Minghe's ascension to Sagehood had caused an overwhelming shock.
So overwhelming that even Heavenly Dao Sages like Tongtian and Nuwa could not fully digest it for quite some time.
Ancestor Hong Yun, in particular, remained dazed for a long while.
His mind was utterly blank, holding only the image of Ancestor Minghe, brimming with triumphant vigor and wreathed in a Sage's mighty power.
Once upon a time, he and Minghe had both been among the Three Thousand Guests of Zixiao Palace.
Both were supreme innate divinities of the Primordial World. In terms of origins and innate foundations, Hong Yun had even held a slight edge over Minghe.
After all, he had attained the Dao as the first red cloud between heaven and earth, his origins pure and impeccable.
Minghe, however, had been born in the filthy Blood Sea, carrying a measure of karmic burden from birth.
But what about now?
Countless billions of years had flowed past.
Daoist Minghe, who had once stood at his level or even beneath him, had now ascended to heaven in a single step, attaining that undying, imperishable Hunyuan Sage position!
Yet Hong Yun still lingered before the threshold of the Sub-Saint realm.
Indeed, had he not received Gu Changqing's protection and joined the Interception Sect, he would probably have long since perished, his Dao extinguished, reduced to a speck of dust in the Primordial World.
There was no jealousy.
At their level, their hearts had long been polished to utter clarity.
All he felt was an indescribable bittersweet ache, and envy that rose from the depths of his soul.
Sagehood!
What an immense temptation it was!
It was the ultimate pursuit branded into the depths of every Primordial World creature's true spirit from the moment of birth!
He wanted it too!
He dreamed of