Even though he despised him, at this moment, Old Wan still had the bearing of a grandmaster.
Talent!
Countless ten thousand heavenly saints were reading. In just a short hundred years, they felt that they were more magnanimous and experienced than those old ghosts who had lived for ten thousand years.
They had the air of poetry and books.
Perhaps, this was the true portrayal of the Ten Thousand Heavenly Saints.
Su Yu read books. His scholarly temperament was actually more of a disguise. Su Yu had read books for more than ten years and had learned a lot from them, but he did not have this kind of calmness.
The myriad sage’s opening of the path also gave Su Yu an epiphany.
It turned out that opening the path was not the kind of forcefully opening the path forward as he had imagined. No, it was using one’s Epiphany to expand one’s path. It was not something that could be opened up by brute force.
Under Su Yu’s eyes, the ‘human’Dao was rapidly expanding.
