Today, two figures descend from the void, none other than the Daoist Zhunti and his companion. They have arrived in the west aiming for sainthood.
Vowing to achieve sainthood through grand and vast aspirations.
This is their method for becoming saints, yet before commencing, they hastily survey their surroundings, searching for any formidable human tribesmen.
Upon this investigation.
Indeed, the duo discovers several tens of Quasi-Saints lurking just beyond the barren desert.
Moreover, these Quasi-Saints are all mighty warriors from the human tribe.
"This this this…"
Daoist Zhunti and his companion tremble in shock. What to do now? Quasi-Saints, dozens of them, and it seems the human tribe predicted their westward journey for sainthood and had been lying in wait.
"Brother, we two are truly suffering!"
Tears well up in the eyes of the two Daoists. Born in the west, where the spirit veins were shattered, leaving the land barren, hardly any powerful beings have ever emerged.
