Chapter 479 - Fight for the Sage Position, Long Hao’s Regret (1/2)

After stretching, Han Jue walked out of the Daoist temple and sent a voice transmission to everyone, preparing to preach the Dao.

Hearing that he was going to preach the Dao, everyone flocked to a mountain.

Between the two mountains was a vast grassland that had already become the place where the Hidden Sect preached the Dao.

Everyone was looking forward to Han Jue’s lecture. Every time the lecture ended, they would gain something.

This time, Han Jue decided to embark on the Great Dao of Extreme Origin.

He wanted to pull the Nether Race to his side as soon as possible so that Empress Houtu would not keep thinking about them.

When all the Nether Race members cultivated the Great Dao of Extreme Origin, they would have to follow Han Jue in the future!

The Connate lifeforms of the Hundred Peak Immortal River also secretly listened. Han Jue turned a blind eye to this.

He was really not afraid of others learning it.

As long as one cultivated the Great Dao of Extreme Origin, they would have to take him as their master eventually.

This was also the reason why the Sages often preached to all living beings.

Because there were many Sages, they couldn’t directly preach to all living beings. They would only invite the mighty figures of the world to the 33rd Heaven from time to time.

Time passed.

Days passed.

Fifty years passed in the blink of an eye.

Han Jue returned to the Daoist temple, and the Strange Deity followed.

Looking at the Strange Deity’s rare appearance, Han Jue sighed and smiled. “Time really passed quickly.”

The Strange Deity came to his back and began to rub against him.

Han Jue realized that he was really old. He would always sigh about the past and reminisce about the old days.

He was indeed old. After all, he was more than ten thousand years old.

Ten thousand years was enough for the world to change completely.

Although he was emotional, he still had to cultivate.

Han Jue began to condense the Fiendcelestial Qi in the world of stars and condensed a new Fiendcelestial Dharma idol.

Not to mention nurturing three thousand fiendcelestials, he had yet to even reach 1% of the Three Thousand Fiendcelestial Dharma Idols.

This was also good. In the long and boring cultivation years, there had to be quantifiers of progress.

Only by having a close target could he pull himself towards a distant target.

13th Heaven, Heavenly Race.

In a golden palace, Ji Xianshen and Fang Liang stood facing each other.

Ji Xianshen walked back and forth. He placed his hands behind his waist and frowned.

Fang Liang said impatiently, “How much longer are you going to walk? You’re the Heavenly Ancestor now!”

Ji Xianshen stopped and said unhappily, “How can I not be anxious? The Sages said that they want to choose a new Sage. If this Sage doesn’t come from the Heavenly Race, a large force that can compete with the Heavenly Race will definitely emerge in the future!”

Upon mentioning this, Ji Xianshen stomped his feet.

The Heavenly Race was a mixed breed. His trusted aides were not strong enough to fight for the position.

Ji Xianshen hated himself for being born too late. If he had been born tens of thousands of years earlier, he might have been able to fight for the Sage position himself! Fang Liang said, “Actually, there’s no need to worry. The Sages didn’t say when the Sage position will be given out. The last calamity has just ended. Even if a Pseudo-Sage wants to become a Sage, it will take countless years.”

Ji Xianshen’s expression softened. He felt that it made sense.

He suddenly thought of something and asked, “Can’t your Grandmaster defeat Li Daokong? Why don’t we let him fight for the position?”

Fang Liang said awkwardly, “That’s not good. He doesn’t want to be disturbed…”

“Are you stupid? If he becomes a Sage, who will dare to disturb him in the future? His cultivation goal is to become a Sage in the end. If we give him this opportunity, he will only be happier,” Ji Xianshen said angrily. He felt that ever since Fang Liang had failed the calamity, his brain had not been good. He used to be a smart kid. It was all those high and mighty Sages’ fault.

Fang Liang sighed. “Alright, I’ll ask.”

Another twenty years passed since the lecture ended.

On this day, Han Jue sensed the divine sense fluctuation from the Heavenly Dao Token. He took it out.

“Hello?”

“Grandmaster?”