Beichen couldn't help drawing in a sharp breath at Great Immortal Yang Mei's words.
For a moment, he felt the Great Dao's profoundness: gazing up, it rose ever higher; delving into it, it grew ever deeper. His master's presence seemed boundless, impossible to fathom!
As for Beichen's current cultivation, there was a vast gulf between him and Great Immortal Yang Mei. Beichen had no idea how much weaker he was.
Back when Beichen had seen the Dao's aura around Old Ancestor Hongjun in the Purple Firmament Palace, it had been nowhere near as powerful as Great Immortal Yang Mei's, nor anywhere near as profound as what he was seeing now!
It seems taking this master as my teacher was well worth it!
Beichen was secretly delighted.
Even if Great Immortal Yang Mei had made himself sound a little grandiose, he was at least a Great Dao Saint, one of the Three Thousand Great Daos!
His cultivation and power were ultimately above those of a Heavenly Dao Saint. He was definitely far stronger than Old Ancestor Hongjun!
In an instant, Great Immortal Yang Mei got straight to the point. "Beichen, if you wish to become a Great Dao Saint, you must pay heed to your own foundations and rely on them to attain sainthood!"
"I can tell you this: with your origins, becoming a Great Dao Saint will not be difficult!" At Great Immortal Yang Mei's level, there was no need for a Great Dao Saint to hide anything. His words were utterly sincere and natural. "If you didn't have the aptitude to become a Great Dao Saint, I wouldn't have taken you as my disciple."
"My foundations?"
Beichen began following Great Immortal Yang Mei's train of thought, considering his own origins.
"I was born in the North Sea, brought into