Zhou Ming listened to the two of them without any change in expression.
They were merely two peak Saints. Wasn't Black Xuan, just now, also a peak Saint? Yet Zhou Ming had reduced him, man and Law alike, straight into nothingness with a single punch.
Opponents of this level made no difference to Zhou Ming, whether there were two of them or two hundred.
"Got it," Zhou Ming answered casually, paying it no mind at all.
Watching Zhou Ming's indifferent reaction from the side, Purple Moon let out a sigh and could not help but lament.
"The path of cultivation in the Primordial Universe is truly too cruel."
"Worlds like our Luofu Realm are as numerous as the stars throughout the Primordial Universe."
"And there are even larger medium worlds and major worlds."
"But those worlds are surrounded by powerful barriers of rules. Only those whose cultivation has reached a higher realm are qualified to enter them."
Qing Yang shook his head, a trace of helplessness in his tone.
"We false Saints can only fight over limited providence in these small worlds."
"Not only must we cultivate desperately, we must also guard at all times against the schemes of those in the same realm."
"One misstep, and we will die and vanish from the Dao, becoming a stepping stone for someone else's cultivation."
Zhou Ming felt no ripple in his heart as he listened to their laments.
The path of cultivation was like rowing against the current to begin with—contending with heaven, contending with others.
In Zhou Ming's eyes, it was only natural for the false Saints of the Primordial Universe to scheme against one another.
At that thought, something suddenly stirred in Zhou Ming's mind, and he asked a question he had long been curious about.
"You said that