It-Transformed Freedom Heavenly Demon Lord turned a deaf ear to the tsunami-like praises ringing all around. He closed his eyes and sat in stillness for a long while, carefully savoring the profound insights of having just entered the Saint realm.
He felt that the invisible barrier around his soul, which had isolated him from the Heavenly Dao, had long since vanished like smoke.
His Primordial Spirit had become one with the Heavenly Dao and lay under its protection. His Clear Spiritual Platform was mirror-bright; the truths of every Great Dao appeared down to the minute detail, vivid within his heart.
It-Transformed Freedom Heavenly Demon Lord's heart burned. Ravenous with hunger, he absorbed, verified, and refined with all his strength.
His cultivation rose with the tide, climbing step by step.
It was precisely because he had newly attained the Saint position, while his Primordial Spirit was still at its most keen and lucid, that his perception of the Heavenly Dao was especially clear. This was an opportunity bestowed by the Heavenly Dao itself, rare beyond measure.
For one who had just become a Saint, such an opportunity to face the Heavenly Dao directly and comprehend its ultimate truths concerned how far they would travel on the Great Dao in the future. Its benefits were beyond estimation.
The firmer one's foundation, the faster one comprehended the Dao; one solid step surpassed ten hollow steps taken by others.
As the lord of one side of the Devil Race, how could It-Transformed Freedom Heavenly Demon Lord not understand this principle?
The Devil Race had always believed that the strong ruled supreme. Today, you stood at the peak, and your command was law; tomorrow, should someone shatter your throne, all your authority, glory, and followers would change hands.
He had not ascended the Nine Nether