The Human Race Also Wants to Contend for a Saint Position?

Within the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

Niu Ben withdrew his hand, his expression calm.

He did not directly move to seize the violet qi.

Because he knew very well that the moment he showed himself, every conflict would instantly turn toward him.

That would instead be detrimental to his plans.

The current situation was best.

The Three Pure Ones held the field in the open.

The West, the Heavenly Court, the Demon Race, and the Wu Clan eyed each other like tigers watching prey.

Meanwhile, the Human Race had entered the game from the shadows.

Only then did this chessboard become interesting.

Yang Jian looked at Niu Ben and vaguely sensed something.

"Master, aren't you going?"

Niu Ben said lightly, "Sometimes, even if one does not arrive, the game can still move."

Yang Jian's heart jolted.

Was this the planning of a Saint's level?

Not contending for a momentary edge.

Yet still able to make the great tide of heaven and earth tilt according to one's will.

Within the Water Mirror.

The imprint within the violet qi was still flickering.

The Saintly Might of the Three Pure Ones continued to suppress it.

Tongtian had clearly run out of patience.

"Brother."

"If this thing bears an imprint, then cut away the imprint."

"Who cares who left it there? Cut it first and talk later."

Taishang pondered for a moment.

"Very well."

Yuanshi added, "Since it is the foundation for becoming a Saint, such a hidden danger cannot be allowed to remain."

The Three Pure Ones were of one mind.

Tongtian immediately activated the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation.

The four swords moved as one.

Their killing force condensed into a pure beam of sword light, which slashed directly at the phantom deep within the Primordial Violet Qi.

This sword was not aimed