"Saint, the Three Realms are to witness the emergence of another saint!"
The Phoenix gazed upon the heavens and earth, unable to suppress an exclamation.
As one of the three great divine beasts of the Primordial Continent, the Phoenix was well aware of the spectacle of achieving saintliness.
Flowers falling from the sky and churning golden lotuses from the earth are merely the standard accompaniments for a saint.
Meanwhile, the Phoenix also knew that all that was manifesting now was just a prelude, an appetizer on the path to sainthood. From a Quasi-Saint to a Saint, who knew what sort of phenomenal occurrences would happen next, and how many times the heavens and earth would pay their respects.
When the Phoenix spoke, the Quasi-Saints on Golden Turtle Island also understood, but they looked at each other, each trying to find someone with the potential to become a Saint among them.
Yet, they could not identify any Quasi-Saint with the potential to ascend.