The Abyss Clan could not be relied upon.
Li Qingyun could not, and had no possibility of, seeking guidance on the path to Quasi-Saint from the Abyss Clan's three Quasi-Saints or the Nine Saints of the Abyss Clan. Nor would they ever teach the Dao of the "Saint Seat" to a rebellious collateral branch like him.
He knew perfectly well what his standing in the Abyss Clan was now: a lucky "escapee"!
Being able to protect himself and flee that prison known as the Abyss Clan land was already a stroke of luck.
How could he dare hope for an Outer Void Saint to personally point out the way through the fog and grant him the arcane secrets of stepping into Quasi-Saint?
Of course, he possessed the rank of the Three Pure Heavenly Venerates. As long as he spent enough time comprehending "heavenly secrets," new paths would eventually emerge.
At least before reaching the Saint Realm, he need not worry too much.
"And that Divine Farmer from my dreams—if he comes again to entrust a dream to me next time, I can test whether he is real or false."
Troubled by the road ahead, Li Qingyun could not help recalling that "Divine Farmer" with his wooden staff, straw sandals, and rain cape.
"In two months, I will face the second wave of the Obscurity Eruption. Let's see whether this ancient saint arrives exactly on time every time..."
Just then, his expression shifted slightly, and his divine sense instantly spread outward.
Outside the cocoon palace, a fragrant breeze suddenly blew from the depths of the void.
A graceful figure in a dark crimson divine robe emerged from the deep sky, her jade-like face carrying a hint of expectant delight.
Jia Yuxu looked toward the Cloud Cocoon Heavenly Palace before her, strange