The power of Heaven’s Will poured into the blood pool, merging seamlessly with Gu Jintian’s body.
The safeguards left behind by the Human Emperor and Nahe Tian were rapidly fusing into him, fortifying his foundation.
“Cheng Yun has arrived. This world can no longer bear the strain. Without a saint, all hope will be lost,” Nahe Tian said grimly.
“Heaven’s Will can barely hold on. It has already mobilized everything it can to aid you,” the Human Emperor added.
Gu Jintian remained silent.
In all his years, he had never seen Heaven’s Will force someone into sainthood.
Rather than dwell on it, he chose to immerse himself in the moment.
He needed to perfect his Dao and carve out a path to sainthood.
The path might not be complete, but Heaven’s Will would help fill in the gaps.
While his power might not reach its zenith, the strength of a saint was all that mattered now.
The rest would be left to the Grand Elders.
“Three days. I will become a saint in three days!”