As the demonic calamity loomed, the human race finally produced a cultivator who bore the signs of a Tianzun in form — this news was like a shot of strong tonic to many anxious cultivators.
At the inter-tribal grand contest, he had seized first place and obtained an Immortal Lotus Seed.
With that, Taiyuan Tianzun could extend his life by many years; for the next two or three great heavenly tribulations there would be no fear of his death.
With that in place, the human race might even see a flourishing era in which three Tianzun existed together — a tremendous increase in strength for humanity.
Word of Li Qing spread without pause, and every force throughout the human territories sang of his deeds.
Within the Yin-Yang Sect, the aged sect master slowly set down a jade tablet and sighed, “So that Wuji Dao companion was actually this dazzling. Losing to him isn’t shameful at all.”
Facing such a mighty cultivator, even at the peak of the Yin-Yang Sect they could not afford to offend him.
This was someone with a great chance to step into the Great Ascension in the future — to lose to him was no disgrace.
Perhaps, in time, the entire Yin-Yang Sect would take pride in that defeat.