The Biyou Palace fell silent.
Daoist Duobao stood where he was, his palm unconsciously tightening before quickly loosening again.
The Hongmeng Purple Qi in his hand had been nurtured for countless ages.
Every time he entered seclusion, he could sense within that purple qi a path leading to the Saint Position.
Yet that path was always separated by a veil.
He could see it, but not touch it.
Since Qin Mu had asked, Duobao no longer concealed it.
"Senior Brother, there is indeed an obstacle."
Daoist Duobao gave a bitter laugh, his voice carrying a little more helplessness.
"This strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi has long since merged with my Primordial Spirit. By rights, once I accumulated enough, I should be able to use it to glimpse the Heavenly Dao Saint Position. But every time my deductions reach the crucial point, the purple qi falls silent."
"It isn't a lack of mana, nor is it insufficient cultivation."
"This disciple can sense that what I lack is a true opportunity capable of prying heaven and earth loose."
Zhao Gongming frowned.
"Second Senior Brother has spent all these years worrying over every matter in the Jie Teachings, spreading the Dao and imparting teachings, sorting out the Fortune of the East Sea. Is that still not enough?"
Duobao shook his head.
"The affairs within the sect are merit, but they are not enough to let me take that step."
"Becoming a saint has never been a matter of having sufficient cultivation alone. Hongmeng Purple Qi is merely a key; whether there is a path beyond the door still depends, in the end, on whether the Heavenly Dao is willing to open it."
As those words fell, Yunxiao's hand holding the Saint Position Origin paused slightly.
She had only just obtained a complete Saint