yes… How could the Ancestral Witches become disciples of Grand Dao Ancestor Hongjun? Their eyes only held Great God Pangu. How could they revere Hongjun as their teacher?

So, what these words meant was:

The Ancestral Witches might not necessarily obtain the Grandmist Purple Qi, but those who didn’t occupy a seat might still obtain it?

As soon as this thought arose.

The listeners in the back row, who had felt hopeless, instantly had their eyes sparkle with light, directly brightening up!

The Duke of the East trembled with excitement.

“Excluding the Witch Race…”

“There are still two wisps of Grandmist Purple Qi. Aren’t these prepared for me?”

The Duke of the East felt a slight smugness in his heart!

Who would dare say he was wrong to switch to cultivating the Immortal Dao? He was personally appointed by Grand Dao Ancestor Hongjun as the head of all male Immortals in the world, spreading the Immortal Dao teachings for the Grand Dao Ancestor…

Doesn’t that count as being under Hongjun’s tutelage?

Shouldn’t he have a share of the Grandmist Purple Qi?

Even the Queen Mother of the West showed a look of surprise on her face, her gaze sweeping over the extremely excited Duke of the East, muttering in her heart:

“No way?”

“Did I misunderstand this guy… Do I really have a chance to obtain Grandmist Purple Qi?”