Zhou Ming listened to the two of them without any change in expression.
Just two peak Sages. That Black Mystery from earlier had also been at the peak of the Sage realm, yet Zhou Ming had still blasted him—and his laws—straight into nothingness with a single punch.
Against opponents of this level, whether there were two of them or two hundred made no difference whatsoever to Zhou Ming.
"Got it." Zhou Ming answered casually, not taking it to heart at all.
Watching Zhou Ming's indifferent reaction from the side, Purple Moon sighed and could not help remarking, "The path of cultivation in the Primordial Universe is truly too cruel."
"Worlds like our Luofu Realm are as numerous as the stars throughout the Primordial Universe."
"There are also even larger medium worlds and major worlds."
"But those worlds are surrounded by powerful barriers of laws. Only those whose cultivation has reached a higher realm are qualified to enter them."
Qing Yang shook his head, a trace of helplessness in his tone.
"We False Saints can only fight over limited Destiny/Fortune within these small worlds."
"Not only must we cultivate desperately, but we must also constantly guard against the schemes of those in the same realm."
"One misstep, and we will die and vanish, becoming stepping stones for someone else's cultivation."
Listening to their lamentations, Zhou Ming felt no ripples in his heart.
The path of cultivation was like rowing against the current to begin with—contending against Heaven, contending against others.
To Zhou Ming, it was perfectly normal for False Saints of the Primordial Universe to scheme against one another.
At that thought, something suddenly stirred within Zhou Ming, and he asked a question he had long been curious about.
"You said that worlds like the Luofu Realm are as numerous as