That Second Master was surely watching the grand event at the Ascension Stage as well.
If he heard this and refused to agree with Li Qingyun, deeming it "crooked doctrine and heretical nonsense," then he too would have to sever his Dao heart and grievously ruin his future.
Yet if he tacitly accepted Li Qingyun's reasoning, he would be going against "truth."
No matter what, Quasi-Saint Second Master Yuan was doomed to swallow this loss!
"Brat..."
The vague, towering phantom far away at Abyss Gate heard Li Qingyun use him as an example and drag him into the game. Rage surged into his heart, and he could not help muttering a curse.
He felt so stifled that he almost wanted to cough blood.
Second Master dearly wished to say that the brat was spouting nonsense, forcing twisted arguments, and defying the heavens above.
Yet, in the Primordial Era, there truly had not been a single new "Saint" born!
He suddenly felt his Dao spirit scattering and hastily softened his tone. "In truth, what this child said does carry some reason. How could the Primordial Era possibly produce no Saints..."
Having cultivated to such a realm, with the road ahead on the path to Saint at stake, Second Master Yuan naturally had to place his own Dao attainment first.
Even Second Master was like this, let alone the seven or eight youths atop the Ascension Stage.
"In the morning, having heard the Dao, one may die that evening!"
Yuan Wangchen wore a face full of shame. He abruptly rose to his feet and gave Li Qingyun a deep bow of "heartfelt conviction."
"Qingyun's understanding of the essence of the Dao far surpasses mine!"
"Ashamed, ashamed. I had always thought before that your reputation exceeded the reality..."
Immediately afterward, Yuan Yiping, Yuan