Primeval Lord of Heaven thought of how he, a dignified Saint, had actually been plotted against. A terrifying Saint's Might spread from his body.
The Chanjiao disciples in the hall were crushed into bowing and crawling, their bodies trembling. Saint's Might was not something they could withstand.
When Old Man of the South Pole, the Twelve Golden Immortals, and the other Chanjiao disciples sensed that Saint's Might, they murmured inwardly, He's angry. Teacher is finally angry. This is the Teacher we remember!
They knelt and crawled, trembling all over. Cold sweat seeped across their backs, while the sweat on their foreheads had long since fallen like rain. Yet for some reason, they felt not a trace of fear at this moment. Instead, a faint excitement welled up within them.
This was their teacher.
The teacher they remembered.
Their teacher had returned.
Primeval Lord of Heaven had no idea what his disciples were thinking. Right now, he only wanted to know who had plotted against him—and had nearly succeeded.
Had he not known that Hun Xiu, Jiejiao's chief disciple, was a good-for-nothing, he truly might have believed it.
What a pity—so close.
It had always been so close! He, Primeval Lord of Heaven, had nearly been schemed against.
"Who exactly is plotting against me?" Primeval Lord of Heaven muttered, fury blazing in his heart.
With the tribulation upon them,
although all Saints had gone to the Purple Cloud Palace, that did not mean they had cleared themselves of suspicion. Aside from that brainless Tongtian, everyone else was a possibility. Though all Saints were in the Purple Cloud Palace, they had left incarnations behind in the Primordial Continent. A Saint's incarnation was not something a quasi-Saint could compare to.
A Saint's incarnation could also wield a portion of the Power of Law.