"This aura!"
For a moment, the beings of the Primordial World raised their heads once again.
Their gazes turned toward the Human Race's territory as Xuandu's unmistakable aura swept in all directions. Within moments, his Saint's pressure had enveloped the entire Primordial World.
"A Saint!"
"Another Saint of their race!"
"This aura—is that Laozi's disciple, Xuandu?"
"That's not right. Didn't Laozi already relinquish his seat? Why has another Saint appeared now?"
"Heavens, could all the Humanity Dao's Saint Seats really be going to the Human Teachings?"
The Primordial World erupted into an uproar.
Countless great spiritual power users stared toward the Human Race's territory in shock, utterly unable to suppress the envy, jealousy, and resentment in their eyes.
There was no other reason: they knew all too well whose aura this was.
It was Xuandu.
Laozi's disciple.
But he absolutely could not have reached this level on his own.
His brilliance had been completely eclipsed by Li Yun's, and precisely because of that, everyone knew one thing perfectly well.
The power behind this breakthrough must have come from special treatment.
Yet even so, Xuandu was now a genuine Saint.
What did that mean?
It meant that, had they been in his place, the process would probably have been easier and smoother, and they would have become even stronger.
Unfortunately, the Humanity Dao's Saint Seats were not something they could covet.
Laozi and Li Yun had already proven that before.
Precisely because of this, their feelings were indescribably complicated.
After all, judging by this trend, Laozi, Li Yun, and Xuandu already held sway over the Humanity Dao's heavens.
Under these circumstances, although the Humanity Dao had the power to make decisions, it could not bypass the master and his two disciples. When that time came...
"Alas, choosing the right path really