Ancestor Yang Mei's pupils contracted to the extreme. As a former Chaos Demon God who had once touched the threshold of the Dao, he understood this better than anyone present.
He knew far more clearly than anyone else there.
What did the eight words "simultaneously control the Three Thousand Great Daos" mean?
It meant absolute, crushing invincibility among those of the same rank!
It meant boundless potential, pointing straight to the Great Dao Origin!
It meant becoming... a Great Dao Master in the future!
It was a truly perfect foundation!
This was a realm that existed only in theory—even in fantasy!
Throughout the ages, how many astonishing geniuses had there been who had not even dared to dream of it?
At this moment, the countless swaying emerald branches of the Willow God seemed to be frozen in place by an invisible force, halting completely.
They revealed just how violently her master's heart was surging.
The composure and calm on Yang Jian's face had long since vanished without a trace.
In their place was the utmost shock and bewilderment.
He had cultivated for endless years and considered himself widely experienced, yet he had never heard of such a shocking method of becoming a Saint!
Lu Pan's mouth hung wide open, his eyes bulging like bronze bells—wide enough to fit his own fist.
A strange "heh-heh" sound came from his throat, but for a long time he could not force out a single complete sentence.
Luo Li covered her little mouth with both hands. Her beautiful eyes were filled with little stars as she gazed at Lu Chen, brimming with endless admiration.
A look of disbelief also appeared on Bai Yaoyao's cold and lovely face. A massive stone had been thrown into her frozen heart lake, sending ripples through it.
Sun Wukong,