Nuwa looked coldly at Wang Shi.
"I always wondered how Brother Fuxi suddenly saw the light. Now that I've met you today, Stone Spirit, I finally understand what happened."
"But one question has always troubled me. Why do you keep hiding behind the scenes, helping others become Saints? Why don't you focus on cultivating and improving yourself instead of secretly manipulating the Primordial World?"
Wang Shi gave a bitter chuckle.
He understood that, by urging Fuxi to pass away in meditation, he had indeed offended him.
But he understood something else even more clearly: Nuwa would not do anything to him. At most, she was merely venting her displeasure.
"I want to break through too, but Prove Dao by Force is so difficult. Reaching Sainthood still requires a long period of accumulation."
There was something else he left unsaid: his cultivation differed from everyone else's, for his body was only halfway through taking human form.
To become a Saint, he had to complete that transformation.
Yet achieving a complete transformation was even harder.
Most importantly, although he seemed to wander everywhere, nurturing all sorts of Saints,
he had never actually neglected his own cultivation.
Many people in the Primordial World knew that he possessed clones.
His clones allowed him to cultivate faster.
In fact, the more clones he had, the faster he cultivated.
But even though he had already created many clones, reaching Sainthood remained a distant prospect.
What lay before him was not merely cultivation. He also had to comprehend the Primordial Great Dao.
Understanding the Three Thousand Great Daos was also a prerequisite for Prove Dao by Force.
Otherwise, how could he even speak of proving his Dao?
To achieve a breakthrough, Wang Shi could truly be said to have tried every possible means.
He discussed the Dao