Yang Mei's gaze swept over the three fellow Daoists before him.
At this moment, they emanated Primordial Chaos auras that even they themselves had never seen before.
During the Chaos era,
he had seen countless Chaos Demon Gods. They had all started as Primordial Saints, yet those Chaos Demon Gods gave him a completely different feeling from the three fellow Daoists before him.
They had truly made up for the flaws in their foundations, turning that void into eternity.
If he had not sealed off the surrounding space, the phenomena caused by these three fellow Daoists would have been even grander than those of Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Red Cloud Ancestor.
"Congratulations to you three fellow Daoists for attaining the Primordial Chaos Dao."
Ancestor Yang Mei spoke slowly.
He glanced at the game table.
All the mahjong tiles and dice had been shattered into dust by the aftershocks of their sainthood.
But at this point, the game had become utterly unimportant.
What puzzled him was that these three fellow Daoists had clearly attained sainthood, yet they still maintained their youthful boyish appearances.
Of course.
Their appearance was merely a minor detail. It was unimportant.
Unimportant?
It was extremely important.
If they returned to their original appearances now, wouldn't the three fellow Daoists become the Three Pure Ones fellow Daoists? How could they continue having a proper conversation with Fellow Daoist Yang Mei?
Besides, they had returned to Primordial Chaos with the help of their own disciple.
Their youthful appearances should last a little longer as well. That way, it could provide some comfort to their eldest disciple.
Of course.
That was only a secondary thought.
As masters, the Three Pure Ones would absolutely never do something like trying to please their disciple.
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Yang Mei, for lending