"Little one, can you introduce me to this place?"
Grandmaster of Heaven whispered, having attained perfection in entering the realm of the sage realm at just tens of thousands of years old, the foundation of Di Tianwu slightly piqued his interest.
His Jie Sect was full of countless geniuses, but in his view, genius was ultimately just potential, and only by becoming a saint could one achieve detachment from all.
The Sanqing were transformations of Pangu's Primordial Spirit, and the twelve ancestral witches were evolutions of Pangu's essence and blood. Logically speaking, their talents should be roughly similar, but all of the Sanqing became saints, while, except for Houtu, all the ancestor witches had perished.
Sometimes, temperament is more important than talent.
Di Tianwu's face darkened, and he asked through gritted teeth, "Do you not know where this place is?"