Growing stronger had become a luxury even in the Primordial World.
After all those many great wars,
Quasi-Saints had become exceedingly rare in the Primordial World.
That was still the least of it.
Even the few Quasi-Saints left were those who had only barely managed to reach that level.
It was a far cry from ancient times, when Golden Immortals were as common as dogs, Great Luo walked everywhere, and only Quasi-Saints could throw their weight around.
Even in this current age,
Quasi-Saints had once been as numerous as the stars.
Whether among the Monster Race, the Witch Race, the Asura Race, or the scattered beings of the Primordial World, there had been countless Quasi-Saints.
Yet after one great war after another, every last one of those Quasi-Saints had fallen.
The thought was heartbreaking.
What was the point of a Primordial World like that?
What sort of upheaval could a Primordial World like that still produce?
In the age when the Sages did not appear,
Great Unity Golden Immortals had already been the most powerful beings around.
The occasional Quasi-Saint was an exceedingly rare sight.
There was no denying that those times were truly sobering.
Ancestor Minghe was now deep in thought.
If the leaders of the Human Race had not suddenly risen to power,
if the powerhouses of the Heavenly Machine Tower had not suddenly appeared,
then the Primordial World's course of development would have been almost exactly as the Human Race Leader had shown.
Ancestor Minghe himself was one of the most powerful Quasi-Saints in the Primordial World.
He was also one of the Primordial World's oldest and mightiest beings.
There were naturally things Ancestor Minghe could see for himself, and he could even work them out by following the threads of cause and effect.
He knew that