He merely watched the Human Race Leader in silence.
The Human Race Leader looked at Ancestor Minghe and smiled faintly.
"Ancestor Minghe, I believe you've had more than enough fun all these years, haven't you?"
"Since that's the case, why not take a gamble? As the saying goes, if not now, when?"
"If you're willing to take a gamble, I'll give you a chance. Perhaps you really could become a Sage from this day forward?"
"With a timid, hesitant personality like yours, even if the opportunity to become a Sage were placed right before you, I doubt you'd ever be worthy of it. What do you think?"
Suirenshi's words rang out like thunder, reaching Ancestor Minghe's ears.
They left Ancestor Minghe reeling.
After all, those words had stabbed straight into his heart like a knife.
Did he long to become a Sage?
Of course he did.
In fact, becoming a Sage had become his obsession over the years.
But now, he had grown so timid and hesitant.
Was someone like him really still worthy of becoming a Sage?
Could someone like him truly still become one?
Ancestor Minghe couldn't help but question himself.
Was he really that afraid of death?
He already possessed an immortal, indestructible body.
After all, he had the Endless Sea of Blood as his backing. Even if he died, he would be reborn in the Endless Sea of Blood.
Yet despite possessing such a means of survival, he had still cultivated four hundred and fifty million Blood God Son clones.
Were these Blood God Son clones really of much use to his combat strength?
Could they truly help him become a Sage?
Clearly, they were of little use.
Then what exactly were these Blood God Son clones for?
Simply put, they made him even harder to