Primordial: I, Dijun, Only Want to Build the Great Desolation-Chapter 202 - 185: Accepting Disciples

"The Demon Clan, Witch Clan, and the Immortal Court are currently the three major forces in Primordial, and if they can gather fortune and become Saints through fortune, their starting point is undoubtedly much higher than other life forms."

Di Jun’s gaze fell upon the Daluo Golden Immortal who had spoken, a flash of golden light crossing the depths of his eyes.

He saw the Daluo Golden Immortal transform into a soaring dragon within Di Jun’s eyes.

The Dragon Clan.

Could it be that the Dragon Clan still wishes to dominate Primordial in this era?

Di Jun thought to himself.

Hong Jun looked at the same life form and said indifferently, "Originally, the struggle for dominance and fortune among the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans wasn’t to break through to Saint, but rather to break through to Primordial Chaos Great Luo Golden Immortal."

Primordial Chaos Great Luo Golden Immortal.

The Quasi-Saint beings present also knew of this realm; their inherited memories contained related information.

However, that was all they had - merely a name. How to reach this realm and what it represented, they did not know.

"But the Ancestral Dragon, Prime Phoenix, and Progenitor Qilin all failed, and did not succeed."

"As for becoming a Saint through fortune, I do not think it is feasible."

"The biggest difficulty lies in unifying the fortunes of Primordial, which is an impossible feat."

Di Jun, upon hearing the words of ancestor Hong Jun, felt quite emotional.

He had always been controlling the expansion of the Demon Clan, as Primordial would never allow a situation where one force was overwhelmingly powerful.

However, Di Jun had another thought.

The strife between the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans was for fortune, and so seemed the conflict between Dao and Demon, seemingly also for the fortune of Primordial.

Judging by the outcome, Hong Jun and Demon Ancestor Luo Hou seemed, to a certain extent, not to have ended up as failures like the three clan chiefs had.

Ancestor Hong Jun became a Saint.

Demon Ancestor Luo Hou also advanced a step further.

Yet Di Jun casually shook his head, remembering the scene that ancestor Hong Jun had once revealed to him.

Heavenly Punishment manifested, forcing Demon Ancestor Luo Hou and the Saint Hong Jun to make choices.

Perhaps, like Di Jun himself today, the original Hong Jun and Demon Ancestor Luo Hou were similarly just following destiny.

On hearing the answer of ancestor Hong Jun, some life forms in the Purple Cloud Palace showed expressions of disappointment.

The Daluo Golden Immortal who had asked the question sat back down, clearly having taken an emotional blow.

At this time, Taiching Laozi once again stood up and bowed respectfully.

"May I ask the Saint, among us, who may become a Saint?"

Taiching Laozi looked at Saint Hong Jun extremely nervously, an unease churning within him.

Not only Taiching Laozi, but, except for Di Jun, all beings in the Purple Cloud Palace looked towards ancestor Hong Jun, hoping to receive his affirmative answer.

Even high-level members of the Demon Clan like Taiyi, Xi He, and Chang Xi were no exception.

Ancestor Hong Jun did not immediately answer the question, and for a time, the Purple Cloud Palace fell into silence.

After a long while, an extraordinary phenomenon suddenly appeared behind ancestor Hong Jun.

Seven streaks of purple qi appeared abruptly behind ancestor Hong Jun, calmly suspending there.

Hongmeng Purple Qi.

The moment he saw those seven streaks of purple qi, the words arose in Di Jun’s mind.

At the same time, Di Jun noticed something unusual about himself.

His body and primordial spirit instinctively craved those seven streaks of Hongmeng Purple Qi.

Not just him, Di Jun observed the states of other life forms within the Purple Cloud Palace, with unconcealed greed in their eyes.

Even Taiching Laozi, who seemed desireless and uncompetitive, was the same.

It seemed these seven streaks of Hongmeng Purple Qi held an enormous allure for all life forms.

Ancestor Hong Jun saw this and couldn’t help but frown.

With a thought, he erected a barrier that shielded the seven streaks of Hongmeng Purple Qi from the life forms in the Purple Cloud Palace.

Instantly, the immense temptation disappeared, and those present realized they had just lost their composure.

Before they could lament, the voice of ancestor Hong Jun rang out.

"This is the Seven Streaks of Hongmeng Purple Qi, containing the chance that can assist others in becoming Saints."

The indifferent words of ancestor Hong Jun stirred endless ripples in the hearts of those present.

Assist others in becoming Saints!

"Saint, may I inquire who will have the fortune of obtaining these seven streaks of Hongmeng Purple Qi?"

Taiching Laozi asked eagerly.

This question was critical, similarly sought after by other life forms.

"Stay calm and don’t be anxious."

The plain voice of Hong Jun sounded throughout the Purple Cloud Palace, instantly calming the impatience in everyone’s heart.

Taiching Laozi too was awakened by these words, realising he had been too anxious.

He then respectfully bowed again and sat back on his cushion, returning to his previous state of desirelessness and non-competition.

Ancestor Hong Jun noticed everyone had calmed down and nodded slightly.

"There shall be seven amongst my disciples who will attain the position of Saint."

The succinct words of ancestor Hong Jun continued to tug at everyone’s heartstrings.

Likewise, upon hearing these words, a sliver of hope surged in everyone’s hearts.

After all, ancestor Hong Jun had never stated the criteria for accepting disciples.

Especially the East King, who felt his chances were very high.

After all, the Immortal Court he founded upheld the Saint’s Dao and occupied a significant advantage.

Thus, he couldn’t help but stand up eagerly and inquired, "May I ask the Saint, who among us may become the disciple of a Saint?"

Following the East King’s inquiry, the gazes of all life forms converged on ancestor Hong Jun.

Di Jun, however, was not concerned; in his past life, he might forget other things, but the matter regarding the six Saints — he would not forget.