Xi He Obtains the Position of Saint

Yunxiao's place had already been decided. Who would this remaining one go to?

Qin Mu did not keep them in suspense. Raising a hand, he took out the second cluster of Heavenly Dao Origin.

"As for this second Saint seat..."

He turned around, his gaze falling upon the figure that had just arrived outside the hall.

"Xi He, your timing is perfect."

"This grand gift should be given to you."

Xi He appeared outside Biyou Palace. Having sensed Qin Mu's return, she had come specially to see him, her heart filled with joy—only to hear those final words.

"Xi He, your timing is perfect."

"This grand gift should be given to you."

For a moment, every gaze in the great hall—along with that cluster of Heavenly Dao Origin capable of driving any Quasi-Saint mad—converged upon her.

Xi He stood frozen where she was.

Those eyes of hers, which had once reflected the Taiyin Star, cool and serene as an ancient frozen moon, were now filled with indescribable astonishment.

A Saint seat?

For me?

She was no ignorant little immortal. As the Taiyin Goddess and the Heavenly Empress of the Demon Court, her cultivation had long reached the Sub-Saint realm. She stood only half a step away from the supreme fruition of a Saint.

Yet that half-step was a heavenly chasm, an abyss that cut off ninety-nine percent of the Primordial Wilderness's foremost great experts.

She had never imagined that one day, she would touch that longed-for realm so easily, in such a manner.

And as a gift from her husband.

"Senior Brother, this..."

Bixiao, the most straightforward of them all, was the first to break the silence.

Blinking, she looked from Qin Mu to the peerlessly radiant Xi He outside the hall, then muttered softly, "Is this second Saint seat