After attaining Enlightenment of the Dao and becoming Hunyuan, Yang Mei swept away his former gloom. He was positively brimming with confidence.
He even unleashed his terrifying Sage pressure without restraint.
The entire Primordial World lay under that radiant pressure. All living beings, from Celestial Immortals to Daluo Golden Immortals, prostrated themselves beneath it, unable to move.
The pressure lasted a full thousand years. At last, Yang Mei had vented every last trace of his pent-up frustration and grievance.
The living beings of the Primordial Wilderness suffered for it, but Yang Mei paid them no mind. Even they themselves did not care.
It made perfect sense.
It was perfectly normal.
Beneath a Sage, all were ants.
How could ants dare harbor resentment?
Of course, whether they dared or not, Yang Mei did not care.
He had subjected them to a thousand years of pressure simply to release emotions he had bottled up for far too long.
After all, failing to attain Enlightenment of the Dao—and then being forbidden from trying again—had been utterly devastating for Yang Mei.
Even his Dao Heart had gathered dust because of it.
And dust, naturally, had to be swept away.
Simply put, he needed to let off some pressure.
Even Yang Mei, now a revered Sage, needed that release.
Of course, what Yang Mei really wanted was to fight Hongjun—or better yet, give him a beating.
Yang Mei still held a grudge.
But they would be colleagues from now on, and it was best to get along with a colleague. So Yang Mei held back and did not beat Hongjun up.
Yang Mei had attained Enlightenment of the Dao later, but in terms of strength, he still had the edge.
He truly could give Hongjun a beating.
Of course, that was as far as he