Lin Tian now enjoyed excellent relations with both Saint Tongtian and Lady Pingxin. If he succeeded in attaining the Dao, those two Saints would surely stand united with him. Together, they would be three Saints, and no one could hope to shake Lin Tian in the slightest.
Meanwhile, the Two Western Saints wore dark expressions.
Though they had not acted against Lin Tian, the grudges between them meant that a confrontation would be inevitable sooner or later.
Now that Lin Tian had escaped what should have been certain death today, it was easy to imagine that scarcely any situation could trap and kill him in the future. His path of cultivation would thus face no more storms.
Moreover, Lin Tian had broken through year after year within just a few decades, reaching the Quasi-Saint mid-stage. His rapidly advancing cultivation was another reason for the Two Western Saints' concern.
After all, at his current astonishing pace, breaking through to the Saint realm would hardly be difficult for him.
He might even successfully enter the Saint realm before the Saints escaped from the Purple Heaven Palace.
In that case, even when those Saints returned to the Primordial World, they would no longer be able to deal with Lin Tian.
Lin Tian represented more than himself. He also had deep ties with Jiejiao. If anything happened to him, Jiejiao's Saint would surely lend him every ounce of support. After all, Jiejiao's current rise owed a tremendous amount to Lin Tian.
Yet just as the Two Western Saints were worrying, another incident occurred in the Primordial World that enraged them both.
Lin Tian had been preparing to return to the Primordial World and had reached the boundary between it and Chaos. Just then, a streak of Buddhist light rushed into Chaos and came face-to-face