Those damned bastards were absolutely no good.
They could even be called the greatest fiends in the Primordial World.
Fiends who cultivated immortality.
Who said cultivators could not be fiends?
Cultivators could be fiends all the same.
Cultivating fiends were the most terrifying.
They flew the banner of righteousness while doing the things fiends did.
If that was not being a fiend, then what was?
The Interception Sect's decline had become inevitable.
Countless disciples had been tricked and killed by the Chan Sect and the Western Sect, then sent onto the Investiture of the Gods.
Those who had not died had become the mounts and pets of those great powers, condemned to suffer the humiliation of being ridden for all eternity.
The colossal Myriad Immortals Assembly had finally crumbled and completely fallen apart at this moment.
Ancestor Minghe could not help but sigh at such a scene.
It could even be said that Ancestor Minghe was furious at what he saw.
Although he was merely an outsider in all this.
Seeing the situation reach this point still filled him with boundless rage.
It even enraged him to the extreme.
These people were simply too shameless.
As Saints, they had deceived all the living beings of the Primordial World.
All living beings in the Primordial World had always been deeply grateful to them.
But what was the truth?
The truth was that these people had merely treated the living beings of the Primordial World as ants.
It could even be said that these Saints of the Primordial World treated all its living beings as ants, as pigs and sheep.
They let them be fleeced at will.
Sooner or later, those people would probably fleece Ancestor Minghe as well.
There was now nothing left in the entire Primordial World for them to