"Shen Nong! Shen Nong, one of the Human Race's three great Ancient Saints?"
Upon suddenly hearing this name, even Li Qingyun in his dream could not help but have his mind quake violently. Surprise, excitement, and even a trace of filial yearning rose within him.
Standing amid the drizzling rain, his body trembled with excitement.
It was far too unexpected!
All along, he had believed that the Human Dao Three Saints had already perished.
The confirmed death of the Yellow Emperor, the vanished Empress Wa, and the missing Shen Nong—without the protection of Saints, the Human Race after Primordial had truly lived too miserably.
Now, pure-blooded humans had nearly vanished entirely. Perhaps only Li Qingyun, with his Taiqing identity, remained as the Human Dao's "orphan."
An orphan who suddenly saw the source of his own lineage, an Ancient Saint who had long been missing—of course he was overjoyed beyond restraint.
"My Dao is not alone..."
Intense emotion surged through Li Qingyun's heart. Even within the dream, tears of excitement welled in his eyes.
Yet even amid such powerful emotions, deep within his heart, he instinctively retained a thread of vigilance.
His body trembled, but his feet did not move rashly. He merely stood amid the rain, then immediately bowed deeply toward the old man in the bamboo hat and straw raincoat.
His voice choked slightly. "This junior pays respects to Saint Shen Nong!"
"Good, good, good..." The ancient figure calling himself Shen Nong leaned upon a wooden staff, seeming equally full of emotion. An air of the vicissitudes of countless ages appeared upon his blurred face.
His gaze carried an indescribable ash-gray sorrow as he stared steadily at the young man in the rain and mist. With a sigh, he said, "Your heart must be filled with countless grievances and