Dao Ancestor Hongjun's battle power was nearly twenty times his.
Thinking of such a gap, Saint Jieyin wore a bitter smile.
But in the end, he said nothing.
His heart had already begun to die.
It could even be said that nothing was worse than a dead heart.
For countless years, he had devoted himself to the Western Land.
For countless years, he had wanted to make the Western Land truly rise.
After all, once the Western Land rose, the wish he and his fellow disciple had shared would be fulfilled.
Yet countless years had passed.
Many tribulations had come and gone.
And still, the Western Land had made no progress whatsoever.
He had once thought that the two of them simply hadn't worked hard enough.
But now, as the Primordial Violet Gold List gradually revealed its contents,
and all kinds of rankings were unveiled,
he had completely lost faith.
All the effort they had put in over the years made them nothing but clowns in the eyes of the Eastern Sages.
They had even become a laughingstock to all the beings of the Primordial World.
This truly pained Saint Jieyin.
It also left him feeling utterly wretched.
By now, he understood why Saint Zhunti's mental defenses had completely crumbled.
All those years of effort had brought them no progress at all. Instead, they had become a laughingstock.
Anyone would have found that hard to bear.
What was more, Saint Zhunti had fought the others many times, and each battle had ended with him at a disadvantage.
How could that not shatter Saint Zhunti's mental defenses?
Even in his battle against the Human Race Leader, he had suffered a loss.
Perhaps that had been the final straw that broke Saint Zhunti's resolve.
Saint Zhunti had now given up trying to