After hearing this, Zhunti frowned slightly, a trace of worry on his face:
"Senior brother, what if Wen Zu assigned him?"
Looking across the Saints of the Primordial Wilderness, there were only two forces the West truly feared.
The first was Bei Ming;
The second was the Three Pure Ones as one.
There was still room to drive a wedge between the Three Pure Ones. The Three Religions already had internal rifts; with further vertical and horizontal alliances and sowing discord between them, there was still room to maneuver.
Bei Ming, however, used his personal combat strength to overwhelm all schemes and calculations.
To deal with him, they could only use the greater tide to fan the flames. Otherwise, there would be no room for bargaining.
Jieyin sighed softly and said helplessly:
"If it truly is Senior Beiming, I can only personally pay a visit to Changbai Mountain and humbly seek his guidance."
Jieyin spoke frankly, without the slightest intention of putting up a brave front.
"Some matters do not necessarily require violence. Saints are not mere fighters; directly engaging in battle is the worst possible strategy."
After hearing this, Zhunti replied solemnly, "junior brother understands. I will go meet Ming He now."
With that, Zhunti turned and left, transforming into an Escape Light as he headed straight for the Sea of Blood Great Array.
At this time, at the former site of Mount Wanshou.
Under Ming He's personal planning, the outlines of the mountains and rivers that had previously collapsed were forcibly reshaped.
However, it no longer possessed the immortal spiritual Pure Qi of the past.
In its place was Blood Sha so dense it was nearly stagnant.
Even the hues of Heaven and Earth had dimmed considerably.
A grand yet chilling Asura City rose from the ground.
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