The boy True Martial watched this unfold and fell into utter confusion. If you're the Daoist Venerable's attendant, then who am I?
Had Haotian Shangdi not been an Other Shore Practitioner, True Martial would have charged forward and fought him to the death.
The Daoist Venerable remained serene. In the primordial antiquity era, before he transcended, his attendant had been True Martial. But after his transcendence, history had corrected itself, producing records that named Haotian as his attendant.
With a single thought, one who attained the Dao Fruit could overturn heaven and earth. No matter how outrageous or inconceivable something was, it would manifest.
By calling himself the attendant, Lin Xian was invoking precisely this myth.
Since the Daoist Venerable himself had spread that account, Lin Xian would simply climb the pole held out to him.
"Holy shit, that actually works!"
Yuanshi Tianzun, Meng Qi, could not help swearing. He had thought himself shameless enough, but had never imagined that beyond every master stood an even greater master.
The other Other Shore Practitioners also shook their heads inwardly. The Daoist Venerable and the Three Pure Ones had transcended in succession, providing actual precedents. The next to transcend might well be among them. What could happen once and twice could happen a third time.
If they knelt now, how could they face the Daoist Venerable and the Three Pure Ones after transcending themselves?
Other Shore Practitioners were imperishable through myriad tribulations. Aside from matters concerning the Dao Fruit, nothing mattered more to them than face.
Only Lin Xian remained perfectly composed, kowtowing without pause. How many Other Shore Divine Weapons was face worth? If a few kowtows could earn him the Origin Yang Ruler, who knew how many Fortune practitioners would kowtow all the way from the Chaos Sea to the