Ancestral Witch Houtu also froze for a moment. Rather than much joy, bewilderment appeared on her face.
Her cultivation far surpassed Patriarch Minghe's.
At her level, becoming a Saint was certainly a good thing.
But there were only so many Saint Positions. If she and Patriarch Minghe became Saints, whose positions would they replace?
"Hahaha!"
After a long while, Patriarch Minghe finally came to his senses and burst into wild laughter.
The entire Netherworld Blood Sea seemed infected by his mood.
Whoosh!
Great waves in the Sea of Blood battered the shores and swept over Yin Mountain.
Countless members of the Asura Clan surfaced from the Sea of Blood.
The women were enchanting and alluring, graceful and dazzlingly beautiful.
The men, however, had hideous faces, like evil ghosts.
"Don't celebrate too soon. Whose Saint Position do you intend to seize?"
Houtu gave Patriarch Minghe an indifferent glance and poured cold water straight over his excitement.
Patriarch Minghe chuckled. "Who else? That bald donkey Zhunti, of course. Didn't he sacrifice his Good Corpse to kill the Vine Dao Venerable? He lost his wife and his troops besides. His strength has plummeted, and he may fall from his Saint Position in the end."
Houtu smiled again. "Since you know Patriarch Bodhi went to kill the Vine Dao Venerable and still failed, how could you possibly snatch a Saint Position from the Vine Dao Venerable's hands?"
Patriarch Minghe immediately frowned and declared firmly, "Teacher's words are law. If he says we can become Saints, then we certainly can!"
Houtu, however, took a broader view. "Saint Zhunti is indeed the most likely to fall from his Saint Position, but you don't have the strength to drag him down completely. Only the Vine Dao Venerable can do that. The Buddhist Sect's destruction was also orchestrated