"One step ahead, every step ahead. I cannot match such foresight," Tongtian said with admiration.
"Eight-two-seven."
Western Spirit Mountain
Zhunti and Jieyin gazed at the Great Dao Merit hanging over the Blood Sea, their eyes nearly bleeding with envy.
"If this Great Dao Merit belonged to us, perhaps we could repay what we owe the Heavenly Dao and live freely as saints from then on..." Zhunti muttered, filled with longing.
"Yes, but sadly, merit does not fall upon the west. If it were in our west, why would we fear being unable to restore our former prosperity?" Jieyin let out a long sigh.
The two exchanged a glance and could only smile bitterly.
Purple Cloud Palace
Dao Ancestor Hongjun stared at the Golden Merit Clouds above the Blood Sea and sighed to himself. "It seems I must invite Li Peng for a talk. If he intervenes in the Witch-Demon Great War, the Heavenly Dao's plans will surely come to nothing."
Above the Blood Sea
Houtu and the eleven ancestral witches looked up at the Golden Merit Clouds filling the sky, all wearing astonished expressions.
"This... Golden Peng Saint established the Eighteen Levels of Hell and actually drew Great Dao Merit?" Zhu Rong found it hard to believe.
"I don't know." The other ten ancestral witches shook their heads in unison.
Houtu smiled. "We will know once we go inside and take a look."
Di Jiang and the other ancestral witches nodded, then followed her into the Underworld World.
At that moment, the merit filling the sky suddenly descended.
Thirty percent fell into the Eighteen Levels of Hell, while the remaining seventy percent flowed into Li Peng's body.
Li Peng did not use the merit to raise his cultivation. Instead, he stored it within the Golden Wheel of Merit behind his