Ancestor Minghe's Second Imitation Show: Heavenly Dao, Are You Picking a Fight on Purpose?

In the west, Great Sumeru Mountain.

Jieyin and Zhunti, having attained Sainthood, showed little joy on their faces. Beneath the holy light, their sorrowful expressions seemed to grow even deeper.

They could clearly feel that the forty-eight grand vows were like forty-eight invisible shackles, firmly locking onto their Saint Positions and completely binding them to the fate of the Western Teachings. If they failed to fulfill them one by one in the future, the collapse of their Saint Positions would be the least of their worries. The backlash... they simply did not dare imagine it.

But no matter what, they had succeeded! The west finally had Saints!

Zhunti felt the surging holy power within him and forced out a smile uglier than a cry as he transmitted to Jieyin, "Senior Brother... we... we've finally attained Sainthood!"

Jieyin gazed eastward. A trace of complexity flashed across his sorrowful face before it finally turned into a long sigh laden with endless pressure and responsibility:

"Alas... bitter indeed... Junior Brother, the days ahead... will likely be even more 'bitter'..."

Deep within the Nether Blood Sea.

Blood fiendish energy churned around Ancestor Minghe. The two killing swords, Yuantu and Abi, hummed excitedly and bloodthirstily behind him.

His scarlet eyes stared fixedly toward the west, filled with disbelief, jealousy, and an intense urge to think, I could do that too!

"Found a teaching? Make grand vows? 'Borrow' merit from Heavenly Dao?!" Ancestor Minghe's voice grew shrill with excitement as it echoed through the vast, sinister hall.

"Jieyin! Zhunti! You two penniless scoundrels! How dare you do this! How dare you use such... such a scheme of getting something for nothing to steal a Saint Position?!"

He felt as though he were about to explode with rage!

Why?!

Nuwa attained Sainthood by creating humans, and he