"This is where your limited vision shows. He has neither Primordial Violet Qi nor anything beyond picking up Empress Nuwa's scraps. How could he possibly succeed? What do you think?"
"Uh!"
Kong Xuan froze. What the senior said did seem to make sense. If everyone copied Niang Niang and created races, wouldn't the Prehistoric Era be filled with Saints?
"Then what is this phenomenon for?"
"Why did it alarm the entire Prehistoric Era? Because the race Ming He created benefits the Prehistoric Era. The Heavenly Dao considers it an act of great merit, so it displayed it before all living beings. What else did you think it was?"
They had stayed at the Dao Venerable's Dao Field for so many years that Ming He was like a naked man before them. What secrets could he possibly have?
"Since it is such a great meritorious deed, wouldn't Ming He receive a great deal of Heavenly Dao Merit? Then he still has hope of becoming a Saint."
Kong Xuan seemed to have found a point to refute him with.
"Not so. You are not Quasi-Saints, so you do not know how vast the gap between a Quasi-Saint and a Saint is. Beneath Saints, all are ants. Do you truly think that saying is merely a rumor?"
The Quasi-Saint smiled. Why was he getting worked up over a junior?
Kong Xuan was astonished. He did not understand the world of these great figures. In the future, he should watch more and speak less.
Just as the Quasi-Saint had said, once Ming He finished his oath, the Heavenly Dao bestowed infinite Heavenly Dao Merit.
Ming He began absorbing the merit. Before long, all the injuries he had suffered beneath the Blood Sea Origin were completely healed, and his cultivation returned to the mid-stage Quasi-Saint