Eleven Saints!
On Earth's side, every one of them radiated the powerful aura of a Saint, shaking the Starry Sky.
The Sages of the Starry Sky all changed color, stunned by the sight before them.
Counting Monster Yaoyao, there were eleven Saints. They were still outnumbered.
But this was Earth, fallen into decline. How had it produced ten more Saints?
This was not a power Earth should have possessed at this point.
On Wuyi Mountain, Chu Feng stared at the projection, dumbstruck.
"Godfather, my parents are Saints?" Chu Feng turned to Meng Chuan.
This was too absurd. The revelation hit Chu Feng hard.
How many years had his parents even been on the path of evolution? How had they attained Sainthood already?
It was downright fantastical.
Chu Feng wondered if his parents were actually Earth's protagonists...
So I'm the Son of Two Saints?
So I'm a Second-Generation Evolutionary?
So I can live off my parents?
When I leave Earth, can I get by on my family background too?
"Yes." Meng Chuan confirmed Chu Feng's guess.
"Then what was I working so hard for..." Chu Feng muttered, then caught himself.
"Why didn't any of you tell me before?"
"We were afraid you'd go bad."
"You don't trust my self-control!" Chu Feng looked thoroughly displeased.
Even if he'd known early on that his parents were Saints, would he really have become a parasite who bullied men and women and threw his weight around?
Was he that kind of person?
Chu Feng wished to make a solemn declaration and tell everyone in all seriousness.
He would!
He was exactly that kind of person!
"Rein it in. Your grin is getting a little too shameless." Lu Shiyun nudged Chu Feng with her foot, warning him not to reveal too much of his true nature.