Regarding the gods as a joke!
Such words, falling on the ears of ordinary people, would perhaps only make Su Yi seem arrogant.
But to a Dao Attendant like Mi Zhen, who served under the gods, they were no different from the most direct and brutal insult and slander.
His expression darkened. "If not for the power of reincarnation, you would have long since perished! You are merely a defeated opponent—what right do you have to speak so boldly?"
Su Yi laughed. "A war of words has never meant anything."
He had roughly deduced that, for some reason, the gods found it difficult to truly locate him.
Otherwise, throughout those long years in the past, why had neither Wang Ye, Shen Mu, the Temple Master, nor he himself ever been personally erased by the gods?
Precisely because some reason prevented the gods from finding him, they had spent those long years destroying one Dao Path after another in the world, doing nothing but preventing him from growing stronger!
Can't find you?
Then I'll destroy the Dao Path and block your way forward!
"The reason the gods cannot find me may have something to do with the power of the Nine Hells Sword..."
Su Yi pondered inwardly. "Or perhaps another kind of power is obstructing the gods, preventing them from finding me even now."
"And this time, the reason they were able to find me was entirely because they laid a trap and waited through endless ages until I came to them. It was not because their methods were so brilliant!"
"The timing is about right."
At that moment, Mi Zhen suddenly raised his eyes to look at the sky, then stretched out one hand.
Boom!
The void split apart, and a stone stele emerged.
It was astonishingly the hundred-zhang stone