With Dao Ancestor Hongjun backing him, Haotian Shangdi had risen to become the ruler of the Primordial World.
Those two utterly despicable men had gained nothing at all and hadn't secured the slightest advantage.
The true winners were the Two Sages of the West.
At this, Ancestor Minghe's expression relaxed.
Serves them right!
They deserved it!
They really had it coming!
Ancestor Minghe felt utterly satisfied.
After all, he found it immensely gratifying that these Sages hadn't gained the slightest advantage.
Those two Sages deserved to be humiliated.
They'd even gone so far as to personally attack their own brothers' disciples. What was there that those two wouldn't do?
If they really had taken control of the Primordial World, no one could say what it would have become.
Now, those two could be said to have shot themselves in the foot.
Not only had they lost face, they'd also been completely sidelined and gained no advantage whatsoever. There was no denying that they'd become the laughingstock of the Primordial World.
Although the many mighty figures of the Primordial World wouldn't dare mock them openly,
those two had become a laughingstock all the same.
What was there to respect about Sages like that?
Who could possibly think highly of Sages like that?
No one could respect Sages like these—Sages who personally attacked other people's disciples.
Even if they didn't say it aloud, that was what they thought.
Compared with these two, those two utterly despicable Sages from the West were nothing at all.
These two Sages were the truly despicable ones.
The two Sages of the West were no match for them.
They were, one could say, completely outclassed.
Yet the Eastern Mystic Gate had fallen into decline, while Western Buddhism had flourished.
No one could have expected such a turn