Jieyin hurriedly stopped him. "Junior Brother, you must not act rashly. Once you do, heavenly punishment will surely follow!"
Zhunti paced impatiently. "What else can I do? At worst, I'll kill him even if heavenly punishment leaves me gravely wounded. I refuse to believe the Dao Ancestor would trade a Saint for a Great Logic!"
Jieyin drew a deep breath. "Junior Brother, a Great Encompassing Golden Immortal certainly cannot compare to a Saint, but you would be the first to violate the Dao Ancestor's prohibition. Heavenly punishment would come thundering down on you. This is far too risky!"
"Senior Brother, don't worry. At most, I'll be badly injured and need to rest for a few tens of thousands of years. I certainly won't die. Saints are undying and indestructible. Even if I suffer grievous wounds, I must eliminate this scourge!"
"Ah, Junior Brother, if someone must go, let me go instead!"
Jieyin let out a long, helpless sigh.
"No, Senior Brother. I rank last among the Six Saints, and I still haven't slain my second corpse. You, on the other hand, are about to slay your third corpse and stand equal to Laozi. Only I can do this!"
Zhunti had decided to smash the cracked pot altogether. I'm the worst anyway. What have I got to fear?
Corpse-Slaying after attaining sainthood was far more difficult than before. Even a hundredfold increase in difficulty was normal. Moreover, all these years, Zhunti had been occupied with managing their great religion while Jieyin concentrated on cultivation.
Hearing Zhunti's words, Jieyin said emotionally, "Junior Brother, thank you for all your efforts over these years. Your cultivation has been delayed, and the fault lies with me!"
"Senior Brother, we took form together, cultivated together, and founded our religion together. Your greater cultivation is the best