Hearing the Primordial Sacred Land disciple's indignation, Yin Shixing was overjoyed. He felt this was a heaven-sent opportunity and immediately struck while the iron was hot, sowing discord. "Exactly. The thought that he can enter the Primordial Sacred Land just like me makes my blood boil."
"Enter the Primordial Sacred Land? He sure dreams big. I won't let a black sheep like him enter the Primordial Sacred Land. Otherwise, one rat dropping will spoil the whole pot of soup."
Feng Xingyu clenched his fists.
"No, we cannot do that. We are examiners of the Primordial Sacred Land and represent its image. We cannot engage in such favoritism and bend the law."
Zhang Haodang said in a deep voice.
"That's right. If he truly has the ability, then we can only let him enter the Primordial Sacred Land."
Meng Zhenshun said helplessly.
"Don't worry. That kid doesn't know shit. He's nothing but a spoiled young master."
Yin Shixing immediately said, "Can you believe it? He condensed his Primordial Spirit and advanced to the Return to Truth Realm before even reaching thirty. That cultivation speed is terrifyingly fast. I can guarantee that the only reason he reached such a level of cultivation is because he drugged himself up. He doesn't have an ounce of real skill."
"What? He advanced to the Return to Truth Realm before thirty? Even in the Central Universe, there aren't many with such a rate of progress." Feng Xingyu was greatly shocked. "For someone to cultivate so quickly in this barbaric wilderness is simply impossible. It seems that kid must have consumed some cosmic secret treasure, or he couldn't possibly cultivate this fast."
Zhang Haodang and Meng Zhenshun nodded as well. They considered themselves geniuses even in the Central Universe; in this barbaric wilderness, there was even less