Yunxiao's place had already been decided. Who would receive the remaining one?
Qin Mu did not keep them guessing. With a lift of his hand, he brought out the second cluster of Heavenly Dao Origin.
"As for this second Saint Position..."
He turned around, his gaze falling on the figure that had just arrived outside the hall.
"Xi He, you've come at just the right time."
"This grand gift should be given to you."
Xi He appeared outside Biyou Palace. She had sensed Qin Mu's return and, overjoyed, had come specifically to see him—only to hear those final words.
"Xi He, you've come at just the right time."
"This grand gift should be given to you."
For a moment, every gaze in the Great Hall, along with that cluster of Heavenly Dao Origin capable of driving any Quasi-Saint mad, converged upon her.
Xi He stood frozen in place.
Those eyes of hers, which had once reflected the Taiyin Star, cold and clear as an ancient frosty moon, were now filled with indescribable astonishment.
A Saint Position?
For me?
She was no ignorant little immortal. As the Taiyin Goddess and the former Heavenly Empress of the Demon Court, her cultivation had long since reached the realm of a Sub-Saint. She stood only half a step away from the supreme Saint fruition.
Yet that half-step was a heavenly chasm, cutting off ninety-nine percent of the Primordial Wilderness's greatest powers.
She had never imagined that one day, she would touch the realm she had yearned for in such a way, so easily.
And as a gift from her husband, no less.
"Senior Disciple Brother, this..."
The first to break the silence was the most straightforward Bixiao.
She blinked, looked from Qin Mu to the peerlessly graceful Xi He outside the hall, and muttered