After all, no matter what his ranking was, it had nothing to do with him anymore.
In fact, Saint Zhunti really did feel that way.
Saint Zhunti had long since entered a deep retreat.
Though a sliver of his Divine Sense still drifted through the world,
it was only to keep an eye on the Primordial World's movements.
He had already entered the deepest stage of seclusion.
Perhaps this was what it meant to break before rebuilding.
Or perhaps it was simply the attitude of someone who had given up entirely.
He was already the weakest Sage, after all.
And he had already become a laughingstock among all living beings in the Primordial World.
So he might as well let the wind carry him away.
Weakest it was.
Mocked he would be.
Nothing mattered anymore.
What good would it do to care or fight back?
He couldn't escape that title anyway.
He might as well let everything drift away like a breeze.
After adopting this mindset, Saint Zhunti's cultivation speed actually increased a little.
Perhaps one day he might even surpass Godzilla.
After all, this was the mindset best suited to cultivation.
This attitude clearly embodied the natural, effortless way of the Great Dao.
It also bore some resemblance to the principles Taishang Laozi had always upheld.
At that moment, Zhunti hadn't noticed.
His cultivation speed had already become quite remarkable.
Perhaps in a few thousand years,
he might well catch up to Godzilla.
After all, there was still a great deal of potential left for him to unearth.
His Battle Power Value was only 510 million.
That was barely the threshold of a true Sage.
He was only a little over 40 million behind Godzilla, whose battle power was more than 550 million.
Now that he had broken through