Lin Tian sounded utterly relaxed.
Cult Leader Tongtian sighed, but determination soon appeared on his face.
"Rest assured, I am absolutely on your side. I will do everything I can to beg our teacher for mercy and ask him to grant you the saintly dao law."
"Don't. There's no need."
Lin Tian immediately raised a hand to stop him.
His goal was proving the Dao through strength.
And he had already spent nearly twenty years preparing.
Twenty years was merely the flick of a finger to cultivators in the Primordial World.
But who knew that Lin Tian had actually cultivated for nearly two hundred million years?
Throughout those nearly two hundred million years, he had been comprehending the great dao laws.
His mastery of all three thousand great dao laws had already reached the point where the flames burned pure blue.
All of it was for the sake of proving the Dao through strength.
Moreover, he had already laid so much groundwork for this goal and drawn up a complete plan. All that remained was to carry it out.
Having Hongjun grant him the saintly dao law now would leave a truly bitter taste.
A gentleman would not accept food tossed to him with a contemptuous summons.
Lin Tian knew Hongjun's attitude toward him perfectly well.
If Tongtian went to plead for him, Hongjun would take it as Lin Tian's own intention.
Backing down-and backing down passively, at that.
How could that possibly happen?
Besides, attaining sainthood through merit was too weak. He would still be living under Hongjun's shadow.
If he was going to become a Saint, he would do it in a single leap: prove the Dao through strength, become a Heavenly Dao Saint, and stand on equal footing with Hongjun.
Seeing Lin Tian refuse, Cult Leader Tongtian