Kunlun Mountain, the Three Pure Ones' dojo.
The Three Pure Ones sat in the middle, with Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti arranged to either side.
The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive.
After a long while, Zhunti Daoist Friend was the first to speak. "Fellow Daoists, although Wu Ming said that we are Saints ordained by Heaven, that our Saint Positions are secure, I still cannot shake this unease in my heart!"
He paused, sweeping his gaze across the group as his tone grew heavier. "After all, we have yet to truly take that step, to truly Prove the Dao and become a Saint."
"How many variables lie within this? Who can say for certain?"
"So long as we have not become Saints, we shall not know peace!"
His words seemed meant for the others, yet also like he was speaking to himself.
Yuanshi let out a cold snort, his face as dark as still water.
"Hmph, Daoist Friend Zhunti is right!"
"I say the greatest variable is the Demon Race!"
His voice carried suppressed fury. "Di Jun and Taiyi harbor the ambitions of wolves and wild hearts. And now they are deducing some Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Array—their intentions are worthy of execution!"
"Daoist Friend Nuwa, though you are the Demon Race's Empress Wa, Di Jun and Taiyi may not be willing to have another Sage standing above their heads and pressing down upon them!"
"In my view, Daoist Friend, your remaining at Phoenix Nest Mountain all these years and rarely setting foot in the Heavenly Court is likely out of this very concern, is it not?"
Nuwa's delicate body trembled faintly. She lowered her eyelids and said nothing.
Yet that silence was itself an admission.
Seeing this, Zhunti immediately picked up the thread. "What Daoist Friend Yuanshi says is entirely