"Fellow Daoist, to Chan Sect and Daoist Primordial, you are merely an optional presence. Your position as Vice Sect Master is nothing but an empty title; you have never received any real regard. The position of Master of Human Emperor in the past, and the Netherworld Venerable Title later on—neither of those opportunities would ever have fallen to you. They never will in the future, either. And it is not just you; all but a few favored disciples in Chan Sect must have felt the same."
"Fellow Daoist Randeng, you were an Innate Divine Demon of the Primordial World. Your origins were hardly inferior to those of us Saints; you merely lacked an opportunity. Do you truly intend to remain in Chan Sect forever, wasting away the years and ruining your own Dao Path?"
Zhunti had found Randeng's weakness, and Randeng was visibly shaken.
He thought of how he had once resolved to join Chan Sect, disregarding the fact that he and the others were all Zi Xiao Hong Chen Ke. He had done so to attain Quasi-Saint status, perhaps even become a Primordial Saint. All these years, he had devoted himself to Chan Sect, yet Primordial had never valued him, leaving his Dao Path shrouded in darkness.
At the thought, Randeng's resentment deepened. He resented himself for joining the Chan Sect in the first place, and he resented the Primordial Heavenly Lord for disregarding the bond they had forged when they listened to the Dao at the Purple Firmament Palace. Not only had the Primordial Heavenly Lord failed to grant Randeng any opportunities, but he had also suppressed him at every turn.
Before today, Randeng had felt resentment, but had never considered changing allegiance. Yet after hearing Saint Zhunti's words, he was tempted. Once the thought took hold, he