A long time later.
On the Supreme Peak where Yi Feng was.
A cultivator capable of flight came to explore.
He gazed from afar at Yi Feng's stone statue with immense curiosity.
His cultivation was not high, yet he was already the strongest in this world.
But he could only fly halfway up the mountain and could only see the seated stone statue above from afar.
The moment this cultivator saw Yi Feng from afar, his heart was filled with boundless shock.
He was already the supreme powerhouse who roamed an entire realm, yet there was actually a figure atop the Supreme Peak.
This utterly overturned everything he knew.
In his eyes, the one atop the Supreme Peak had to be a deity descended among mortals.
Thus.
The cultivator spread this news.
Later generations called this Supreme Peak the Sacred Mountain.
And the figure atop the Sacred Mountain was called the Saint.
The Sacred Mountain and the Saint became an obsession for this world's cultivators.
They all wanted to ascend this Supreme Peak, survey all mountains below, and become a living Saint.
As endless years changed and passed.
One day.
At last, a cultivator reached the mountaintop.
This man wore a Daoist robe and had white beard and hair. He was revered as the Source Flow Venerable.
The moment Source Flow Venerable saw the humanoid stone statue, his heart was filled with incomparable satisfaction.
After countless years had passed, only he had successfully reached the summit and truly arrived at the absolute pinnacle of heaven and earth.
To him, he was now a living Saint.
Yet fear also arose within his heart.
After all, this statue had already stood here countless years ago.
That meant this statue had already reached his present realm countless years ago.
Source Flow Venerable looked