Primordial: I Was Exposed After Hiding for Eons

Although the Netherworld Coffin Lamp's ranking relied on a bit of cleverness, it was still undeniably higher than the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree.

There was no disputing this point.

The moment Daoist Randeng spoke these words, Saint Zhunti's face immediately darkened with fury.

"Randeng, you damned fool, if you have the guts, come out and let This Seat sweep you with my tree!"

Every single one of the Primordial beings could hear that Saint Zhunti was now beside himself with rage.

He only had three treasures on the Ranking List, the lowest among the saints.

And now, on top of that, Daoist Randeng had humiliated him.

Naturally, this drove him to shame and anger.

But then Daoist Randeng's grating voice rang out again:

"Zhunti, you old fool, you want to make a move on me? Who do you think you are? Even if you wanted to kill me, you'd have to get in line behind Primeval—it's not your turn..."

"You, the most worthless of saints, dare to mock me? I gave you the chance to attain sainthood, and even then you struggled, having to swear forty-eight great vows and borrow merit from the Heavenly Dao just to barely become a saint. And now you dare to yap at me like a dog? Trash..."

Daoist Randeng had finally found a chance to vent his anger.

His mouth spewed filth like a sewer, directly blasting Saint Zhunti into a daze.

"Randeng, you wretched thing, explain yourself clearly—who is trash? Who is the weakest saint? Damn you... you cursed, damned wretch..."

Hearing Saint Zhunti's furious, humiliated words, everyone wanted to laugh but forcibly held it in.

They wanted to laugh but dared not, nearly suffocating the Primordial beings with suppressed mirth.

No one had expected Daoist Randeng to be so shameless!

He openly declared Saint Zhunti the weakest saint, without leaving him even a shred of face.

No wonder Saint Zhunti was so enraged.

At that moment, Daoist Randeng, wherever he was, spoke up again arrogantly:

"This poor Daoist means you, I mean you, you despicable wretch—you, Zhunti, are the weakest saint."

"What? You don't accept it? Let me ask you, can you beat Taishang Laozi? He is the undisputed leader of the Xuanmen, widely acknowledged as the highest cultivator in the Primordial, with eight treasures on the Ranking List. Even if he let you use both hands and one leg, you still wouldn't be his match."

"You..."

Though Daoist Zhunti was furious, he couldn't say a word—he truly was no match for Taishang Laozi.

Daoist Randeng's words made Taishang Laozi's heart bloom with joy.

They caused Taishang Laozi to regard him with newfound respect, and he even felt a bit of goodwill toward Daoist Randeng.

"And then there's Primeval. Sure, Primeval is a bit hypocritical, but his cultivation and power are undeniable. He has seven treasures on the Ranking List, and once the Pangu Banner comes out, few can stand against it—wouldn't it blast the shit right out of you?"

"You... you wretched thing... speaking so crudely..."

These words enraged Saint Zhunti to the point of cursing.

But he truly didn't know how to refute them.

If he actually had to fight Primeval Lord of Heaven, he really wouldn't be a match.

At this moment, within the Jade Void Palace, Primeval Lord of Heaven's eyes also showed a trace of disdain.

He had always looked down on the Two Sages of the West.

After all, when the Two Sages of the West attained sainthood, they had to borrow merit from the Heavenly Dao. Strictly speaking, the Two Sages of the West were merely false saints.

Comparing him to the Two Sages of the West? What a joke!

That nosy old Daoist Randeng was absolutely right this time—if the Two Sages of the West really dared to come, once he unleashed the Pangu Banner, he could truly beat the shit out of them.

Then Randeng's grating voice came again:

"And Saint Tongtian goes without saying. With the Immortal Slaying Four Swords in hand, even Taishang and Primeval get a headache, let alone a piece of trash like you?"

"You... you damned Randeng! Don't let This Venerable One lay eyes on you, or I swear I won't let you off..."

Saint Zhunti trembled with rage.

But he still couldn't find any grounds to argue.

Saint Tongtian wielded the Immortal Slaying Four Swords, and once the sword formation was deployed, only four saints together could break it.

He naturally couldn't be a match for Saint Tongtian, leaving him with no rebuttal.

Inside Biyou Palace on Golden Ao Island, Sect Master Tongtian had already drained the gourd of jade nectar dry.

He was now completely lost in a drunken stupor.

Sprawled wantonly atop the clouds.

Hearing Daoist Randeng's words, Saint Tongtian muttered a few incomprehensible syllables.

A trace of mockery curled at the corner of his lips.

Daoist Randeng's voice came again:

"As for Saint Jieyin, don't even get me started. That old fellow looks all gloomy and worried, but in truth, he's the most calculating of them all. On the surface, he shows nothing, but beneath it, he hides a vast store of cultivation and dharma power. Naturally, you're no match for him either... Whether it's scheming or strength, he could sell you off and you wouldn't even know it."

"..."

At those words, Saint Zhunti did not retort—in fact, he could not retort.

Saint Jieyin was his Elder Brother, and together they had founded the Western Teachings on the Western Lands.

He knew best how deep Saint Jieyin's cultivation ran.

He truly was no match for Senior Brother Jieyin.

Just then, Daoist Randeng's voice came again:

"Now let's talk about Nuwa Sage. Though Nuwa Sage always keeps to herself, she bears the greatest merit of all—not only the merit of creating humanity, but also the merit of mending the heavens."

"She is also the first saint after the Dao Ancestor, having attained sainthood before anyone else. Compared to her, you... are far behind. When I say you're the weakest saint, you still won't accept it?"

Hearing this, Saint Zhunti was truly enraged.

After counting everyone over and over, he really had become the weakest saint?

If so, where would his dignity be?

Where would he put his face?

At this point, he had to speak up and refute it.

Otherwise, he would truly become the weakest saint.

"What utter nonsense! Nuwa Sage is nothing but a woman of the weaker sex—how can she be compared to This Seat?"

Whoa...

The moment Saint Zhunti said this.

The entire Primordial Chaos Land erupted in uproar.

Many great powers grew excited on the spot.

Saint Zhunti had fallen right into Daoist Randeng's trap.

He had taken Randeng's bait!

Now, Saint Zhunti had thoroughly offended Empress Nuwa.

Just as the billions of Primordial beings were gloating over his misfortune.

A clear, cold voice descended from the heavens.

"Zhunti, what do you mean by 'weaker sex'? What do you mean by 'cannot be compared to you'? Explain yourself clearly."

Upon hearing this, the billions of Primordial beings instantly understood.

Saint Zhunti had fallen into Daoist Randeng's trap, and indeed, he had provoked Nuwa Sage's wrath.

Now that Empress Nuwa had spoken, Saint Zhunti was surely in for a rough time.

At this moment, on the Great Sumeru Mountain of the Western Teachings, Saint Zhunti's face had turned utterly black.