At those words, Kunpeng's expression changed drastically.
A soul search—one careless move, and he would be ruined.
Especially with that overwhelming aura of a Saint pressing down on him.
He simply could not understand why the Saints would let this Stone Spirit order them around.
"I comprehended this myself. One day, while I was in seclusion, I listened to the voice of the Great Dao and naturally heard about the Calamity Tribulation. That is ample proof that I am the Child of the Heavenly Dao, someone blessed with the great fortune of the Primordial World."
"It was the Heavenly Dao that told me this. Go ask the Heavenly Dao yourselves!"
His gaze was utterly unwavering. Clearly, he had yet to realize he had been deceived.
Though it was hard to understand how he could be so stupid.
What needed to be done still had to be done.
"Three Masters, please trace this back to its source and find the traces that voice left on him."
The claim that Saints understood the past, present, and future was no idle boast.
Their predictions of how the future would unfold might not be entirely accurate, but investigating things that had already happened was truly effortless.
Soon, Sect Master Tongtian's voice rang out.
"Found him. This fellow hid himself well. He was actually inside the Northern Darkness Immortal Palace, hiding right beneath our noses in the darkness under the lamp."
Before long, Sect Master Tongtian appeared atop Buzhou Mountain.
In his hand, he held a somewhat pitch-black, weakened figure.
"Was this the thing that sent Kunpeng into sudden enlightenment and guided him into wreaking havoc on the Primordial World?"
Wang Shi looked curiously at the thing before him. It did not seem particularly powerful.
Its strength was only that of an ordinary Quasi-Saint.
If