Tens of thousands of years passed in the blink of an eye. After the four Saints had taken their places one after another, the structure of the Primordial World seemed to be slowly changing. Saint Nuwa was one thing: she dwelled in Chaos, kept to herself, and remained beyond the Primordial World.
The Three Pure Ones, however, were different. Their Daoist abodes were on Kunlun Mountain in the Primordial World, and establishing their sects meant passing down their Dao Lineages. The Saints' sects were no ordinary factions. Cultivators across the Primordial World, especially rootless rogue cultivators, were all itching to join. They thought that gaining entry to a Saint's sect would be like a carp leaping over the Dragon Gate.
The Three Pure Ones had established their sects and become Saints. Though no major news had come from them, the impact was immense. Even before the Saintly sects began recruiting disciples, they had already become the strongest forces in the Primordial World. Many were waiting to see the Heavenly Court become a laughingstock.
Di Jun had been in low spirits for some time. Though he had long anticipated this day, now that it had finally arrived, he still felt bitter. The dignified Lord of Heavenly Court seemed destined to become little more than a figurehead beneath the Saints. He was deeply unwilling to accept it.
While the Primordial World was caught in turbulent currents, Mount Fang Island in the East Sea remained as peaceful as ever. Countless Yuan Hui had passed, yet the Supreme Yang Lineage had always stood aloof, untouched by the conflicts of the Primordial World. It had been so before, and even after the Saints emerged, that did not seem likely to change.
Though the immortal island had relatively few living beings, it had formed a Dao