Lin Tian merely smiled faintly and said nothing to Jiubao.
The two transformed into streaks of golden light at the same time, flying toward the Zhunti Pavilion on Dragonhead Peak.
Over the past ten years.
Although Lin Tian and Jiubao had remained in secluded meditation, absorbing and stabilizing the energy of the Great Unity Golden Immortal Realm, they already knew everything that had happened at the Zhunti Pavilion on Dragonhead Peak, as well as the predicament Abbess Seven Absolutes faced.
Lin Tian, however, had little interest in this sort of resource allocation or politicized infighting within a sect.
In the more than ten million years since he had crossed over into the Primordial World, his countless divine sense clones had actually entered all manner of races and populations throughout the Primordial World, the Multidimensional World, and the Myriad Heavens and Worlds. He had seen far too much of this sort of allocation of racial interests.
At first, Lin Tian had been interested enough to study these divisions of benefits, insignificant though they were to him.
But gradually, these power struggles became, to Lin Tian, like an elephant watching ants scramble and fight over a tiny grain of millet someone had fed them.
Thus, he slowly lost all interest in them.
And now, his primordial spirit had entered the Human Race of the Primordial World, descending to live as a human.
Although this journey was an entirely new experience for Lin Tian.
There was no doubt about it.
Lin Tian still had little interest in these power struggles within a sect.
He simply wanted to see how Jiubao, who had advanced from the Profound Immortal Realm to the Great Unity Golden Immortal Realm, would handle this power struggle that could wipe out several hundred disciples.
Any power struggle ultimately tended to