Although he spoke as if he were making a suggestion, and was quite polite about it, only a Saint would dare address the Heavenly Dao that way throughout all the worlds!
Anyone else would probably have been struck down by a bolt of heavenly lightning.
Although Lin Xiaoyao's cultivation and magical power were still weak, after more than ten years he had only recovered to the Mahayana Realm. But he truly possessed the Saint Fruit Position.
There was no doubt about that.
So no lightning came.
Instead, an image appeared in his mind.
After seeing it, a faint smile tugged at the corners of Lin Xiaoyao's mouth.
He'd only said it offhandedly. He hadn't expected the Heavenly Dao to actually respond.
And the solution it offered was pretty good.
It was clear that even the Heavenly Dao was careful not to slight him, a Saint, and had given him a thoughtful, earnest reply.
But then again, even if other cultivators had thought of this plan, they wouldn't have been able to carry it out.
But Lin Xiaoyao was different.
Lin Xiaoyao rose and walked out of the small courtyard.
This time, however, he didn't head for a lively place. His figure gradually disappeared into the depths of the mountains.
The back mountain of the Feathering Sect was a remote place, but since it was close to the sect's headquarters, there was no real danger.
A short while later, he arrived at a gorge.
There was nothing here except an abundance of oddly shaped stones.
They were said to have been sculpted by the passing years and worn down by mountain floods.
Lin Xiaoyao walked among the strangely shaped stones, looking them over from left to right.
"You'll do."
He stopped suddenly and patted a nearby boulder.
The stone was about