Yes, time and again, Lin Tian had spoken truths of the Heavenly Dao that left everyone dumbstruck.
Being dumbstruck was one thing, but when those truths were actually put into practice, they proved correct beyond any doubt.
In all the Primordial World, only one person possessed such an understanding of the Dao: that old man devoted to nonaction in the Eight Sceneries Palace, in the Heaven of Separation from Hatred.
Zhunti nodded. "Hmph, ever since this little child came into the world, he has done so many things that were inconceivable, jaw-dropping, and yet utterly correct. The depletion of spiritual energy in the Three Realms was a momentous, irreversible affair, yet this boy found spirit stones as soon as he appeared. Then he saved Jingwei, kept forging artifacts, sold spirit treasures, gathered spirit stones, and accomplished one great feat after another. Now things have reached this point, and the spiritual energy of the Three Realms has begun surging. The great tide of the Heavenly Dao has undergone a tremendous change. This is absolutely not something a newborn child could understand. Only a Saint like Laozi could see through it!"
"Ah, the Great Dao numbers fifty, while Heaven unfolds forty-nine, so there must always be a thread of hope. That thread of hope is the spirit stone path. This is absolutely not something a child could comprehend. There is now more than a ninety-percent chance that this boy is Laozi's offspring!"
"I concede. Senior Brother, at this moment, I truly concede. We have been laying plans since the days of the Primordial World, but when it comes to arranging the board and devising schemes, we really are his inferiors!"
At this point, Zhunti slumped into dejection.
Zhunti admitted that his cultivation fell far short of Laozi's, but he had always thought