All Beings Stir, the Heavenly Secrets Emerge
The boundless pressure of the Nanming Volcano rose steadily, its immense power reaching far and wide, like a celestial gale sweeping across the heavens and earth.
Centered on the southern part of the Primordial World, it spread wildly outwards, and all living beings in heaven and earth felt it, their faces filled with astonishment and their souls trembling.
They sensed a familiar aura in this oppressive force, just like when the Dao Ancestor Hongjun attained sainthood, and it was getting closer and closer.
Doesn't this mean that a being is about to attain sainthood?
Countless living beings were horrified, overwhelmed by this aura and unable to breathe.
"The aura is coming from the south. Could it be that Ling Xiao is about to become Sage?"
The world was in an uproar. Not long ago, they had witnessed Ling Xiao defeat the Witch Clan, and now he was on his way to become a saint.
It really didn't take up any time at all.
Time manager.
As the immense aura swept across Mount Yujing, the Three Pure Ones, who were sitting cross-legged, changed their expressions in shock and stood up abruptly.
"This is... Ling Xiao is about to become a saint!?" Yuanshi Shi exclaimed in shock. Even a fool could tell that this aura came from Ling Xiao; in the Primordial World, there was no one else but him.
At this moment, his face was ashen, his soul felt like it was about to explode, and his heart felt as if a billion mountains were pressing down on it, making him almost suffocate.
"How could this be... An unexpected turn of events, completely beyond my expectations." Laozi's expression was solemn, Auspicious Cloud appeared above his head, and the Taiji Diagram rotated to block this aura and prevent it from disturbing their Dao hearts.
"I haven't even severed my three corpses yet, Ling Xiao is already about to become a saint?" Tongtian's expression was extremely solemn, his eyes flashing with sword light, tearing through the void for tens of millions of miles.
He originally intended to challenge Ling Xiao to a duel after severing his three corpses, but before he could even do so, Ling Xiao was about to become a saint. The difference in their abilities was enormous!
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! We, the Three Pure Ones, are the Pangu Orthodox Lineage, and should rightfully become saints first to conform to the laws of Heaven!" Yuanshi was furious and simply could not accept it.
Not long ago, his elder brother said that although Ling Xiao was strong, he might not become a saint before them, and he believed it.
The reversal happened so quickly!
Laozi Tzu, somewhat dejected, said in a deep voice, "Although I have severed my three corpses, I can never reunite them, and thus cannot attain sainthood. I do not know when I will be able to unravel the secrets of heaven..."
He originally thought that once the three corpses were severed, they would quickly reunite, and even if they couldn't merge into one quickly, he would at least see a trace of their thoughts.
He remained clueless, as if the road ahead was blocked, which frustrated him. He wondered when he would take the final step and attain sainthood.
On Western Mount Sumeru, Jieyin and Zhunti had barely regained their sacred ground and hadn't even had a chance to sit down when they were startled and stood up.
"The Nanming Volcano has been extinguished; is Ling Xiao going to use this opportunity to become a saint?"
Zhun Ti cried out, his Dao heart trembling. The joy of reclaiming the Dao site vanished. He would rather give up Mount Sumeru than have Ling Xiao become a saint at this moment.
Ling Xiao becomes a saint at this point, how will they possibly compete?
Unless one hides in the Purple Heaven Palace and seeks the protection of the Dao Ancestor.
"Disaster, a terrible disaster..." Jieyin's expression was uncertain, his eyes revealing fear and apprehension.
For them, Ling Xiao's ascension to sainthood was a far greater threat than the Witch Clan; they were completely different concepts.
"Huh! Things might have changed."
Suddenly, Jieyin's eyes flashed, and his expression changed from surprise to joy.
Zhun Ti cast a suspicious glance at him, Jieyin didn't even look at him and continued to explain.
"Look at the southern sky and earth; it seems the heavens are angry. Perhaps our teacher has already achieved enlightenment and is angered by this."
"Is that so?" Zhun Ti a low voice, his gaze fixed on the south, and a look of joy slowly spread across his face.
In a great mountain in the Primordial World north, Nuwa stood alone, her phoenix eyes gleaming, gazing intently southward. Sensing the boundless aura emanating from it, she felt herself growing ever smaller.
"Ling Xiao is about to become a saint, but where is my chance to become a saint?"
Nuwa murmured to herself, after traveling for tens of thousands of years, she still hadn't gained any enlightenment. She was always just one step away, like a barrier blocking her way, impossible to overcome.
She held a ball of Nine Heavens Breathing Soil in her hand, and held it there as if it were alive.
Nuwa pondered day and night, but she just couldn't figure out how to use this thing to become a saint.
"Um?"
Just as Nuwa was frowning, the Primordial Violet Qi within her body suddenly stirred, as if giving some kind of guidance.
She closed her eyes to comprehend, her body shrouded in Daoist energy, revealing the secrets of heaven. Nuwa revealed her true form, her enormous snake tail gleaming brightly, Daoist patterns flowing across her jet-black snakeskin, exuding a mysterious aura.
"Eastern Wasteland!"
"My chance to become a saint lies here!"
A short while later, Nuwa opened her eyes, a hint of joy flashing across her face, and her long-dormant heart began to stir with excitement.
After countless years of wasted time, she finally found a clue!
Thinking of this, Nuwa could no longer restrain herself and hurried eastward.
She no longer needs to worry about the Witch Clan causing her trouble, because the Twelve Ancestral Witches have already been beaten to death by Ling Xiao in the outer realms, their fate unknown.
From then on, the world was vast, and I could go anywhere.
In the Primordial World, many powerful beings, who were once frequent visitors to the Purple Heaven Palace, became restless because of the aura of Ling Xiao's ascension to sainthood.
An overwhelming sense of unease.
Who in the world doesn't want to become a saint?
The Three Immortal Islands, Penglai Immortal Island, Zhenyuanzi and Hong Yun were dumbfounded.
They've only been back a short time, and Ling Xiao is already about to become a saint?
I don't understand!
That's outrageous.
On the other side of the island, the Three Xiao Fairies stood side by side, looking on with nervous anticipation.
From the Sun Star, two streams of energy burst forth one after the other, radiating intense fluctuations.
Two golden figures emerged from the depths of the Sun Star.
The Nanming Volcano roared like thunder across the heavens and earth, stretching for hundreds of millions of miles, shattering the void with a world-destroying force that terrified all living beings.
Ling Xiao stood tall deep within the Nanming Volcano, the aura emanating from him tearing through space. His slanted eyebrows resembled swords, severing heaven and earth, and his long hair danced in the air like the laws of the Great Dao.
"Sizzle!"
He raised his hand and pointed, and golden light fell to the ground, as if turning stone into gold. Starting from his feet, it expanded to an immeasurable size in an instant, covering the entire Nanming Volcano.
The extinguished Nanming Volcano reignited, only this time with its Origin Fire.
Ling Xiao's aura continued to grow. There was a vast gap between Primordial Origin Golden Immortal and Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal. Only by completing this transformation could one be considered to have truly ascended to the next level.
At this moment, the aura emanating from Ling Xiao could even shatter endless space, and his eyes blazed with Chaos Divine Light, capable of annihilating countless powerful beings.
"Will Hongjun intervene?" Ling Xiao looked up at the sky, his gaze deep and unfathomable, lost in thought. At his current level, he could know many things with a single thought, transcending common sense.
Even the world they saw had changed. Laws and order were everywhere, like a net that enveloped the entire world. If cultivators wanted to transcend, they could only break free of this net-like cage to truly achieve immortality and indestructibility.