If one does not become a Saint, all is illusion; beneath the Saints, all are as insects!
Saint!
Gu An heard this realm's name again, his intuition telling him that becoming a Saint is not something achieved by simply accumulating Dao practice.
Looking far and wide within and beyond the Great Dao, not to mention Saints, even the Primordial Profound Venerable Immortal is as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, hard to encounter. As for those who surpass the Primordial Profound Venerable Immortal, Gu An could only be certain that the Celestial Emperor was one such being.
Hongya Zi was also pondering this sentence, equally curious about what it meant to be a Saint.
As a Heaven-Opening Daluo Immortal, how far was he from becoming a Saint?
The two men were each deep in thought, staring blankly at the steles scattered across the mountain before them.
