In the end, he said no more.
A flash of divine light suddenly appeared in Saint Jieyin's eyes.
He abruptly turned his head.
His gaze burned as he stared at Saint Zhunti.
Although Saint Zhunti hadn't finished speaking,
Saint Jieyin understood his meaning perfectly clearly.
Was Saint Zhunti thinking of switching sides?
Was he thinking of fleeing Zixiao Palace?
If so, wouldn't the Two from the West become petty villains?
Wouldn't they become traitors?
Wouldn't they be branded as fickle and untrustworthy?
How could they continue to find a place in the Primordial Chaos World?
But—
If the Western Land stayed loyal to Dao Master Hongjun,
what could Dao Ancestor Hongjun use to compete with Heavenly Machine Tower?
No matter how one looked at it, Zixiao Palace was no match for Heavenly Machine Tower.
At the thought, Saint Jieyin couldn't help but sigh deeply.
In the end, he said nothing more.
Although they were revered as Sages,
in truth, they were nothing more than Dao Ancestor Hongjun's chess pieces.
Dao Ancestor Hongjun had created these Sages
for no other reason than to have them rule the Primordial World completely.
And he himself held absolute authority over the Sages.
If the Sages ruled the Primordial World, wouldn't that be the same as Dao Ancestor Hongjun ruling it?
Saint Jieyin saw these matters with perfect clarity.
Even so, Saint Jieyin finally shook his head.
It was best to leave such thoughts at that.
If the two of them dared to rebel,
Dao Ancestor Hongjun could probably seal them away with a wave of his hand.
Seeing Saint Jieyin shake his head,
Saint Zhunti sighed as well.
How could he not know that the chance of this working was slim?
But he didn't want to remain the other side's chess piece.
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