According to Hongjun's calculations, there were still at least tens of thousands of years before Nuwa became a Saint.
But for some reason, Nuwa had become a Saint ahead of schedule.
He furrowed his brow and made a calculation.
Yet he still got no results.
The Heavenly secrets of the Primordial World were in disarray, making his deductions highly unreliable.
He looked at Daoist Qing Wei beside him.
Then his brow relaxed, and he said, "Nephew Qing Wei, I didn't think things through before. I sent you all on such a dangerous task, and that led to Nephew Cang Mingzi's death."
"So I've decided to give you some simpler tasks from now on."
"How about this? Go to Kunlun Mountain and enlighten Daoist Yuanshi and Laozi!"
"Tell them that their opportunity to become Saints lies with the Human Race."
Daoist Qing Wei was taken aback.
Wasn't this task a little too easy?
But he soon understood.
Daoist Yuanshi, Laozi, and the others were all Hongjun's disciples.
The arrival of their opportunity to become Saints was good news for them.
By then, Daoist Qing Wei would probably no longer be needed.
He secretly rejoiced.
That way, he could return in peace, collect his Primordial Pill, and focus on his cultivation.
He was not far from attaining the Primordial Dao Fruit.
At the thought, his face lit up.
"I'll go at once!"
With that, Daoist Qing Wei transformed into a breeze and vanished in an instant.
Meanwhile.
The child Hao Tian asked, "Master, should I go to Tongtian as well?"
"No need. Tongtian is too close to the Demon Race! Let him wait a little longer," Daoist Hongjun said coldly.
Hearing this, Hao Tian secretly thought that Daoist Hongjun was playing favorites.
Then he continued, "Master, Daoist Qing Wei was actually crying