With Niu Ben's public permission secured, Burning Lamp Daoist's entire gaunt old face blossomed into a smile, its wrinkles bunching together.
"Thank you for granting my wish, Senior Disciple Brother!"
Burning Lamp Daoist bowed repeatedly with his hands clasped, his body trembling slightly with excitement.
The road to hunyuan!
A supreme opportunity that led straight to sainthood!
He had endured endless ages since the first sermon at Purplexiao Palace. How many mighty peers had he outlived?
Di Jun, Emperor Taiyi, Hong Yun, Zhen Yuanzi...
Which of them had not been a towering titan whose name shook the Primordial Wilderness?
Yet in the end, some had become Saints, others had fallen, while he alone had remained trapped at the quasi-saint peak for countless years, his path forward severed, his dao heart nearly withered dry by the long wait!
Now that azure-gold Saint Crystal lay before his eyes. All he needed to do was beat that junior Xuandu into the dirt, and he could ascend to heaven in a single step, entering the realm of the primordial daluo golden immortal he had dreamed of!
At the thought, Burning Lamp's heart burned with desire. His once-clouded eyes brimmed with greed and the certainty of victory.
To his mind, although Xuandu possessed profound mastery of the Dao and had just defeated both the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chan Sect and Duobao Daoist, he was merely a junior of the Human Race who had cultivated for only a few tribulations.
The Human Race's innate foundations were feeble. How could he compare with one of the three thousand guests of Purplexiao Palace?
Burning Lamp had attained the Dao at the dawn of creation, his true form born from the very first innate coffin. How could a mere Xuandu rival his immense foundations and fathomless magical power?