His resolve to devote himself fully to protecting this Holy Son and supporting him with all his strength grew even firmer.
Even if he had to spare no expense, he would nurture him to maturity.
When that time came, even if he could not bring them along to become immortals,
he could still bring the Yaoguang Holy Land to greatness.
It would truly reign over the world.
"You flatter me, Ancestor!"
Seeing how kindly this Great Saint treated him,
Taiyi, who had still been somewhat worried, could not help secretly breathing a sigh of relief and setting his mind at ease.
Although he was confident that the talent and strength he had displayed were enough to earn the attention of those sages.
After all, even among prodigies who possessed a great emperor's bearing, there was still a vast difference between "one of their own" and "an outsider."
The other party's reaction had been within his expectations.
But even if ten thousand things went right, one could still go wrong.
In fact, he had already secretly prepared a fallback.
He had once used a Supreme Artifact in conjunction with Nine Secrets: Qian to place all manner of restrictions upon his Primordial Spirit, preventing powerful cultivators from forcibly probing it and prying into his memories.
He had considered that even if the Ruthless One's Lineage harbored ill intentions, they would want to dig out all his secrets, so he would not come to harm in the short term.
If he were suppressed,
Eldest Senior Brother Li Xuan and the others, whom he had deliberately stationed outside,
would immediately follow his prior instructions and head to the Central Plains to seek "outside help."
Fortunately, nothing terrible had happened.
Chapter 219: Eighteen Levels of Hell?
Inside the Great Hall.
Looking up and down at