Kunpeng had made up his mind. He did not want to be eliminated by the Primordial World Great Trend. The Three Pure Ones, the Two Saints of the Buddhist Gate, Zhenyuanzi, and the others were one thing, but now even the Second Generation Disciples were all striving to be first. If they surpassed him, he truly could not accept it.
Just like Randeng Daoist of the Chan Sect before him, who, as a Zi Xiao Hong Chen Ke, had been content to remain beneath others and become the laughingstock of the All Honghuang Beings.
Ever since Kunpeng was born, his fortune and destiny had been exceedingly ordinary. Otherwise, he would not have reached the Late Quasi-Saint stage without possessing a single decent spiritual treasure.
If things continued like this, let alone Proving Dao to Become Saint or pursuing the Primordial Unity, even the Late Quasi-Saint stage would probably already be his limit.
As someone comparable to top-tier Innate Divine Demons such as the Three Pure Ones, the Two Saints of the Buddhist Gate—Jieyin and Zhunti—and Zhenyuanzi, and as someone who possessed a trace of the Chaos Demon God's bloodline, Kunpeng's Dao Heart was exceptionally firm. He was determined to become a Saint. But if the Heavenly Dao of the Primordial World was unwilling to grant him that opportunity, then so what if he had to oppose the entire Primordial World just to obtain the Saint Opportunity?
In Kunpeng's view, the Primordial World had never bestowed any grace upon him. Therefore, he felt little sense of belonging toward this Great World. For the sake of his Dao Path, betraying it was only natural.
He took out an object shaped like a long staff. It was entirely ink-black, seemingly metal yet not metal, seemingly wood yet not wood. It was three chi