I, Duobao, am not far from becoming a Saint

Silence settled over Biyou Palace.

Daoist Duobao stood where he was, his fingers unconsciously tightening before quickly relaxing again.

He had nurtured the primordial violet qi in his hand for countless years.

Every time he entered seclusion, he could sense within it a path leading to Sainthood.

Yet something always stood between him and that path.

He could see it, but never reach it.

Since Qin Mu had asked, Duobao no longer concealed the truth.

"Senior brother, there is indeed an obstacle."

Duobao gave a bitter smile, a trace of helplessness creeping into his voice.

"This strand of primordial violet qi has long since merged with my primordial spirit. In theory, once I have accumulated enough, I should be able to use it to glimpse a Heavenly Dao saint position. Yet every time my deductions reach the crucial point, the violet qi falls dormant."

"It is neither a lack of magical power nor insufficient cultivation."

"I can sense that what I lack is an opportunity powerful enough to truly move heaven and earth."

Zhao Gongming frowned.

"Second senior brother, you have spent all these years looking after the Interception Sect, imparting the Dao and its arts, and regulating the fortune of the East Sea. Is that still not enough?"

Duobao shook his head.

"My work within the sect earns merit, but not enough to let me take that final step."

"Becoming a Saint has never been a matter of cultivation alone. Primordial violet qi is merely a key. Whether there is a path beyond the door ultimately depends on whether the Heavenly Dao is willing to open it."

At those words, Yunxiao's hand paused slightly around the saint throne origin.

She had only just received a complete Saint position, and her excitement had yet to fade. Hearing Duobao now, she