"Without realizing it, Chang Geng's strength had become this astonishing. He was far more composed than when he faced the Demon Race back then."
Quan Tong watched the scene beneath the Xuanhuang Pagoda, his eyes full of emotion.
Daoist Duobao, who had come with Quan Tong, naturally knew the background of this Jade Emperor's Incarnation. Though he did not directly address him as Martial Uncle, he was quite courteous at this moment.
After all, the fate of the three teachings facing the calamity was, to a certain extent, now held in this Jade Emperor's hands.
Daoist Duobao smiled. "Junior Brother Chang Geng possesses exceptional comprehension. His achievements today are also the result of his own efforts."
"Indeed. His comprehension has always been quite good."
Quan Tong clasped his hands behind his back, a trace of reminiscence in his eyes, and said calmly:
"When Chang Geng first came to the Heavenly Court, the Jade Emperor had been greatly puzzled.
At that time, the Heavenly Court was utterly destitute. There was only a lone ruler and a handful of ministers relying on one another for survival. Few in the Primordial Wilderness even knew of the Heavenly Court. When it was mentioned, people only recalled that the Six Saints had once done something concerning it.
Before it stood the Demon Court, overthrown by the human race; behind it stood countless immortal sects side by side across the Central Continent of Shen. How awkward the Heavenly Court's position had been.
It was Chang Geng who believed in the Heavenly Court and threw himself into it without hesitation, leading the Heavenly Court step by step to where it stood today."
Daoist Duobao narrowed his eyes with a smile, though inwardly he dearly wanted to say...
If one traced Chang Geng's growth trajectory backward from this