The most miserable thing in the world was lavishing every kind of flattery on your goddess, only for her to barely acknowledge you.
At that very moment, the Holy Spirit Cult received exactly that treatment. Its leader, Luo Tiansheng, had never imagined that after all his frantic efforts and the blood sacrifice of millions in Mingdu, the Evil God projection he summoned—the so-called Holy Spirit—would completely ignore them, refusing to spare them so much as a glance!
The frustration, the maddening helplessness—it was downright suffocating!
Yang Ming's figure flashed repeatedly through the air before abruptly appearing above Mingdu. His Nine-Tomoe Rinnegan coldly scrutinized the man emerging from the blood sacrifice's crimson gate. His brow furrowed slightly, and he instinctively exclaimed:
"Abyssal Sage King? How did you end up here?"
Indeed, the Evil God projection summoned by the Holy Spirit Cult was none other than the Abyssal Sage King, ruler of the Abyssal World. However, what had appeared here was not his true body, but merely an energy projection.
"Oh? To think someone on this distant planet actually recognizes me."
A flicker of surprise crossed the eyes of the Abyssal Sage King, who looked like a graceful young gentleman. Then the corners of his mouth lifted into a faint smile, leaving his thoughts impossible to read.
"I originally thought it would take at least several thousand more years before my projection could descend upon this world brimming with life. Who could have imagined that a little seed of karma I planted all those years ago would allow me to arrive early? Sadly, there is a flaw in this otherwise perfect outcome. The Abyssal Plane Passage cannot be established so quickly. Otherwise, today would mark this planet's destruction!"
Yang Ming's expression darkened at those words.
Clearly, one of the Holy Spirit Cult's