"He's attained the Dao?!"
Wang Yuwei craned his neck, utterly dumbfounded.
He truly had not expected that after so little time, the minor cultivator who had wielded the Soul Banner under the protection of that unfamiliar Dao Lord had already attained the Dao.
It was simply like a soaring great sun slowly rising east of the Eastern Sea.
Unbelievable.
Before the words had faded, the prodigies of the Mystic Sect who had once besieged Tu Shan Jun and Shou He already had bloodshot eyes.
Their expressions varied.
Some were astonished, some regretful, some contemplative, some jealous... and there was indignation and greed mixed among them. The minor cultivator they could once have crushed to death with a casual pinch had now completely surpassed them.
Had there been no connection between them, it would have been one thing.
But they had taken part in it. It was as though they had personally witnessed the rise of a mighty power.
Perhaps before long, prodigies of great factions like them would become supporting figures in the legends of a mighty power.
"He has walked ahead of us."
Tang Anhuang said with a sigh.
"Amitabha." Xuan Nan likewise let out a long sigh.
Back then, he had been the last to act. Failing to save the artifact spirit that had sunk into the bitter sea had truly been a great regret. Looking at things now, even the minor cultivator wielding the divine weapon had become his senior. The myriad flavors in his heart were even harder to speak of to anyone.
Among them, Liu Yanghe was the most taken aback, and even his resolute gaze wavered.
The Dao Lord of the Hehuan Sect, standing in the void above the palace, sensed his disciple's emotions and said calmly, "That was originally your opportunity. You failed