Afterward, Saint Zhunti arrived.
In a fit of anger, Kunpeng followed Zhunti to the Western Lands and joined the Western Teachings.
He certainly didn't want Dijun to attain Sagehood.
Of course, in Kunpeng's eyes, Dijun had no chance of succeeding.
If the Merit he'd snatched from Kunpeng could make someone a Saint, Kunpeng would have become one long ago.
Meanwhile, beside the Merit Pool on Mount Sumeru,
the two Saints, Jieyin and Zhunti, watched in astonishment.
Earlier, when they saw countless Demon Race beings gathering toward the Demon Race's Heavenly Court, they'd assumed the Demon Race was planning something big.
The two of them had been delighted.
After all, whether the Demon Race attacked the Witch Clan or the Human Race,
either outcome was one they were happy to see.
As long as the East fell into chaos, their Western Lands would have a chance to rise amid the turmoil.
But what Jieyin and Zhunti had never expected, despite all their calculations, was this:
Dijun had gathered countless Demon Race beings from across the Primordial Wilderness in the Heavenly Court with such a grand display, only to have them witness him attain Sagehood.
"Hmph!"
"Has Dijun lost his mind?"
"He doesn't even have Primordial Violet Qi. What does he think he'll use to become a Saint?"
Zhunti fumed.
Jieyin furrowed his brow slightly, then spoke:
"Actually, if Dijun can become a Saint, it might not be a bad thing for our Western Teachings."
Hearing Jieyin's words, Zhunti paused briefly, then quickly understood.
If Dijun became a Saint, the Demon Race would surely grow more powerful, which would accelerate its bid for supremacy!
"You're quite right, Senior Brother."
"But becoming a Saint is no easy feat."
"Besides, Dijun doesn't even have Primordial Violet Qi, the foundation for attaining Sagehood."
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