The Holy Palace had paid such a tremendous price, so the cultivation of future Saints was naturally its highest priority.
After all, this was a matter of great importance.
Otherwise, if the Saints they nurtured turned out to be morally corrupt, then forget the races of the universe—the entire Origin Continent would be finished.
Naturally, the Holy Palace kept an extremely tight grip on such matters.
Others who sought to become one of the Eastern Region's Top Hundred were most likely aiming for a Saint's guidance and a place among the Saint reserves.
But Ye Lin's thoughts were simple. He had his sights set solely on resources, trade points, and secret realms.
A Saint's guidance and the cultivation of Saints were not within Ye Lin's concerns.
If there was nothing, that was only to be expected. If there was, it would be an unexpected delight.
After all, being cultivated as a Saint would inevitably come with all sorts of restrictions, and Ye Lin had no desire to be bound by them.
Besides, becoming a Saint... was it really that difficult?
Once he broke through to the Quasi-Saint realm, if anyone displeased him, he could simply use his realm advancement opportunity and break through to the Saint realm in one fell swoop.
However, back then, Ye Lin had had no clear goal for that opportunity. He only knew that the further he progressed, the more precious that opportunity would become.
But ever since seeing Ye Xiu's memories, Ye Lin had found a goal.
The three thousand Dao Masters were fixed?
Heh...
When the time came, he would simply use that opportunity. What would happen then?
No one knew.
Ye Lin did not know either.
Perhaps when he reached that step, he would find out.
"I feel like I can accept missions