Watching He Heng depart, the Upper Pure Daoist murmured, "Saints are rather peculiar beings. But we, too, are about to attain that state."
The Jade Pure Daoist glanced at him and said coolly, "The Heavenly Dao occupies four parts of nine. If someone truly takes control of it, the Da Luo Dao Fruit will surely belong to him alone. Hah. In the end, we'll have to fight it out."
"What do you plan to do?" the Grand Pure Daoist asked gravely.
The Jade Pure Daoist looked toward the place where Jieyin, Zhunti, and Fuxi had just departed. Calmly, he said, "Let's wait for the right moment. We'll get our chance eventually. We can discuss everything after we become Saints."
"The sainthood was granted to us by him. What if it's a trap?" the Upper Pure Daoist asked with a frown.
The Grand Pure Daoist shook his head. "You don't need to worry about that. He isn't the true Heavenly Dao yet. Even as he becomes a Saint, he's bound by its rules. There are things he can't—or shouldn't—do. Otherwise, he could simply have erased us all."
"That makes sense. Still, he must have his own plans. Right now, he certainly has the upper hand, but he'll also become everyone's target." The Jade Pure Daoist's expression turned icy. "From this day forward, he won't have a single ally."
"I imagine plenty of people are plotting against Heng. But they don't understand: all their efforts will be in vain. Once Heng slays Shen Ni, no one in this world will be able to check me."
Within a palace, Muddled and Chaotic, He Heng was wreathed in hazy Daoist aura. His face gradually blurred, veiled beneath layer upon layer of mist. Each cloud of light seemed to contain countless principles and profound