Kunpeng used Demon Script to further increase the Demon Clan's fortune. His momentum was immense, and the myriad demons began respectfully calling him the "Demon Master."
Meanwhile, Ancestor Dragon, Yuanfeng, and the others in the Nine Netherworlds had also returned to the Primordial World. They had gained nothing from this treasure hunt, seeing only the desolation of the Nine Netherworlds.
Now, the eyes of all Grand Unity Experts were fixed upon Wuzhuang Temple. The Hongmeng Purple Qi on Red Yun's body made countless people covet it. Even if they could not become saints, it was still an immense opportunity.
That undisguised killing intent made Red Yun feel as though thorns were pressing against his back. This was not good. He silently sighed in his heart. I've dragged Zhen Yuanzi down with me.
Seeing Red Yun's concern, Zhen Yuanzi forced a smile and comforted him. "Red Yun, it's fine. I have the Earth Book. They do not yet have the nerve to start a fight by force. Every move of the Grand Unity Experts is under the Heavenly Emperor's watchful eye. Just focus on becoming a saint."
Zhen Yuanzi's words struck Red Yun to the core. Becoming a saint was not so simple. It was not something one could achieve merely by cultivating in seclusion for a long time.
The first step—Perfection of Hunyuan Golden Immortal, or Quasi-Saint perfection—was already an enormous hurdle. He had to unite the Three Corpses. Severing them was easy at first, but the later stages were practically as difficult as ascending to heaven.
If only he had as much merit as the Heavenly Emperor. His path of cultivation was inseparably linked to merit. Red Yun felt stifled. Comparing people truly only brought misery.
Most of the merit Li Fan obtained was taken away by the Hongmeng