If I become a saint, a celestial official will summon me to raise horses.

Chapter 1124 The Great Dao's Lament
When Li Ya met Zhang Buku again, his understanding was overturned. Zhang Buku recounted his experience of wandering in the Chaos and revealed that he became a saint because he seized the foundation of a saint from the Great War of Saints. He did not know why that saint had fallen, but he obtained it by chance.

After wandering through chaos for many years, he created his own Tongxuan Venerable Spirit, which is this Yin-Yang Red Building.

After forty million years of development, the Yin-Yang Red Mansion has reached a state of perfection, containing countless worlds. Here, it satisfies all the desires of cultivators while simultaneously accumulating cultivation resources.

The two walked down the street, chatting as they went.

Li Ya discovered that the passing creatures could not hear their conversation, which made him even more convinced of Zhang Bukui's sainthood.

"Now that you have become a saint, what do you need so many cultivation resources for? You can create them yourself." Li Ya couldn't help but ask the question that had been bothering him.

Sages are capable of anything; creation is their greatest ability.

A cultivator's magical power does not come from nowhere, but is transformed from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. A cultivator's enlightenment comes from the Great Dao. It may seem powerful, but it is actually within the rules.

Sages are different; sages are capable of creating the Great Way and can truly bring something from nothing.

Although Li Ya is not a saint, he has received guidance from a future saint and has some understanding of the saint's power.

Zhang Bukui's lips curled up as he said, "The reason I collect is not because I need it. I just want them to pay the price. Now, I can understand more and more about Uncle Gu's carefree attitude towards life. When we sages act, it's not necessarily for any particular purpose. We just want to see the changes and the results. In our eyes, everything is predetermined. The only thing that interests us is to seek variables within the predetermined.

Li Ya couldn't understand these words. Just how powerful and lonely must one be to be able to play around in the world like this?
He remembered that some people had speculated that no saints had perished in the Great War of Saints. It seemed dangerous, but it was painless for the saints. He had also asked his future self if any saints had perished, but unfortunately, his future self did not answer him.

It now seems that the saints may still be around, and the calamities that the common people regard as a catastrophe are just child's play in their eyes.

Could Gu An's summoning of his future self, as well as the future selves of other disciples of Wushi, be merely an attempt to demonstrate his power?

Li Ya's thoughts drifted further and further away.

Zhang Buku said irritably, "You shouldn't speculate about Uncle Gu like that. No matter what, we wouldn't be where we are today without Uncle Gu. He has done us an immense favor."

Li Ya was annoyed. Why was this guy always trying to read his mind?
"Of course I'm not questioning him, it's just that you don't know him well enough. How should I put it, he's definitely not as carefree as he seems on the surface. He has a lot of interesting traits... well, I can't explain it to you. Anyway, you don't understand him as well as I do!"

As Li Ya spoke, he began to wave his hand, feeling that if he said too much, Zhang Bukui might take advantage of the situation and surpass his position in Gu An's heart.

Zhang Buku said with a look of disdain, "You're really judging a gentleman by your own petty standards."

"Don't be so presumptuous. Have you forgotten how many times I've saved you in the past?"

"All I remember is being carried by you and always escaping death; my memories are filled with pain."

"Nonsense, do you think I'm the one who always gets into trouble?"

"Is not it?"

"I was just taking a chance. I don't know who cried and told me that I must become stronger. Now I've become a saint. That's incredible. I can erase the past."

Li Ya and Zhang Buku kept arguing with each other, their words sarcastic and unpleasant. But instead of getting angry, they became even happier.

In this way, they felt that their feelings for each other had not changed, and it even gave them a feeling of going back to a long time ago.

Back then, let alone achieving the heights they have today, even immortals and gods would find it all too unattainable. All they wanted was to become stronger, to be renowned throughout the cultivation world, and to live a truly extraordinary life.

Just then, rain suddenly began to fall from the Yin-Yang Red Pavilion, but the color of the rain was unusual, shimmering with a silvery light. Li Ya looked up and caught the rain with his right hand, exclaiming, "Your Yin-Yang Red Pavilion is truly extraordinary! You're willing to part with such a blessing? The spiritual energy and Dao intent within are so rich."

However, Zhang Buku did not answer him, which made him turn his head to look at Zhang Buku.

Zhang Bukui's face was solemn, and his brows were furrowed.

"What's wrong?" Li Ya asked anxiously.

Zhang Bukui slowly replied, "This is not my good fortune. This rain covers the entire chaos, and the restrictions of the Yin-Yang Red Chamber are useless in front of it."

Li Ya's expression changed drastically. In the long years he had experienced, he had witnessed many such strange phenomena. Some were the creation of the Great Dao, bestowing blessings upon all living beings, while others were the breakthroughs of great beings, spreading the Dao throughout the world. Regardless of the situation, it meant that the future situation of the Great Dao would change.

He looked up at the sky again and murmured to himself, "After so much peace, is it time for another upheaval?"

Although the last great battle between saints was still fresh in his memory, it was tens of millions of years ago. Tens of millions of years is a time of great change, a time of the passing of several eras.

Zhang Bukui didn't respond; his unease far exceeded Li Ya's expectations.

As a sage, Zhang Bukui felt this most deeply.

He could actually sense the Great Dao crying out in sorrow!
That was a sight that had never appeared even during the Great War of the Saints. What on earth had happened?

……

Inside the Heavenly Court, in the Lingxiao Palace.

The Heavenly Emperor opened his eyes, and golden light burst forth from them, instantly illuminating the dimly lit hall. He frowned and looked up, seeing a shower of silver rain piercing through the Lingxiao Palace and falling upon him.

He neither dodged nor made a move, but simply bathed in the silvery rain.

As his physical body was washed by the silver rain, the Heavenly Emperor felt his cultivation level increasing. He also heard the mournful cries of the Three Thousand Great Daos, as if some extremely terrifying being was about to be born.

This silver rain was like a gift from the Great Dao, or more accurately, a self-protective measure of the Great Dao, covering the entire Chaos; at least within its observable range, silver rain was falling.

The Heavenly Emperor felt uneasy, unsure whether it was the chaotic Three Thousand Great Daos that were in turmoil, or the origin of the Three Thousand Great Daos that was restless.

At least one thing is certain: chaos is about to face trouble.

The Heavenly Emperor suddenly sensed the presence of sages in the mortal realm. The sages whom Gu An had scattered among the mortals to spread his teachings were also disturbed. Some sages even called upon him to go to the outer heavens to discuss matters.

He hesitated for a moment, then stood up and disappeared into the hall.

From the depths of darkness, figures appeared out of thin air, including Ancestor Hongqian and the Great Xuanyin Ruler.

The sages turned their gaze to the Heavenly Emperor. Judging from the things Gu An had arranged for them to do, Gu An was clearly trying to cultivate the Heavenly Emperor. In fact, it could be said that the Heavenly Emperor was his representative.

"Where is the patriarch?" the Nine Yang Divine Ancestor asked, his brows furrowed and his tone heavy.

(End of this chapter)