Xuantian asked Fu Xi and Nuwa: "You see those six seats, do you know what they represent?" Fu Xi and Nuwa nodded, shook their heads again, and said in unison: "Please make it clear to the master." Xuantian slowly dropped a bombshell: "Those six seats represent the Holy Throne." Fu Xi and Nuwa were stunned, they wanted to know what the holy position was? That was the position of the saint, the saint was the strongest existence under the Heavenly Dao, how strong the saint was, just think about the power of Hongjun when he became holy. Xuantian didn't seem to see the stunned expressions of his two apprentices, and arranged: "Nuwa, you sit in the fourth position, and Fuxi, you sit in the row behind Nuwa." Nuwa was overjoyed when she heard this, and then hurriedly said, "Master, what about my brother?" Xuantian said quietly: "The six holy positions under the Heavenly Dao have already had winners, Nuwa, you deserve the fourth holy position, and Fuxi is not among them. The teacher did not intend to go against the Heavenly Dao, so it could only be so. When Fu Xi heard Xuantian say this, although he knew that he was not qualified to ask Shizun to oppose the Heavenly Dao for himself, he still felt a sense of grievance, and felt as if he had been betrayed, and his heart tingled. Seeing Fu Xi like this, Xuantian sighed, rubbed his head, and said, "Fu Xi, why can't you trust me a little more?" I am your master, and I will naturally think about you, although you can't become a saint in the wilderness, but I can help you ask for a Hongmeng purple qi from the Great Dao, like the Chaos Demon God, take the road of law sanctification." After Xuantian finished speaking, he helped Fu Xi tidy up his appearance, Fu Xi heard Xuantian's words, knew that he had misunderstood him, and wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into, but his heart was warm, and at the same time he felt that a seed in his heart had begun to take root and sprout.

At this moment, Xuantian said: "Okay, the others are almost here, I'll send you outside Zixiao Palace, you pretend to have just arrived, otherwise it won't be fun." A gentle word broke the heavy atmosphere and lifted everyone's mood. Then Xuantian cast a spell to send Fuxi and Nuwa out.

――――――――――――――――I am the dividing line of perspective transformation―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――― Nuwa and Fu Xi had just arrived outside the Zixiao Palace, and they had gathered their smiles, when they saw the chaotic qi surging in the distance, and three Da Luo Jin Immortal peak level Daoists appeared. I saw that the old man-like Taoist came over, saluted and said: "Poor Dao Lao Tzu has seen two Taoist friends, these are the two younger brothers of Poor Dao, Yuan Shi and Tongtian, the three of us are cultivating in Kunlun Mountain, I don't know who the two Taoist friends are?" At this time, Fu Xi said: "Poor Dao Fuxi, this is Nuwa, the sister of Poor Dao, who is now cultivating on Xuantian Island in the East China Sea. Lao Tzu said: "The poor path is already the ultimate of Da Luo, and the cultivation of the two of them has not been able to see through, could it be that the two are already the legendary quasi-saint cultivators?" Fu Xi and Nuwa glanced at each other and said with a smile: "The two brothers and sisters of the poor road have indeed entered the quasi-saint realm. Lao Tzu sighed: "The two of you are really people of great luck." While speaking, other innate gods also came, including Hongyun, a good old man in the wilderness, and his friend Zhen Yuanzi, as well as the demon emperor Emperor Jun Taiyi, the demon master Kunpeng, the Blood Sea Styx, etc., for a while, there was a lively vegetable market outside the Zixiao Palace. At this moment, the gate of Zixiao Palace opened, and a boy walked out and said, "The hour has come, Dao Ancestor is happy, everyone pay attention to quiet, enter softly." ”