Among the Human Race, Who Can Attain Sainthood?

Everyone's hearts tightened.

They understood Niu Ben's meaning.

He had given them an opportunity.

But how the Human Race would seize it was a choice the Human Race itself had to make.

Niu Ben looked toward Huang Tian again.

"Don't rush to refine it."

"A Saint Position is not merely power."

"It is also a shackle."

Huang Tian's expression turned solemn.

"This disciple will remember."

Niu Ben said no more.

The next moment.

His figure began to fade.

Huang Tian instinctively stepped forward.

"Master?"

Niu Ben said calmly, "I still have matters to attend to."

"The path of the Human Race cannot forever be one where I stand at the forefront."

As his words fell.

He vanished completely from the Ancestral Land.

Only that strand of Primordial Violet Qi remained, quietly suspended above Huang Tian's palm.

The Human Race's powerful figures stared at the violet qi.

For a long while, no one spoke.

At last, an elderly sage of the Human Race said in a trembling voice, "Our Human Race... is finally going to produce a Saint?"

The moment those words fell.

Every gaze in the Ancestral Land lit up at once.

But immediately after.

An even more practical question weighed upon everyone's hearts.

Who would become a Saint?

In an instant.

The gazes of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, the Three Ancestors and ancient sages, and all the Human Race's upper echelons fell upon that strand of violet qi.

The atmosphere quietly changed.

The Primordial Violet Qi hovered above Huang Tian's palm.

That wisp of violet light was not dazzling.

Yet it seemed to illuminate every person's heart.

A Saint Position.

Those two words were too heavy.

Heavy enough to bend the backs of countless Great Experts.

And heavy enough to make even the most steadfast Dao Heart