The path of the Saint King and the path of the Great Sage were laid out by Meng Chuan, one after the other, and engraved into the Root Source of Heaven and Earth.
Though both universes held countless living beings, those who could even touch the threshold of Sainthood were as rare as Phoenix feathers and qilin horns. Becoming a Saint King already surpassed the limits of living beings. Leaving aside Bibi Dong and the other two, the future might produce no more Saint Kings than one could count on both hands.
But having a road to walk and having none were fundamentally different.
"The path to Sainthood has been cleared, and the Saint's Dao has opened. I trust you will conduct yourselves well."
Meng Hongjun spoke coolly. “The pursuit of the Dao has no end. It is like rowing upstream: if you do not advance, you fall back.”
"Only Saints endure forever."
"We will not fail the Dao Ancestor's expectations! We will cultivate diligently and become Saints as soon as we can!"
The Silver Dragon King rose and bowed as she spoke.
Among these three thousand people brought here by fate, she was one of those most grateful to Meng Chuan.
Her move made the others cry out inwardly at their own misstep. Such a perfect chance to make an impression—why hadn't they seized it?
There was nothing hard about saying they would not fail the Dao Ancestor's expectations!
"Good."
Meng Hongjun nodded. A ray of light flew into the Silver Dragon King's brow.
"You have kept the Spirit Beasts in check, prevented unrest, and maintained the world's stability. You have also rendered great service in the Cult Master's expedition across the Starry Sky."
"Today, I grant you an Ancient Scripture of the Saint's Dao. Study it diligently, and