Yuanshi had originally intended to exert even greater pressure upon the Spirit Vine Sect's ten thousand immortals. Yet faced with their relentless questioning, he was momentarily so astonished that he forgot what he had been doing.
The Netherworld Blood Sea!
Minghe watched the Spirit Vine Sect's ten thousand immortals. They were clearly on the verge of collapse beneath Yuanshi's pressure, yet still persisted in questioning him. For a moment, he was filled with indescribable emotion.
"Saint Lin Tian certainly has remarkable methods. To think he could train the Spirit Vine Sect's ten thousand immortals, with all their disparate natures, into people like these."
"By contrast, Yuanshi's Chan Sect once claimed that it accepted only those with immense blessings and great destiny. Even when selecting disciples, it rejected anyone whose innate foundations were not outstanding enough. Who knows how much better their starting point was than that of the Spirit Vine Sect's ten thousand immortals?"
"Now that the two are placed side by side, the gap between the Chan Sect's disciples and the Spirit Vine Sect's ten thousand immortals is far more than a little! Tsk, tsk, tsk!" As Minghe watched events unfold on Mount Qianyuan, he naturally had no intention of standing up for the Spirit Vine Sect.
Leaving aside the fact that he certainly could not win, he had never had any friendship with the Spirit Vine Sect in the first place.
Still, although he would not intervene to help the Spirit Vine Sect, that did not stop Minghe from passing judgment on Yuanshi and the Chan Sect with utter contempt.
Across the Primordial World, there were actually many beings who felt just as Minghe did.
Inside Five Villages Temple, Zhen Yuanzi watched Yuanshi oppress the Spirit Vine Sect. Alongside his contempt, a trace of indignation rose within him.