It was impossible not to know the name of the divine or Daoist tradition one worshiped, unless one was not a practitioner. So when I heard that, in their mouths, I had become an ancient sage, I could not help finding it ironic.
"The ones we've been chasing worship Xia Yitian's Dao lineage itself—root and branch! Just the day before yesterday, they were still acting high and mighty, ordering us around as they pleased. But from today onward, they won't be able to do that anymore! Their Dao lineage actually broke off—it broke off! Can you believe it!?"
"Hahaha! Exactly! Senior, I assume you aren't part of that ancient sage's Dao lineage either, are you? Then why not join us in killing those few beasts, and let them know that even a true Buddha has a temper? Do they really think worshiping that ancient sage makes them so impressive?!"
The other immortals and devils also began complaining and cursing, and it seemed they had suffered no small amount of bullying and torment at the hands of those people.
"Heh heh, is it possible that they don't worship Xia Yitian's Dao lineage either? You should understand that the arts born from the laws of Heaven and Earth are, to some extent, related to Xia Yitian. After all, they are either his disciples or his disciples' disciples. Could it be that none of them can be mobilized today?" I countered.
After hearing this, the immortals and devils were instantly struck dumb. Some exchanged bewildered glances, while others hesitated to speak.
Still, some remained stubborn and hurriedly argued, "Since they are called disciples and disciples' disciples, there are ultimately differences between their paths. That's precisely why we aren't completely useless like those few!"
"Exactly! Senior, think about it yourself. Many of those who