He Would Become a Sage!

"Perhaps there'll be a chance in the future," Bai Yang murmured.

"The future?" Changqing True Person asked, not quite understanding.

Rising to his feet, Bai Yang nodded. "That's right, the future. For now, I'm only sowing the seeds of cultivation. One day, when cultivation and technology coexist in this world, everyone will have the chance to learn Divine Abilities and wondrous arts!"

At Bai Yang's words, the expressions of everyone present turned gloomy.

Changqing even swayed on his feet. "The future... We're all already past fifty. We probably won't live to see such a flourishing age arrive. How tragic—to be born at the wrong time!"

They had devoted their lives to following in the footsteps of the divine spirits. Now they had glimpsed hope, only to be told they would have to wait for some unknown future. The complicated feeling of seeing hope, then having it snatched away, was easy to imagine.

"There's no need to grieve. Before this, the arts were hidden from the world, and you lived just fine, didn't you?" Bai Yang consoled them.

"It's not the same. When the arts didn't exist in the world, everything simply followed its natural course. But now that we've witnessed the existence of the Dao and its arts with our own eyes, how can we possibly find peace?" Changqing said bitterly.

Just then, Monk Yuantong of Shaolin looked at Bai Yang nervously. "Mr. Bai, you're the only one in the world who commands wondrous arts and Divine Abilities. Could you bestow upon us the great Dao's teachings, so that we might cultivate?"

"That's right. We implore you, Mr. Bai, to grant us a cultivation method, so we can glimpse the realm of the gods..."

As Monk Yuantong spoke, representatives of the various faiths present pleaded with Bai Yang. Their words