With the All Saints returning to their positions, the situation was irreversible. Bei Ming remained calm and light:
"The struggle among Saints is only beginning to gather chess pieces. Scheming is one thing, but when it comes to planning and strength, let's see the real moves!"
"Junior brother, you're quite confident." Nüwa said with a smile. "In that case, I'm relieved.
"You intend to travel through Honghuang and preach the Dao to all living beings. I'll return to Mount Qixi first. This discussion of the Dao has also given me many insights."
Bei Ming said, "take care."
With a flash of rosy clouds, Nüwa's figure gradually faded away. In an instant, she had returned from Changbai Mountain to Mount Qixi.
In an ordinary battle of magical arts, Bei Ming did not fear the All Saints joining forces.
Yet during the previous battle in the East Sea, the divine ability jointly wielded by the Three Pure Ones had restricted the Twelve Divine Fiends Great Array of the Twelve Ancestor Wizards.
Now that all three had achieved Dao-Proving Sainthood, the power of that technique had surely increased greatly as well.
Furthermore, Saints had a particularly troublesome way of fighting.
If they truly relied on their undying and indestructible nature, willing to self-destruct just to force a fight, they would indeed be rather difficult to handle.
For now, he should first preach the Dao and develop the Literary Sect.
After Yuanshi and Tongtian announced that they would preach the Dao and accept disciples, quite a few cultivators had already begun heading for Kunlun Mountain.
Spiritual energy stirred between the mountains and rivers, making the land exceptionally lively.
He had to be forceful when confronting Saints, and his disciples also had to hold the advantage in battle. He had to grasp both aspects firmly.