New Chapter: Summoning the Supreme Being to Manifest

The universe was boundless, yet True Saints were few!

What Wu Dao spoke of was a realm that present-day superhumans could not reach.

All parties were startled. Even ripples stirred in the depths of Wang Xuan's eyes. True Saints were few?

But Wu Dao's words were far too unpleasant. He had actually uttered things like backwater corners and Wild Saints—it was simply unbearable.

Wang Xuan spoke. "Those with foul mouths generally come to no good end. Wu Dao, you live up to your name. Your road is gone."

A young woman came swaying gracefully through the starry sky, her snow-white chin slightly raised. "What would a country bumpkin like you know? My Senior Brother's name speaks of the nonexistence and existence of the Dao. There is true meaning within it, which you simply do not understand."

She was slender and tall, clad in Five-Colored Armor. Her black hair fell over her shoulders, her skin was fair, and a tear mole rested beneath the corner of her left eye, making her look exceedingly alluring.

Wu Dao spoke. "No matter how much you say, it is useless. What kind of True Saint Dojo is Flower-Fruit Mountain? I know perfectly well what is going on—it is nothing but a patch of wilderness!"

He was indifferent and forceful. Though his voice was not loud, it struck every person's heart like a hammer.

This caused many superhumans to reveal strange expressions. Wu Dao was so certain—could Flower-Fruit Mountain really be a fraud?

Wu Dao wore Golden Armor, dazzling beyond compare. His golden hair drifted in the air, his eyes deep. Step by step, he approached, confident and aggressively overbearing.

At present, his expression and corresponding emotions clearly conveyed certain information.

Wang Xuan's face remained cold and calm. He realized that the matter of Zhong Cheng