Guangchengzi, Chijingzi, True Person Taiyi, and the other rising stars of the Chan Sect all felt their hearts suddenly tighten at those words.
They watched the figure within the light screen, the Dao shadow that had yet to shatter even under the siege of countless Great Luo imprints.
Feeling the vast Dao resonance that made even their souls tremble, the pride rooted in the superiority of their own origins—born from the sage's favor—seemed to have been struck by a heavy hammer!
"A mere fur-clad creature... actually possesses such a foundation... We, the legitimate lineage of Pangu, the true heirs of Yuqing... are actually inferior to an Innate spirit?" Chijingzi pressed his lips tightly together, his face somewhat pale and his gaze complex and unclear.
"Master actually thinks so highly of him..." A flicker of unwillingness and fierce competitive fire flashed through Guangchengzi's eyes as both hands silently clenched into fists within his sleeves.
"A twelve-petal Dao Flower... how could that be so easily attained? Hmph!" True Person Yuding, True Person Huanglong, and the others were even more shocked. As fellow disciples of Sages, they understood only too well that the gap between them was as vast as a chasm.
Only Immortal Elder Nanji, standing beside Primordial Heavenly Venerate in purple-ribboned immortal robes, with crane-white hair and a youthful face, gazed at Lu Yuan in the light screen. Stroking his beard, he nodded in praise. "Junior Brother Qingxuan... what deep foundations! What a formidable Dao heart!
"To have truly held out until now... given the momentum of his accumulated strength bursting forth, passing this trial is likely only a matter of time.
"Once this tribulation has passed, Junior Brother Qingxuan's Great Dao will surely rise to another level!"
The atmosphere in Shangqing Palace was utterly different.
"Junior Brother Qingxuan!" Saint Mother