The West Joins Great Zhou

Inside the main hall of Yuxu Palace.

Randeng felt the terrifying demonic qi churning within his body. The sensation of power that could tear through space with a mere gesture utterly intoxicated him.

He straightened his body.

His once shriveled demonic form had become full again under the nourishment of the Termination Law, though his skin bore the grayish-white pallor of a corpse.

"Randeng can never repay the Sect Leader's grace of remaking me, even if I am ground to dust and my bones shattered."

Randeng lowered his head, his voice hoarse and grating.

Primordial Heavenly Demon reclined upon the Nine Dragon Agarwood Carriage, lightly tapping the armrest with his fingers.

"Next, there is something I need you to do."

Randeng immediately straightened his back.

"What are the Sect Leader's orders?"

Primordial Heavenly Demon's gaze passed through the great hall and fixed upon the distant western lands.

"Take my command and go to Mount Sumeru in the west."

Randeng froze for a moment.

"The west?"

Primordial Heavenly Demon nodded.

"That is right. Go and make those two Saints of the west join Great Zhou's camp."

"The contest for human Fortune cannot be won with Western Qi's current foundation alone."

"Though the Western Teachings are impoverished, those two fools still occupy Heavenly Dao Saint Positions. They can entangle quite a bit of karma throughout the Primordial Wilderness."

After hearing this, hesitation appeared on Randeng's face.

No matter how inadequate Jieyin and Zhunti might be, they were still lofty Heavenly Dao Saints.

Though he had just acquired the power of a pseudo-Primordial Chaos cultivator, he still lacked confidence when facing two Heavenly Dao Saints.

"Sect Leader, what if they refuse?"

Randeng asked tentatively.

Primordial Heavenly Demon let out a cold laugh.

The laughter echoed through the great hall, instantly freezing Randeng's newly