Without becoming a saint, all is illusion in the end; beneath saints, all are ants and worms!
A saint!
Gu An had heard the name of this realm again. His intuition told him that becoming a saint was not something that could be achieved simply by accumulating Dao cultivation.
Looking across the inside and outside of the Great Dao, let alone saints, even Mystic Profound Venerable Immortals were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns, nearly impossible to encounter. As for existences beyond Mystic Profound Venerable Immortals, Gu An could only be certain that the Heavenly Emperor was one.
Hong Yazi was also pondering those words. He was just as curious about what a saint was.
As an Opening Heaven Great Luo Immortal, how far was he from sainthood?
Each harboring their own thoughts, the two stared blankly at the stone steles covering the mountains and plains ahead.
The realm of saints had dealt them a tremendous shock. Though Hong Yazi's realm was not high enough, he had some understanding of the Ancient Heavenly Court. Looking at the words on those stone steles, he faintly sensed that the existence who had written those words possessed extremely deep Dao cultivation and a very high immortal rank.
A long while passed.
Hong Yazi came back to himself and said, "These stone steles seem like last words left behind by immortal gods. The writing is filled with regret, despair, and rage. Who knows what they encountered?"
Gu An said, "Let's keep going."
With that, he was the first to step onto the slope and walk toward the summit. Hong Yazi followed close behind.
The two passed one stone stele after another. Hong Yazi did not let down his guard and watched their surroundings warily, while Gu An carefully sensed these stone steles.