"Many thanks, Dao Lord!"
"Thank you, Senior Taichu!"
"Many thanks..."
Outside Hongmeng Palace, countless powerful figures bowed toward the palace.
Then, scrambling over one another, they picked up their stone bowls and eagerly swallowed the contents.
In the past, let alone the flesh of an existence beyond the Great Dao Realm, they would not have dared eat even the flesh of a Saint's Disciple.
But now, forget Saint's Disciples—even Nuwa, seated among them, would have a chunk bitten off her if she dared speak rudely.
Who among those able to sit here lacked a backer?
Even the weakest were Earthly Dao Saints.
Now that the Earthly Dao would ultimately replace the Heavenly Dao in Hong Huang, why should they, Earthly Dao Saints, fear any Heavenly Dao Supreme?
At that moment, Nuwa's body trembled slightly as she faintly sensed one scorching gaze after another fixed upon her.
Her expression darkened slightly, and she hurriedly shielded the stone bowl before her. They could bite her if they wanted, but if they wanted the meat in her bowl, they could forget it.
It was just that she would be unable to bring this meat soup back for her elder brother.
Before long, the stone bowls before the many powerful figures had been licked clean, not a drop of broth remaining.
The auras within them instantly surged, gaining an incomparably terrifying and profound power.
It was as though they had undergone some kind of sudden enlightenment, and they all sat down cross-legged.
For a time, not only were their auras changing—even their comprehension of the Dao, their divine souls, and even their true spirits were becoming stronger.
This was especially true for Kong Xuan and the others who had come with their elders, as well as the Six-Eared Macaque and the Blood-Winged Black Mosquito.