As a member of the Sacred Race, Maha understood the Divine Realm far better than the people of this universe.
Just like the Upper Realm and the Lower Realm.
Compared to the Divine Realm, the universe was a lower plane!
The laws cultivated in the universe were nothing more than laws established by the Saints.
In the eyes of the people of the Divine Realm, the beings of the universe were nothing more than inferior creatures!
Even Dao Children had to toil bitterly, endure millions of years of effort, shed endless sweat and blood, and consume vast resources before they were qualified to stand as equals with the geniuses of the Divine Realm!
That was the gap one was born with.
Maha was the son of a True God. With his status, he was already enough to look down proudly upon the Sacred Race.
But so long as one was a living being, how could one be satisfied with the status quo?
Maha also wanted to go to the Divine Realm and become a True God. He had once ventured into the God Refinement Forbidden Ground, where he had gained quite a lot, but in the end, he had still failed to become a True God!
But condensing a godhead... truly was not an easy matter.
Luo Zheng's words had struck right at Maha's sore spot. A dangerous glint gradually surfaced in his demonic eyes.
The Sacred Race's True God, who was also his father, indeed could not personally come to this universe for certain reasons.
That was why the Sacred Race had chosen negotiation.
However, these old undying monsters were not so easily deceived. They had rejected the demands he put forward.
If that was the case, why not borrow the lingering might of a True God and kill