With the agreement settled, hosts and guests parted in good spirits.
The grand banquet held to welcome Li Yun soon came to a close.
After the banquet, Li Yun was temporarily settled in a private courtyard. He Tiangang personally assigned Saint King Wu Xing to attend to his daily needs.
It was also to keep word of Li Yun's arrival at the Domain Lord's Manor from leaking out.
Once Li Yun had left the hall, only He Tiangang and the Saint Kings remained.
The emotions they had deliberately suppressed erupted.
The Saint Kings began ridiculing Li Yun's demand for Saint King Cultivation Techniques and his ambition to derive a Saint Emperor-level Saint Art himself.
"Domain Lord, this Li Yun... He really dares to dream big!"
"Deriving a Saint Emperor-level Saint Art from Saint King Cultivation Techniques? In all my years, I've never heard of such a thing!"
"Throughout history, Saint Emperor-level Saint Arts have only been broken down to produce Saint King Cultivation Techniques. Using a lower-level technique to work backward toward a higher-level Great Dao? That's putting the cart before the horse. Pure wishful thinking..."
"Exactly. I think there's something wrong with Li Yun's head..."
"How did he ever cultivate to become a Saint King? What a joke..."
Without Li Yun present, everyone spoke without restraint, one after another, treating him as a laughingstock.
To them, he was utterly absurd and had no idea how high the heavens were or how deep the earth was.
He Tiangang listened without joining in or showing the slightest hint of mockery.
He stood quietly in the hall, gazing out at the sea of clouds. After a moment's silence, he spoke slowly.
"You're all right. By any conventional measure, it's impossible."
"To work backward from the lower to the higher has never been