He had previously thought this bloodline was incredibly overpowered, but he had never expected it to be an evil bloodline capable of triggering natural disasters.
Now that he thought about it, it really was easy to "infect" others, making city after city submit to his extraordinary world on the condition of a computer game. After all, this was an enormous opportunity for them, a heaven-defying bloodline equivalent to infinite revivals. Naturally, they would not resist.
For himself, although he had gained influence, doing this under the saints' very noses, digging into their foundations, was practically snatching food from a tiger's mouth! He was directly opposing all the saints across this land! Although the bloodlines of the saints' own clans are hidden within their dao fields, the civilizations and races attached to them will not be weak either. I'm forcibly taking them away one by one. His heart went cold.
He had hidden away to cultivate all this time. Before, he had even acted as a senior brother in an utterly ordinary sect. He did not dare reveal even the slightest bit of wealth. Even when fishing, he had pretended to be poor and pooled money with several fellow disciples. He had hidden himself deeply, intending to quietly climb to the pinnacle, but now... his mindset was on the verge of collapse.
"You people..." Zhang Youling was somewhat dazed.
"We're all doing this for your own good."
Zhang Tong stepped forward with a righteous and impassioned expression as she reported, "If we develop normally and hide honestly, who knows how many tens of thousands of years it will take before you perfect the ninth order and break through to become a saint?"
"A few tens of thousands of years is already very fast," Zhang Youling said. Steadily cultivating in secret and