At this thought, he naturally felt incomparably indignant.
Yet deep down, he also felt somewhat disappointed.
His disappointment came from sorrow for all the living beings of the Primordial World.
There were countless billions of living beings in the Primordial World.
Yet Grand Supreme Old Lord, the ceiling of all Primordial living beings,
had humiliatingly ranked only ninth on the Combat Power Ranking.
This position was truly not high for the living beings of the Primordial World.
It could even be called somewhat tragic.
The ceiling of the Primordial World had only ranked ninth.
That meant the remaining places on the Primordial Combat Power Ranking
were already unrelated to the Primordial World.
They had become Heaven's Mystery Pavilion's sole dominion.
At this thought, the Guiding Sage of the West felt incomparably disappointed again.
His heart was truly exceedingly complicated.
Both complicated and helpless.
His endless emotions eventually turned into a wisp of melancholy.
They became a sigh carried away by the wind.
Meanwhile, Sage Zhunti, who had transformed into his Bodhi true form, was also gently swaying his body.
No one knew what Sage Zhunti was truly thinking.
Perhaps Sage Zhunti's heart was already so grief-stricken that it had gone numb?
As the weakest Sage, perhaps he was no longer interested in the rankings among Sages.
After all, no matter how the rankings changed, they no longer had anything to do with him.
In truth, Sage Zhunti indeed held such thoughts.
Sage Zhunti had long since entered deep seclusion.
Although a thread of his Divine Sense still drifted between heaven and earth,
it merely watched the movements of the Primordial World.
His entire being had already entered the deepest level of seclusion.
Perhaps this was the mindset of breaking before rebuilding.
Or perhaps it was simply the mindset of giving