Within the Purple Cloud Palace, the saints all looked at Zhunti and Jieyin with undisguised schadenfreude. The two shameless saints had never been well liked by the others, especially Zhunti, who had long since landed on every saint's blacklist. He was practically the most shameless saint in the Primordial World.
Now that they were in trouble, the saints were naturally delighted.
Heavenly Venerable Daode, Primordial Heavenly Venerable, and Heavenly Venerable Lingbao—the three Daoist saints in particular—felt thoroughly satisfied.
"Zhunti, Jieyin, the two of you will remain on the Two Realms Battlefield from now on. Without my command, you are not to return to the Three Realms."
Hongjun's voice was cold and merciless.
Zhunti and Jieyin felt like weeping without tears, but they could only nod in agreement. "Yes, Master!"
Previously, only their good and evil corpses had fought on the Two Realms Battlefield. Even if they died, the losses would not be too great, and they could recover.
But now, Hongjun was actually sending their true bodies to the Two Realms Battlefield. If they died there, the loss would be immense.
Although they were Heavenly Dao Saints, and theoretically could not die so long as the Heavenly Dao endured—
if their true bodies were slain by powerhouses from the other world, it would still greatly drain their vitality to recover. Their cultivation might even fall.
After all, saints were not all equal. Battle Sage was the strongest, and the three Daoist saints were all extremely powerful as well. Jieyin was comparatively strong, while Nüwa, Pingxin, and Zhunti were somewhat weaker.
When Zhunti imagined his true body dying on the Two Realms Battlefield, his cultivation falling until he was even weaker than Nüwa and Pingxin—two women—and becoming the bottom-ranked saint, he felt so humiliated that he wanted to die.
*Damn Zhao