"Without the Hongmeng Purple Qi, I can still surpass you all and take up the mantle of Daoism in the world."
The weight of this statement was immense.
If it were spoken to ordinary people, it wouldn't matter, but these words were directed at a Saint.
The pride of Yang Jian was imaginable.
The Shangqing Saint looked complicated, fell silent for a moment, and then said, "I trust in your ability; you are the most outstanding disciple of Daoism, bar none."
"But I also trust the choices of myself and the other two uncles of your master."
"As for who is ultimately correct, only time will tell."
"Of course, whether it is you or him who shoulders this responsibility, in the eyes of us three brothers, you are both pillars of Daoism."
"What the predecessors have failed to achieve, the successors must strive for."
"The future belongs to you."
