Daoist Yin Yang nodded as well:
"Tai Yi had ultimately become a saint.
Given his temperament and past Karma, he would likely find it difficult to truly remain content.
In the future, he might inevitably clash and interact with the various saints, especially the Human Race—and even with our Earthly Dao.
Daoist brother, do we need to make preparations in advance?"
Zhenyuanzi picked up a chess piece and gently placed it on the board, his gaze distant:
"The great situation is like a chess game; once a piece is placed, there is no regret.
Tai Yi becoming a saint is also one part of the evolution of the Heavenly Dao and Earthly Dao.
The Yao Race Destiny will therefore gather, and the starry sky may be restored more quickly. That is not necessarily a bad thing.
As for the future... soldiers will be blocked by generals, and water will be stopped by earth.
Our Earth Dao Lineage carries Great Virtue Carrying Things. We do not provoke trouble, but neither do we fear it. We only need to watch how things change."
The three spoke casually. Clearly, they had long anticipated this result and did not regard Tai Yi becoming a saint as much of a threat. They viewed it more as a "new change in the situation."
However, the reactions of several other saints throughout the Primordial Wilderness were entirely different.
Kunlun Mountain, Sanqing Dojo.
In Grand Pure Palace, the Dust Whisk in Saint Laozi's hand paused slightly. He opened his half-closed eyes.
Looking toward the starry sky, his ancient, still face showed no expression. He merely muttered:
"Fortune breaking through, purple qi returning to position... The Yao Race has actually produced a true saint."
Then he closed his eyes again, as though he had merely seen an insignificant fallen