After Xuan Qing left, Candle Dragon was so shocked by his words that he stood rooted to the spot.
"Second brother, do you know what a Saint is?"
Only after hearing Zu Long's question did Candle Dragon come back to his senses.
"Of course, Big Brother. This is wonderful news! Saints are existences beyond Primordial Origin Golden Immortals—the Transcendence Realm we once sought."
Zu Long's Primordial Spirit suddenly became somewhat unstable. Rather than feeling delighted by the news, Zu Long was shaken.
Back then, they had pursued it for countless years without ever obtaining it. Yet now, with just a word from a Primordial Spirit, he had gained such an opportunity. Then what had all their efforts amounted to?
The Three Tribes had fought and killed one another over that illusory chance, only to end up in such a state.
For a moment, Zu Long fell into a mental fog.
"Big Brother, what's wrong?"
Seeing that something was off with Zu Long's Primordial Spirit, Candle Dragon hurriedly called out to him, finally pulling him out of his confusion.
"Whew! It's nothing. I just can't accept it all at once. How strong is Fellow Daoist Xuan Qing, to be able to bestow such an opportunity?"
Zu Long guessed that Xuan Qing had likely long since broken through the Transcendence Realm. But was granting an opportunity to reach the Transcendence Realm really something a Transcendence Realm cultivator could accomplish?
"I can't guess that either. I've been living secluded in the Sea Eye all these years, so I don't know much about the Primordial Land. But I did hear something before. It seems that a Saint named Nuwa is Fellow Daoist Xuan Qing's disciple."
Candle Dragon had heard this news by accident. At the time, it had nearly shattered his Dao Heart.
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