Whoever Takes First Place Shall Claim This Saint Crystal!

Within the Eight-Treasure Glazed Pavilion, the azure-gold crystal floated silently, radiating a Dao aura that made hearts race.

Tongtian Cult Master stared fixedly at the Saint Crystal, his throat bobbing.

As a Heavenly Dao Saint, he naturally understood just how weighty this thing was.

In ages past, for cultivators of the Primordial Wilderness to cross the threshold of Hunyuan had been harder than climbing to the heavens.

There were only so many Heavenly Dao Saint Positions, and Dao Ancestor Hongjun had long since divided them all up.

Without Primordial Violet Qi as a catalyst, no matter how heaven-defying one's talent or peerless one's gifts, one could only remain trapped at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm until the immeasurable Tribulation arrived and turned them to ash.

Yet the invasion of beings from other worlds had opened a colossal breach in these stagnant rules.

As long as one could slay a Saint-level powerhouse from another world, one could strip this kind of incomparably pure Saint Crystal from the fragments of their Dao Fruit.

That was why, whenever an interdimensional war began, those old monsters and Quasi-Saint Great Experts of the Primordial Wilderness who normally lived in seclusion would rush to the front lines like madmen.

To them, this was not merely a bloody battle, but a shortcut to becoming Saints laid right before their eyes.

So long as they obtained a complete Saint Crystal, they could forgo the bitter cultivation of countless epochs and forcibly smash open the gates of Hunyuan.

Primordial Heavenly Lord drew a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart as he looked at Niu Ben with eyes full of approval.

"Ben'er, your journey to the Yao Realm not only displayed the supreme might of our Mystic Gate, but also brought an immense stroke of fortune