"Such profound Hongmeng Purple Qi, such an arrangement by the Heavenly Dao!"
As if in a dream, or perhaps waking from a grand dream, a self-mocking smile curled at the corners of his mouth, yet Ye Xuan's eyes flickered with immense hesitation.
The truth was laid bare, all truths revealed!
This was space created by the Hongmeng Purple Qi, and Ye Xuan had indeed felt the power of a Saint, and further directed by the Heavenly Dao Thunder Sound toward the path of attaining sainthood through merit, and he had even pre-emptively experienced the power of a Saint.
Powerful, indeed, very powerful; Saints were terrifyingly powerful, and at this moment, Ye Xuan could completely sense the unprecedented strength within himself, for within this isolated space, he truly possessed the cultivation of a Saint.
Yet Ye Xuan was not beguiled by this power, but he was caught in extreme hesitation; should he give up on proving the Dao with power and instead switch to cultivating merit for sainthood?
