Yang Mei looked at Xuan Qing with admiration. Then a Space Rift appeared and swept Evil Nightmare inside. A miserable scream rang out, and before long, Evil Nightmare dissipated, leaving behind a strand of Origin.
Drawn by the Prehistoric Era, the Origin fell into the mountain before them. The mountain's fissure instantly vanished, and the corroded life force was restored.
"Alright, there's nothing more to deal with here. Let's continue our travels. Perhaps your opportunity to attain the Dao will come."
Xuan Qing gave Nuwa a somewhat wistful look before leaving with Yang Mei.
"An opportunity to attain the Dao?"
Nuwa was confused. She was only at the late stage of the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal Realm. How had attaining the Dao become relevant to her already?
"Fellow Daoist, why is your disciple about to attain the Dao? I couldn't see any sign of it at all."
Like Nuwa, Yang Mei was puzzled, so he asked Xuan Qing for guidance.
"It concerns the greater trend of the Prehistoric Era and cannot be spoken of. You'll see when the time comes. Knowing early or late makes no difference."
"You certainly know how to keep people in suspense, Fellow Daoist. But since you won't say, I'm going to feast on your Spiritual Fruits."
Yang Mei knew Xuan Qing's temperament. Nuwa attaining the Dao had nothing to do with him anyway; he was merely a little envious and jealous.
Attaining the Dao within a single Measure Tribulation—what kind of heaven-defying speed was that? He was a Chaos Demon God.
Xuan Qing had previously been inferior to him. Yet after merely one period of seclusion, he had surpassed him, and now he had even taught such a disciple. The Great Dao truly seemed to be his relative.
"Come, come, come. I happen to have