At that very moment, in the Netherworld Underworld.
Beneath the Eighteen Levels of Hell, Old Ancestor Ming He hovered above the rolling Blood Waves.
After sensing the aura of a Saint spreading out from the Western Heavenly Court, his brows drew together slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Haotian is about to become a Saint!"
"The Western Heavenly Court's strength will rise another step."
"Fellow Daoist Qin Mu... why is he allowing the Western Heavenly Court to grow like this?"
Old Ancestor Ming He looked puzzled.
In his view, with Qin Mu's strength, if he wanted to destroy the Western Heavenly Court, wouldn't it be as easy as lifting a hand?
But back then, when Primordial Heavenly Venerate, Jie Yin, and Zhun Ti had brought Haotian to force the Heavenly Court's hand and injure Di Zun, Qin Mu, the true power behind the Heavenly Court, had not appeared to stop them.
In the end, he had instead let Primordial Heavenly Venerate and the others take Haotian and the rest away.
Afterward, when the Western Heavenly Court was established to stand against the Eastern Heavenly Court as an equal rival, Qin Mu had still maintained an utterly indifferent attitude.
Even in the previous struggle for the Hongmeng Purple Qi, Qin Mu had defeated Primordial Heavenly Venerate and the other three great Saints, and the Hongmeng Purple Qi had been within arm's reach.
But it had been thrown into chaos by the descent of the Dao Ancestor Hongjun.
In particular, when Hongjun bestowed that strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi upon Haotian, Qin Mu had not shown the slightest sign of anger.
"Could it be... because he is pressured by the Dao Ancestor's power?"
Suddenly, such a thought arose in Old Ancestor Ming He's heart.
At the thought, he could not