His power was not fading. The chance to become a Saint was drawing near.
A Saint possessed boundless power. No power resided within him, yet power was everywhere.
The spiritual energy and all things in Hong Huang were his to draw upon, inexhaustible and everlasting. With his Primordial Spirit entrusted to the Heavenly Dao, he would be immortal and indestructible.
Who knew how long passed? Perhaps a thousand years, ten thousand, or a hundred thousand.
At last, the characters in the Daoist's Sea of Consciousness stopped spinning. When all fell still, everything had changed.
Quantity had given way to quality!
Hum!
The Daoist's brow trembled. He opened his eyes, and two beams of golden light burst from them, piercing endless Spacetime.
Boom!
That day, a sound of the Great Dao rang between heaven and earth, startling countless living beings.
Then a thunderous crash rolled from the distant sky across all of Hong Huang. Celestial music followed, flowers bloomed everywhere, fragrance filled the air, beasts cried out in unison, and auspicious energy spread throughout the land.
From Jade Capital Mountain rose multicolored light tens of thousands of zhang high, while purple qi appeared in the sky and stretched for hundreds of millions of li.
Across the vast land of Hong Huang, paths of the Great Dao suddenly manifested.
Spiritual energy surged throughout Hong Huang, rising thirty thousand zhang. Countless beings benefited: some gained intelligence, some took human form, and others saw their power soar.
The might of the Great Dao swept across the land. Every living being in Hong Huang fell to their knees and bowed toward Jade Capital Mountain.
All these phenomena had appeared to celebrate the Daoist becoming a Saint. They startled even the mighty cultivators who had been in seclusion.
In an unknown region of Hong Huang,