In less than a moment, fewer than thirty of the hundred and seventy Dao Sages remained.
Clearly, this proved once again that the Setting Sun Divine Palace's dominance over the Western Wastes was fading. At the very least, it could no longer summon a hundred followers with a single call, as it seemed to believe.
Even dangling the promise of a Supreme-Grade Saint Vein had changed nothing.
Ancestor Yan Tian's plan had plainly failed. Along with his anger came a deep sense of humiliation.
Being humiliated at Bright Moon Spirit Tide Valley was one thing. Under another's roof, he had no choice but to bow his head. But here in the Western Wastes, on territory he considered the Setting Sun Divine Palace's own, he had been humiliated again. That he could never stomach.
Damn it!!
At Bright Moon Spirit Tide Valley, he could do nothing against the threat posed by so many Dao Sages of the Southern Border. But here in the Western Wastes, was he really powerless against a handful of minor factions with only one or two Dao Sages apiece?
What a joke!!
If they refused to fall in line, there was no need for them to keep existing.
Just as Ancestor Yan Tian was about to issue the order in a rage and take the Setting Sun Divine Palace's Dao Sages to seize the High-Grade Saint Veins by force, the Dao Sages who had stayed gathered around him.
The twenty-odd Dao Sages were all smiling, their eyes shining.
"Ancestor Yan Tian... was what you just said true?"
"Does the Setting Sun Divine Palace really have a way to combine saint veins into a legendary Supreme-Grade Saint Vein?"
"And you'd let us cultivate using it?"
Ancestor Yan Tian froze. Looking at the hope on their faces, how could