Yuanshi held the Sanbao Jade Ruyi in his hand and said, "The teacher clearly stated long ago that all of us can become saints.
There is no need to rush, nor any need for anxiety. When the time comes, the opportunity will reveal itself."
Laozi slowly turned his head. Beneath his calm expression lay boundless meaning.
"Opportunities can be waited for, and they can also be created. It is time to make a move."
The Dao was ever inactive, yet nothing was left undone.
Do not do what need not be done, but what must be done must still be done.
One could sit steadily on the fishing platform, doing nothing while watching the world with cold eyes.
Yet in the previous battle in the East Sea, Laozi had lost to Bei Ming.
Now, Bei Ming had created Immortal Script and become Wen Zu, further spreading the prestige of the Mystic Gate.
By comparison, Laozi, the Mystic Gate's Senior Brother, seemed somewhat overshadowed.
When one's position was unstable, one could not remain inactive. One had to leave nothing undone.
They were both Quasi-Saints, yet he had been suppressed. Still, the struggles of ants were not worth mentioning.
What Laozi sought was no longer limited to ordinary disputes, but the struggle of saints—the victory of a saint.
The Three Pure Ones said no more and scattered to travel throughout the Primordial Wilderness.
Of all parties, the one that reacted most strongly to Nüwa becoming a saint and Bei Ming becoming Wen Zu was the Heavenly Court.
Within Emperor Xi Palace, auspicious clouds flowed, divine light carpeted the ground, and golden patterns intertwined into an atmosphere of peace and harmony.
After parting from Bei Ming, Nüwa did not immediately return to Mount Qixi to enter seclusion. Instead, she first went to the