So, Xiao Long had a long and arduous road ahead if he wanted all his women to reach Sainthood!
Still, it was nothing. Xiao Long had plenty of time to enjoy himself.
Slowly, slowly!
"Enough!"
Just as nine people in Xiao Long's harem had attained Sainthood through merit, and Xiao Long was preparing to elevate the tenth to Sainthood—
An angry roar came from the skies.
There was no need to ask who it was. It was the ruler of the Primordial World—Old Ancestor Hongjun!
"Grandmaster, what wind blew you here?"
Xiao Long still had to show Old Ancestor Hongjun a little respect.
After all, openly fighting him to the death would not be good.
"Stop what you are doing immediately! Do you know how great a disaster your actions have brought upon the entire Primordial World? Not only must you stop now, you must also make them return their innate merit to the Heavenly Dao!"
Old Ancestor Hongjun ordered Xiao Long.
He had never imagined that one moment of inattention would cost him forty percent of his innate merit!
Old Ancestor Hongjun had already fused with the Heavenly Dao. If the Heavenly Dao's foundation weakened, Old Ancestor Hongjun's strength would naturally weaken as well!
That was why Old Ancestor Hongjun had to stop this from happening!
Taking on the Three Pure Ones
"Why? Why haven't I sensed any disaster occurring in the Primordial World?"
Xiao Long frowned and spoke with clear displeasure.
Old Ancestor Hongjun's high-and-mighty, accusatory tone made Xiao Long extremely unhappy.
Since Old Ancestor Hongjun showed him no respect, Xiao Long naturally would not show him any either.
"Why? There is no why! The Primordial World is under my rule! Do you still need to ask why?"
Old Ancestor Hongjun sneered coldly.
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