Wang Yunfei nodded. "After that battle some days ago, I gained new insight. My invincible Dao heart was tempered further, and beneath the Bodhi Divine Tree in the Imperial Palace, I comprehended the Dao and became a saint."

He said it as lightly as drifting clouds and a passing breeze.

But Su Chen knew full well that it was anything but simple. Even in this golden age, among countless trillions, not even one might become a saint—let alone do so within a mere hundred years of cultivation.

"Little brother Chen, I'll leave the Wang Family to you. With you there, even if I die, the Wang Family will still prosper."