(Girls' Literature)
Ye Tian did not continue. Instead, he raised his gaze to the sky.
Above the void, a figure seemed to exist. You could only sense him smiling as he watched everything.
Yes, sense—not see—because he seemed to be an intangible existence, yet also seemed to stand right before your eyes, utterly impossible to grasp or explain.
That was where the Saint resided. Such was the Saint's realm: you sensed that he was there, yet also sensed that he was not.
An existence that could not be spoken of or understood.
Dan Er and Dan Yi clearly understood what Ye Tian meant as well.
"Were these people really so bold? But even if they refined an entire void, refined an entire Heavenly Dao, it would still be utterly impossible to attain the honor of a Saint. If becoming a Saint were so easy, how could the Heavenly Dao merely be the Heavenly Dao?"
Dan Yi muttered to himself. In this matter, he understood more than Dan Er—even more than Ye Tian.
Because he was a true Quasi-Saint. Only upon reaching this realm could one know that the gap between oneself and the realm of Saints could no longer be described with words.
The Myriad Realms and the Great Thousand worlds were merely projections of a single thought from him.
The ultimate pursuit of transcendence for cultivators was, in truth, Sainthood. Only Saints could cast off the fate of ants.
Even a Quasi-Saint, an existence comparable to the Heavenly Dao, could not contend against all this. With a single thought from a Saint, everything could vanish into smoke and dust.
They did not even need to act. For Dan Yi, the baleful aura of the Heavenly Dao could even be considered his Quasi-Saint tribulation.
Only now could he be considered