The Saints Disdain... Stand Up

The place Ziwei was looking at was where the Dragon Clan was located.

When Ao Zhan's name was called, he was completely bewildered and stunned for a moment.

"Idiot! What are you standing there for? Get up there now!"

Zhulong patted him on the shoulder and urged him excitedly.

Ao Zhan realized what was happening, and trembled with excitement as he flew up Mount Shouyang.

The crowd erupted in uproar and excitement. The Human Emperor had invited the Dragon Clan Chief to the stage, and it was clear that he was the first lucky one.

Some people were envious, while others were skeptical and couldn't believe that the Human Emperor could really turn Ao Zhan into a holy dragon.

Throughout the Primordial World, powerful figures and numerous great beings were closely watching this scene.

"The Dragon Clan Chief has ascended! Is the Human Emperor serious? Is he going to elevate him to the Sage?" A powerful figure was puzzled. The first person the Human Emperor conferred a Saint title upon was actually from the Dragon Clan. Was he using them as guinea pigs for an experiment?

While they were surprised, they were mostly skeptical, sighing and mocking, preparing to see Ziwei make a fool of herself.

On Mount Sumeru, the Two Western Sages laughed.

"Heh, just a publicity stunt, nothing more than a gimmick. I don't believe that Ziwei, that wretched creature, can really turn Ao Zhan into Sage!" Zhun Ti sneered.

As someone who has been through it all, he can better understand the difficulty and hardship of becoming a saint. When they became saints, they made Forty-Eight Great Vows and accumulated countless merits before they were able to achieve sainthood.

Now, a mere Ziwei) dares to claim the title of Sage? Isn't that madness?

"Heh, perhaps this is a collaboration between the Human Race and Dragon Clan, a deliberate performance to enhance the prestige of both races. What a clever scheme!"

Jieyin and spoke without hesitation, half-jokingly, clearly not believing that Ziwei could conjure up a Sage.

I'm still just a half-baked saint; what qualifications or ability do I have to do this?

On the other side, on Mount Kunlun.

Yuanshi looked at Mount Shouyang with a cold smile, "Could it be that Ziwei, that wretched creature, is getting impatient because of the recent birth of a new Heavenly Dao Saint, and wants to conjure up Human Dao Saint as well?"

He understood everything; it felt like he could see right through Ziwei's thoughts. He was a great Sage was well-versed in human nature.

Human Path awakened so late; where would the power come from to create a Sage?

This is illogical.

It can only be said that he was in a panic, so panicked that he lost his mind.

Laozi nodded slightly and smiled, "This may be an attempt, but unfortunately, success is almost impossible."

He was still being conservative, leaving some room for possibility, but in his heart he firmly believed that it was bound to fail.

In the distant sea, the Ancestral Dragon, who was meditating, slowly opened his eyes. "Interesting. The Human Emperor actually intends to confer a sainthood upon this brat, Ao Zhan."

He shook his head and chuckled, completely unconcerned, treating it all as a joke.

"If the Dragon Clan could give birth to another Sage, that would be a good thing... Heh, for me to even have such a thought is truly wishful thinking..."

Ancestral Dragon muttered to himself, a mocking smile on his face.

Then, with a swift movement, he left the sea and disappeared.

On Mount Shouyang, Ao Zhan excitedly stepped onto the stage, attracting the attention of everyone, with countless eyes and gazes focused on him.

Even Ao Zhan, the patriarch of the Dragon Clan who had seen the world, felt somewhat awkward at this moment.

"Ao Zhan, please stand on the altar!" Ziwei gestured with her hand and said with a smile.

"Oh well!"

Ao Zhan snapped out of his daze, glanced at the massive altar, and a strange thought suddenly popped into his head: Could the Human Emperor be planning to sacrifice him to the heavens?

That's what he thought, but Ao Zhan didn't hesitate and obediently went up. Such an opportunity wouldn't come again if he missed it.

The onlookers looked puzzled. So that's why the altar was built, but... what else could an altar do besides offering sacrifices?

"Playing tricks! That little dragon, be careful it doesn't become a sacrificial offering to the heavens!" Duke of the East said with a smile, looking quite relaxed, deliberately trying to scare Ao Zhan.

"Don't worry! If it's a sacrificial ceremony to Heaven, you'll be the first offering!" Ziwei glanced sharply at Duke of the East and said coldly.

Then he raised his hand and pointed, and the altar beneath Ao Zhan's feet suddenly lit up.

Streaks of light lit up, starting from the periphery and converging towards the center, forming a huge and mysterious pattern. It was extremely complex, yet pleasing to the eye, containing the profound principles of heaven and earth.

Ao Zhan was startled, feeling a mysterious power emanating from beneath his feet, as if it wanted to refine him into a blood sacrifice.

"Something's wrong, something's wrong, what's going on? I feel like I'm about to melt."

Ao Zhan panicked, feeling like he was about to split open. He wanted to run away, but then he thought, so many people are watching! As the patriarch of the Dragon Clan, how could he embarrass himself under the spotlight?

Even if you sacrifice me today, I will not move an inch!

Ao Zhan suddenly became stubborn, put his hands behind his back, and pretended to be nonchalant, displaying the demeanor of a clan leader.

The Zhulong at the foot of the mountain nodded slightly, his face full of satisfaction and approval. Even from such a distance, he could feel the terrifying aura emanating from the altar.

Ao Zhan was able to act as if nothing had happened; his composure and demeanor, to be honest, reminded him of his younger days.

Ziwei raised her hand and pointed, a beam of light entered the altar, and instantly, dazzling light radiated in all directions, time intertwined, strange phenomena appeared, and it was accompanied by whispers like those of Ancient God.

The sound of the news was deafening to everyone around Mount Buzhou; their eardrums felt like they were about to burst.

"What is that? That altar seems to be talking? Has it come to life?" someone exclaimed, their heart trembling. The pressure emanating from the altar at that moment was terrifying.

Accompanied by the chanting of Ancient God, the sound was initially not loud, but then it became deafening, reaching straight to the heart.

They quickly shut out their hearing; under this sound, they were almost completely overwhelmed.

A group of powerful figures, including Fuxi, Qiangliang, and the white elephant and green lion who were trying to ingratiate themselves with others, stared solemnly at the altar.

Outside the altar, the patterns on the Great Dao intertwine to form a unique design.

They felt the pattern was familiar, as if they had seen it somewhere before, but couldn't quite place it.

The Great Dao pattern descended, and Ao Zhan shuddered. He then felt a magical power flow into his body. At that moment, he felt incredibly comfortable and enlightened, as if the shackles within him had been broken.

The next moment, a resounding Daoist voice rang out.

"Today, I Human Emperor Ziwei, in the name of Human Path, hereby confer upon Ao Zhan of the Dragon Clan the title of Human Dao Saint!"

"Rise!" Ziwei shouted, emanating a terrifying aura. At the same time, the altar trembled, transmitting a terrifying power.

The Ancient God whispers and chants resounded throughout the heavens and shook the universe.

The ancient and vast phantom of the altar appeared in the Primordial World, sitting there between heaven and earth in everyone's eyes.

Countless powerful figures were shocked.

Everyone stand up.