In the blink of an eye, ten thousand years passed.
The Three Pure Ones, Fuxi, Nuwa, and the others all felt they had benefited greatly.
The Three Pure Ones would soon reach the peak of the Great Encompassing Golden Immortal realm, while Fuxi and Nuwa gained an even deeper understanding of the Quasi-Saint path.
They had clearly felt where their bottleneck lay.
"Brother, if Master has emerged from seclusion when we return, we may be able to enter the Quasi-Saint realm directly."
Nuwa was positively delighted.
Lin Tian's guidance to the siblings was always remarkably precise.
It often allowed them to see through the fog of confusion and climb another level.
In Nuwa's eyes, the bottleneck and threshold of the Quasi-Saint realm were nothing more than that.
Lin Tian could naturally show them the way through their confusion.
Fuxi said helplessly, "You're always talking about Master! Cultivation still depends on your own efforts!"
Nuwa revered their master, Lin Tian, to the utmost. Hardly two or three sentences passed without her mentioning him.
This exchange between the siblings had happened far more than once or twice.
To them, it was perfectly ordinary.
Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian, however, were utterly shocked.
"Fellow Daoists, what do you mean by that? You actually have a master?"
Tongtian made a great fuss, his eyes widening enormously.
Yuanshi's reaction was not much different from Tongtian's, though he was less theatrical.
Laozi, the steadiest of them, suppressed his shock and could not help asking, "Fellow Daoists, are you joking?"
In the Three Pure Ones' eyes, their innate origins were the most heaven-defying in the Primordial World.
Since Fuxi and Nuwa stood on equal footing with them, they naturally belonged at the very pinnacle of the Primordial World as well.
How could such figures readily accept someone else