Eight Sceneries Palace.
Saint Taiqing's eyes, placid in nonaction, slowly opened. His gaze pierced through endless space-time and fell upon that stretch of Chaos that had already returned to calm.
Venerable Lord Yuanshi's Jade Void Palace was likewise deathly silent.
Within Wa Huang Palace, Nuwa reclined against her Cloud Bed. The playful look she had originally worn had already been withdrawn, replaced by a profound gravity.
Hongyun's strength had exceeded all their expectations.
A newly ascended Saint who had only just proved Dao had actually been able to rely on his own strength to battle the Two Sages of the West to such a degree.
This was no longer a simple matter of who was stronger or weaker.
This was a qualitative gap.
A Daluo Golden Immortal of the Origin who Proved Dao by Law, and Heavenly Dao Saints like them, seemed to be separated by an uncrossable chasm.
This further cemented the thought that had long since sprouted in their hearts.
Sever the Saint position!
Break away from the Heavenly Dao!
Prove that truly free and unfettered Hunyuan Dao Fruit!
In Saint Taiqing's heart, that Dao heart as still as an ancient well stirred with unprecedented ripples.
It seemed it was time to make some plans for himself.
Western Prosperity was a fixed number of the Heavenly Dao, and the merit and Destiny contained within it were as vast as a sea of smoke.
This was the best opportunity.
An opportunity to add chips to his own hand.
Saint Taiqing's Divine Thought stirred faintly.
"Ziyang, come see me."
Before long, True Person Ziyang's figure appeared within the hall, and he bowed to pay respects.
"Disciple greets Master."
Saint Taiqing looked at this Nominal Disciple of his, his voice indifferent.
"That disciple of yours, Bian Zhuang—how is his cultivation now,