Zhulong: Daoist friend, is what you're saying true?

Ziwei's words stunned Zhulong, who asked in astonishment, "Fellow Daoist Ziwei, are you serious? Don't joke with me at a time like this!"

"How could I joke about something so important?"

Ziwei looked serious, and seeing that Zhulong didn't believe her, she explained again.

"I am the representative of the Human Path, one of the Three Paths of Heaven, Earth, and Humanity, and Humanity. Think about it with your dragon head: the Heavenly Dao can create Heavenly Dao Sage, so how can I, a mere Human Path, bestow upon several Sages?"

"That makes sense, doesn't it?"

Upon hearing this, Zhulong was utterly shocked. After thinking about it carefully, it seemed to make sense.

Human Path may be weak, but its functions are still intact. So what if it produces a few Sage?

"You Human Race are about to take off! Old Dragon 'm so envious!" Zhulong made no attempt to hide his envy. If only Human Path were like the Heavenly Dao, producing a few Sage.

Wouldn't the Human Race just take off then?

Upon hearing this, Ziwei casually waved her hand and smiled, "The Human Path does not only Human Race; all living beings in the world belong to this Way."

"The same applies to your Dragon Clan. I plan to bestow one of the holy positions upon your Dragon Clan."

"Yes, yes, the Dragon Clan... wait, what did you say?" Zhulong's smile froze, and then he looked at Ziwei with astonishment, his lips trembling with excitement.

"Don't get excited. I said I'd give one of the holy positions to your Dragon Clan."

Ziwei repeated herself, trying to calm the Old Dragon down, afraid that he might not be able to hold on and would pass out.

She's so weak, she can't withstand any stimulation.

Upon hearing this, Zhulong was so excited he almost jumped up, and so moved he nearly burst into tears. "Ziwei, are you telling the truth?"

Her voice was already trembling with sobs.

Ziwei nodded emphatically and said, "As Human Path, my words are naturally true. The Dragon Clan belongs to all living beings in the world, and it is only right and proper that one of you should be included."

He said with a serious expression, "Becoming a Saint requires a certain foundation, at least the foundation of Quasi-Sage. If one is just a mortal with no cultivation at all, one cannot withstand the power of becoming a Saint."

The Dragon Clan is qualified.

The prosperity of Human Path cannot rely solely on the Human Race; it also requires the unity of other powerful races to be sustained.

And the Dragon Clan happens to fit this condition.

Putting everything else aside, just based on Zhulong's keen insight, Ziwei felt that they should also be given a title.

Zhulong was so excited that his scalp tingled. He was more excited than ever before. He never expected that happiness would come so suddenly.

"Fellow Daoist Zhulong, please don't get excited. I've taken a look, and among the Dragon Clan, only you, Ao Zhan, and Ancestral Dragon are qualified to become saints."

"Since the Ancestral Dragon has betrayed your Dragon Clan, the position of Sage can only be filled by either you or Ao Zhan."

Ziwei continued, her analysis logical and insightful, showing that this was not a spur-of-the-moment decision, but rather something she had pondered for a long time.

"Ao Zhan and I..." Zhulong hesitated, the light in his eyes flickering uncertainly.

Thinking of this, he was so angry he wanted to stomp his feet, "Brother, how could you be so foolish!"

A moment later, he raised his head, looked at Ziwei with an awkward smile, and asked, "Fellow Daoist Ziwei, given our relationship, could you perhaps grant me one more spot?"

Ziwei frowned, shook her head, and said, "Fellow Zhulong, one cannot be too greedy when becoming a dragon. Their numbers are limited and they are not to be trifled with."

Zhulong chuckled dryly and stopped pressing the matter. He knew he had been a bit greedy, wanting two saintly positions, one for Ao Zhan and one for himself.

"Fellow Zhulong, you have wasted countless ages, surviving the great calamity of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans until now. It is time for you to attain enlightenment!"

Ziwei said with a smile, feeling that Zhulong had a tough time too, with endless worries and growing weaker every day. He almost died when the demon god attacked last time.

An old body, constantly being tossed around.

But to Ziwei's surprise, Zhulong shook his head slightly after hearing his words, and said with a smile:

"I intend to make Ao Zhan a saint!"

He smiled with relief, radiating a unique glow from the great love of his predecessors.

"Fellow Daoist, you should think this through carefully. Your foundation is deeper than Ao Zhan's, making you more suitable for becoming a saint. If you miss this opportunity, you may never have another chance."

Ziwei asked in a deep voice, hoping to change Zhulong's mind. In his opinion, Zhulong was the most suitable one besides Ancestral Dragon.

"Forget it, forget it, I'm an old man, let's give this opportunity to the young people!" Zhulong waved his hand and laughed, although he was extremely regretful in his heart, he still looked indifferent on the surface.

This is the magnanimity of an old dragon.

Make way for younger people.

Faced with the temptation of becoming a saint, he struggled to gradually overcome it. Zhulong sighed inwardly, no wonder his elder brother Ancestral Dragon couldn't resist and swallowed the Primordial Violet Qi without hesitation.

Only when such a thing happens to you can you truly understand it. But the only difference is that Zhulong chose to give way, even if he had obtained this holy position by relying on seniority and personal interests.

Therefore, in the days to come, one may always have a deficiency in one's spiritual path.

Ziwei didn't try to persuade him any further, knowing that Zhulong had made up his mind. At this moment, he actually felt a little admiration for the Old Dragon.

Although Wei Long was cunning and treacherous, and only grew stronger with age, he was surprisingly able to let go of such things.

That alone is enough to earn their respect.

"Fellow Zhulong, since you have made up your mind, then I respect your decision."

"With you in the Dragon Clan, what is there to worry about in terms of prosperity?" Ziwei praised, giving a thumbs up.

"Thank you for your understanding, fellow Daoist," Zhulong.

Ziwei waved her hand, indicating that there was no need to be polite, and then, remembering Zhulong's purpose in coming here, she spoke.

"My master has captured Yuanfeng and is probably busy right now. You should go back first, and I will convey your message later."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, fellow Daoist!" Zhulong said gratefully.

He then hurriedly left to tell Ao Zhan the good news and let him prepare.

Ziwei didn't delay and rushed back to the Human Race, where he was about to officially begin his plan to confer sainthood.

At the same time, Yaochi finally returned from the Purple Heaven Palace. When he returned to the Heavenly Court, he was stunned, and his hard-won composure shattered once again.

During her absence, it's understandable that the Duke of the East became the Head of Male Immortals, but what on earth is the Queen Mother of the West?

She became the Head of Female Immortals, ruling over all the female immortals in Heavenly Court.

What have I become?

Yaochi was so angry that the Three Corpse Gods flew into a rage, so she left for a while. When she returned, the entire Heavenly Court had changed drastically.

The entire landscape has changed.

Although it was a bustling scene, it seemed to have nothing to do with me.

Yaochi was so angry that she went to argue with Haotian, but Haotian completely ignored her.

Haotian knew perfectly well that Yaochi's complaint to the Purple Heaven Palace had yielded nothing, and his position was not threatened at all, so he was not flustered at all.

The Yaochi is now dispensable to him, and he doesn't want to pay any attention to it at all.

Once the last two Sages on Dao Ancestor's side are confirmed, that will be the time to begin the calamity.