The news that Meng Qi would remain under the Six Paths' control dampened everyone's joy.
"Why..."
"This is my own affair. No one else can help me." Meng Qi took it in stride.
Only when he reached the Dharmakaya realm could he sever every tie to Demon Buddha with his own hands.
The others still wanted to say something, but a commotion suddenly rose outside.
Meng Qi listened closely. His expression shifted, and delight spread across his face.
"My cousin's here!"
Meng Qi sprang up and jogged out.
"Junior Brother Qi?" The others exchanged looks, realizing who had arrived.
But how dared he barge into a gathering of the righteous path?
At the gates of the Pure Yang Sect, the air was taut as a drawn bowstring, all because of an ordinary-looking man with a somewhat stiff face.
Qi Zhengyan's rallying cry and grand ambition were known throughout the world. Everyone saw him as a heretic, a Demon Heads.
Guided by the belief that "as Heaven moves with vigor, so a gentleman must strive without cease," Qi Zhengyan wanted to create an equal world—equality of opportunity, not absolute equality.
In other words, it was Everyone Like Dragons!
Everyone Like Dragons meant everyone had the chance to become a Dragon!
This was no Demon Head who slaughtered lives; this was a Demon Head who threatened to cut off the legacies of countless sects and noble families!
And now a Demon Head like him dared come to the Pure Yang Sect?
"Demon Heads! With so many Dharmakaya masters of the righteous path here, have you come to throw your life away?"
Someone glared at Qi Zhengyan.
"I came only to congratulate Senior Chonghe on attaining Heavenly Immortal and Su Meng on crossing the third heavenly ladder," Qi Zhengyan said evenly. Several people