After a pause, his voice deepened. "You are often by my side, so there is no need to be so anxious. In my eyes, even Saints are no more than mustard seeds; yet across the Myriad Worlds, they remain Supreme Beings who look down upon all living things."
As his words fell, his gaze suddenly sharpened. He surveyed the vastness with disdain, looked down upon heaven and earth, scorned the Saint Realm—even the Heavenly Dao was included among those beneath his gaze.
That majestic aura burst forth like a hurricane tearing apart the void, soundless yet enough to make heaven and earth hold their breath.
Feng Yanran stared at him blankly, sparks of starlight flickering in her eyes. It was as though a thousand words had choked in her throat, leaving only that deep, unblinking gaze.
Su Yang suddenly sighed softly. "It is a pity that my four disciples, who guard the four directions, are in the end fated never to set foot in other worlds and seek their own fortunes."
Feng Yanran was slightly stunned upon hearing this. Raising her eyes, she asked, "Husband, you have long comprehended all ages and ascended to the pinnacle of the Heavenly Dao. Why not personally push aside the barriers and suppress a stretch of heaven and earth for Bai Xuan and the others? Once they enter safely, opportunities will naturally come. Whether they succeed or fail, each may depend on Heaven's Mandate—would that not satisfy both sides?"
Yet Su Yang slowly shook his head. "Bai Xuan and the other three bear heaven and earth's decree, guarding the four directions. Their merit is boundless. Though they have not attained Sainthood, they have already gained bodies of everlasting life and indestructibility. But once they leave their posts, the pact sustaining that immortal body will