"If all our fellow Daoists here can advance further this time, it will be thanks to Brother Taiyi's kindness. Should you ever need anything, just say the word, and we will come at once..."
"You're too kind. I merely shared a few insights that came to me, making a poor showing before you all..."
The banquet on the main peak had ended, but many cultivators still surrounded Wang Ba, thanking him one after another. These cultivators, each with a formidable, deeply powerful presence, now seemed a little less mysterious and lofty. Smiling, they were no different from ordinary cultivators.
This was the scene Patriarch Qitian, Hui Yunzi, and the others encountered when they arrived.
Patriarch Qitian's state of mind was more elevated. Though somewhat moved, he could still reconcile himself to it. Hui Yunzi, too, had gradually digested the shock of learning that Wang Ba was "True Person Taiyi," so the sight before him stirred little further reaction.
Only the middle-aged cultivator who had accompanied them, the sect master of the Cloud-Heaven Realm's Myriad Phenomena Sect, felt something utterly different from before as he watched Wang Ba surrounded by the crowd. It all seemed like a dream.
"True Person Taiyi... actually came from the lower realm—no, from the Little Cang Realm Myriad Phenomena Sect?"
Recalling what Hui Yunzi had just revealed to him, he still struggled to recover his senses.
He was both stunned and wildly delighted, only to then grow anxious over what he might gain or lose.
Countless emotions surged through his heart. Seeing that blue-robed figure amid the crowd, he not only dared not approach, but instead grew even more uneasy, filled with trepidation.
Only after quite some time did the crowd finally begin to disperse.
Then they saw Wang Ba strolling toward them, talking and laughing,