"Fellow Daoist Henry Yi, do you know when Saint Tyron plans to leave Saint Seat Plaza?" In just a short time, Joe Di had made up his mind to follow Saint Tyron and the others.
For him, staying at Saint Seat Plaza was not safe, nor could he slip away alone. There were still many Saint Seat Holders who could not leave with Saint Tyron and the others. With these Saints here, it meant he could not use Saint Seat Plaza to return to the new universe.
Joe Di was certain that once Saint Tyron and his group left, he would no longer have a place to stay. Right now, no Saint Seat Holder was causing him trouble only because Saint Tyron had no interest in him. Saint Tyron was focused solely on how to leave Saint Seat Plaza and seek a higher level of divinity. Whether Joe Di had set up a trapping formation was of no concern to Saint Tyron.
Those Saints who did not wish to leave, or had no chance to leave Saint Seat Plaza, would surely keep their eyes on him.
Saint Henry Yi smiled, "Originally, this matter was far off, but after Saint Quinn Jett and Saint Tyron learned that Saint Seat Plaza was trapped, they became even more determined to leave. Moreover, Saint Quinn Jett seems to have sensed the birth of a new universe in the chaos, which further strengthened his resolve. In twenty-six days, Saint Quinn Jett and Saint Tyron will once again summon the Saint Seat Holders to gather in the Saint Seat Grand Hall."
Joe Di's heart stirred—the birth of a new universe? Could it be the one he, Emperor Ye, and Nick Ning had created? If so, this was no small matter.
Even if Saint Quinn Jett was mistaken, Joe Di knew he had to leave with Saint Tyron and the others.
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Henry Yi. It seems I also need to search for some supreme divine spirit veins." Joe Di cupped his fists gratefully.
Saint Henry Yi replied, "No need for such courtesy, Fellow Daoist. Since you also wish to leave, I'll go ask around to see if anyone else can procure some supreme divine spirit veins."
As Saint Henry Yi turned to leave, he suddenly looked back at Joe Di with a meaningful smile. "Actually, if you have Dao veins, it's said that with ten Dao veins and a million supreme divine spirit veins, you can also follow..."
Watching Saint Henry Yi's departing figure, Joe Di couldn't help but wonder if Saint Henry Yi had seen through his disguise—that he was not actually Saint Zhai Yun. Yet for some reason, Saint Henry Yi hadn't exposed him. Whatever the reason, Joe Di owed him a favor.
The moment he stepped out, Saint Henry Yi recognized him—especially since Joe Di had called him by name. If it were another Saint Seat Holder, they might have spotted the truth at a glance. Clearly, it was best for him not to wander outside any longer. Waiting at Saint Zhai Yun's Saint Seat for the next twenty-some days was the safest choice.
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After returning to Saint Zhai Yun's Saint Seat, Joe Di began refining his primordial spirit and diligently working to improve his cultivation.
For a cultivator who had entered the Third Step, more than twenty days passed in the blink of an eye.
As soon as the time was up, Joe Di stopped cultivating and swiftly made his way to the Saint Seat Grand Hall at the center of Saint Seat Plaza. To avoid being recognized, he kept silent no matter whom he encountered along the way.
The grand hall at the center of Saint Seat Plaza gleamed with golden light, almost gaudy in appearance. Yet Joe Di knew this golden radiance was actually the glow of the Grand Dao, containing the Dao principles of countless Fourth Step powerhouses within. If anyone dared to attack the golden light, the backlash alone could severely injure them.
The golden grand hall stood wide open, completely unguarded. After Joe Di entered, he saw that half the seats were already occupied. He quickly found a spot in the corner and sat down.
Powerful cultivators filled this place; Joe Di had no intention of drawing attention to himself.
Although Joe Di didn't sweep the hall with his divine sense, as soon as he sat down he spotted dozens of familiar faces—even Xiang Chenchen was here. Alongside Xiang Chenchen were Hao Zuo, his friend Jin Zai, and even Fa from the Lost Dao Realm.
Joe Di sighed inwardly; those he recognized here had likely all been possessed.
If he hadn't already abandoned the rules and Dao of the Kuihe Universe, he might have ended up possessed like the others.
Though everyone here was familiar with each other, no one spoke, each lost in their own thoughts. This saved Joe Di a lot of trouble. Naturally, he kept his eyes half-closed and didn't waste words with anyone.
After waiting for a good one or two hours, the grand hall was almost full of Saint Seat Holders. Only then did Joe Di see three men enter.
Leading the way was an elderly man with a face as sharp as if carved by a blade and a head full of golden hair. His legs were unusually long, almost disproportionate to his upper body.
Half a step behind him walked a stern-looking, middle-aged scholar. His eyes were exceptionally bright, but his face showed not a trace of emotion—he didn't seem easy to talk to.
The third was...
Was this a primordial spirit body? Joe Di immediately realized the third figure truly was a primordial spirit. This primordial spirit had even condensed a tangible physical body, indistinguishable from ordinary cultivators. His skin had a slight yellow tint, and he had no eyebrows.
"The one in front is Saint Quinn Jett, behind him is Saint Tyron, and the third is Saint Doyle. They are the three most powerful Saint Seat Holders in Saint Seat Plaza, all at the peak of the Fourth Step—some have even touched upon the Fifth Step." A sudden voice sounded in Joe Di's ear.
Joe Di snapped to attention, realizing that Saint Henry Yi had somehow taken a seat beside him. It was Saint Henry Yi who had just transmitted the message to him.
Upon hearing Saint Henry Yi's transmission, Joe Di was certain Saint Henry Yi knew he wasn't Saint Zhai Yun. He quickly cupped his fists and sent a message back, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Henry Yi."
That 'thank you' carried his gratitude for Saint Henry Yi's silence.
At that moment, Saint Quinn Jett sat at the leftmost seat of honor, while Saint Tyron took the right. Immediately after, the eyebrowless primordial spirit, Saint Doyle, sat down as well.
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Saint Quinn Jett's gaze swept across all the Saint Seat Holders in the grand hall, finally landing on Joe Di.
Joe Di's heart sank; he thought to himself how terrifying these old masters truly were. Just as he pondered his next move, Saint Quinn Jett's gaze shifted away from him.
Joe Di breathed a quiet sigh of relief, only to hear Saint Quinn Jett speak slowly: "Today, there are 5,721 Saint Seat Holders seated in this grand hall. Those who can sit here surely share the same goal: to reach the true Divine Realm, which is not just a Third Step, but a higher plane. We are trapped in this corner of the vast chaos and cannot see the broader world beyond.
Together with Saint Tyron, Saint Doyle, and many others, we have spent countless ages sitting here, making repeated forays into the chaos. Our conclusion is that beyond the chaos, there are fifth and sixth layers of the Divine Realm... Even our current Fourth Step is a false fourth layer, limited only by the universe itself. As for cultivating to the Fifth Step here—heh, that's just self-deception."
Saint Quinn Jett sighed, "Sadly, not everyone can join us in entering the chaos this time. Our strength there is so limited that survival is uncertain. Thus, we Saints have devised a feasible plan: to burn supreme divine spirit veins..."
"I'm afraid that won't last very long..." a long-bearded Saint said worriedly.
Saint Quinn Jett sighed again, "We know it won't last. But as long as there's a glimmer of hope, I won't give up—and I believe many of you feel the same. Now, I ask those who have obtained thirty million supreme divine spirit veins, or more than ten Dao veins, to stand. If you are willing, you may join us in seeking the true Divine Realm.
For those who haven't acquired thirty million supreme divine spirit veins, we offer another chance: the Dao Debate. Anyone who participates in the debate and ranks among the top hundred can join us in venturing into the vast chaos..."
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