Even If I, Jiu Feng, Die on Yan Tang Mountain, My Will Shall Never Perish! If I Do Not Fear Death, Would I Fear Becoming a Saint?

But...

The Queen Mother of the West.

How had an Immortal who had kept such a low profile all these years become a Hunyuan Saint?

That made no sense...

Back in the day, the Witch Clan had swept through the Myriad Races of the Primordial Wilderness, invincible wherever they went. Acknowledged as overlords of the earth, they had ruled over all affairs upon it.

Naturally, they had dealt with the Queen Mother of the West.

As far as her temperament went, she was perfectly fine as a friend. But when it came to cultivating her way to becoming a Hunyuan Saint...

Given the Queen Mother of the West's aptitude...

No, set aptitude aside.

How could the Queen Mother of the West, of all people, possibly have cultivated her way to becoming a Hunyuan Saint?

The Queen Mother of the West was easygoing. To put it bluntly, she lacked that edge!

That edge needed to press onward without fear while pursuing the Great Dao!

Without it, how could she break through to a higher realm, let alone become a Hunyuan Saint?

If even the Queen Mother of the West could become a Hunyuan Saint, then by that logic, plenty of beings in the Primordial Wilderness could too!

"Why..."

"If she gained sudden enlightenment and became a Hunyuan Saint, how did she do it? With such a soft temperament and no edge, how could she become one?"

"Or has she been hiding her true self all along?"

"Enduring humiliation until the moment she broke free of her cocoon and became a butterfly?"

Jiu Feng stood high above.

Facing the bitter, icy gale, her sharply defined face was full of bewilderment.

The Queen Mother of the West had become a Hunyuan Saint, while the Witch Clan still wandered without direction in the Primordial