Lin Heng's pupils contracted. Following Saint Ye's words, an image of withering and rebirth alternating appeared before him.
Master and disciple, separated across time and space, walked one before the other through golden fields brimming with immortal aura.
A Sage expounding the Dao, a Sage teaching, a Sage instructing—each was an opportunity one could only stumble upon by chance.
During this time, he had already figured out his identity. His name contained the character Ding, but his surname was not Lin. Like Saint Ye, his surname was Gao.
That was how he had come by the nickname Little Ding.
Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, Third Senior Sister—they were the same. They were all pitiful people Master had taken in while wandering the world.
From his senior brothers and sisters, Lin Heng came to know a different image of the Sage.
Within the immortal domains of All Heavens, there were twelve Sages. Saint Ye alone had risen from the grassroots, born with a mortal body and becoming a Sage through the flesh.
The others had either relied on their family foundations or possessed powerful, heaven-defying bloodlines.
That was why someone from the bottom preferred seeking out others from the bottom. His aim was also to prove that ordinary people were not necessarily unable to defy fate and change their destiny.
This belief had influenced countless people, to the point that the believers outside the Sage Palace far outnumbered those of ordinary Sages.
The faith gathered by these believers was enough to let a Sage take another step forward—enough, at the very least, to touch the level of an Immortal King.
Yet Saint Ye had not done so. He had used that vast faith to establish the momentum of the Heavenly Dao.
All living beings of the Three Thousand Great Realms, regardless