Niu Ben looked at the saintly pressure emanating from Huang Tian, sweeping across the Primordial Wilderness, and merely nodded lazily. His casual attitude made it seem as though one of his disciples had merely passed an end-of-term exam—nothing worth making a fuss over.
"Alright, you've proven the Dao and become a saint."
"What remains is your own business."
"How to govern the Human Race and strengthen the Human Path—don't ask me. I don't know anything."
He waved his hand, looking exactly like a hands-off shopkeeper.
Huang Tian, however, felt a warm current rise within his heart. He knew that his master was letting him walk his own path.
He respectfully bowed once more.
"This disciple shall obey Master's command!"
"Mm."
Niu Ben answered, yawned, turned around, and took a step forward.
His figure vanished from where he stood, as though he had never been there at all.
When he came, heaven and earth collapsed, and countless Dao cried out.
When he left, there was not a sound, and he did not take even a single cloud with him.
Only after Niu Ben's figure had completely disappeared did the terrifying pressure, like an impassable abyss pressing upon the hearts of all saints and great powers, finally dissipate.
At that moment, countless experts throughout the Primordial Wilderness let out long breaths of foul air.
Just now, they had truly felt as if their hearts were about to be crushed apart by that invisible pressure.
Then, after a brief silence.
Below Kongtong Mountain, the countless members of the Human Race erupted into cheers even more frenzied and thunderous than before!
"Saint Master!"
"Saint Master is mighty!"
"Human Race Saint Master, eternal and indestructible!"
They madly shouted Niu Ben's name, their excited faces filled with the purest worship and gratitude.
The Human Race Three