"The supreme art of the Dao reaches ten levels of heaven."
Li Yuanba, like a child showing off to his parents, spoke without reservation.
The Supreme Art of the Dao!
Kong Xuan's mouth gaped open, as if struck by a thunderclap on a clear day—it echoed abruptly in his mind, leaving him dazed for quite a while.
Li Yuanba, with his simple mind, didn't overthink and, with a laugh, pulled Kong Xuan along, "Elder brother, join me in serving His Majesty. His Majesty could help you surpass even me. Otherwise, how many years would you need to become a Saint, not to mention a Saint of Heavenly Dao? All those Saints of Heavenly Dao have lived for tens of billions, even over a hundred billion years—they're all old monsters."
The more Kong Xuan listened, the more awkward he felt, yet his heart couldn't help but pound wildly.
Who wouldn't want to become stronger quickly?
