Hard to Put into Words

However, under the gaze of the saints, Chen Yang's cultivation could no longer be concealed.

Earlier, the saints had all been focused on Duobao and had not noticed Chen Yang's difference. Now that they did, the shock was beyond words.

Zhunti's heart brimmed with envy, making him increasingly bitter. There was no helping it—compared to the Jie Sect, the Buddhist Sect lagged far too far behind. The Jie Sect now had two Half-Step Primordial Unity experts. How could the Buddhist Sect possibly compare?

Tongtian was likewise delighted, yet he humbly treated Chen Yang as a child.

What kind of child could cultivate to Half-Step Primordial Unity? Especially Chen Yang, whose Half-Step Primordial Unity was a Physical Half-Step Primordial Unity. A Physical Half-Step Primordial Unity meant strength. It meant power.

None of the saints could remain calm. Even Nuwa was no exception. After all, she had created the Human Clan, and she had never expected Chen Yang to reach this point.

Laozi also found it difficult to remain composed. "This child Chen Yang is not bad. Not bad at all..."

Though he spoke lightly, he could not help snapping off a few strands of beard as he stroked it.

Yuanshi Tianzun felt increasingly sour at heart. Thinking of his own disciples and the Exposition Sect, sorrow welled up within him. There was no comparison. They simply could not compare.

The Jie Sect now had two Half-Step Primordial Unity experts, three Corpse Severing powerhouses, numerous Great Luo cultivators, and hundreds of thousands of outer disciples. How could the Exposition Sect compare? It truly could not.

The saints pondered in silence, their emotions tangled and complex.

Golden-Spirit Holy Mother restrained her aura, emerging from the joy of Corpse Severing. "Senior Brother Duobao... it was thanks to your breakthrough drawing us along that we