If Lin Tian became utterly invincible, there would be only one fate awaiting the Saints.
Taishang would surrender the Kongguo Seal.
Nuwa would surrender the Demon-Summoning Banner.
Jieyin and Zhunti would disband the Western Buddhist Sect.
Yuanshi's Chan Sect would never be restored!
This was not a question of tyranny, but a necessity.
Just as the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans had contended for supremacy over the Primordial World, just as the endless war between the Witch and Demon Clans had raged, it would only end once they had destroyed themselves.
This Primordial World Calamity carried much the same implication.
Although the various sects were flourishing, their disciples had yet to attain the might of those five clans in their heyday. Moreover, each sect had a Saint presiding over it, keeping the others in check, so their fragile balance had barely held.
The five Saints must join forces against Lin Tian. It seems there is no other way!
As Taishang thought this, his figure gradually faded from the Eight Sceneries Palace.
On the battlefield, Yuanshi was still babbling incessantly at Lin Tian, but his tone, which had retained some firmness at first, was growing softer and softer.
By the end, Yuanshi was practically ready to swear that he would never contend with the Spirit Vine Sect again.
Yet even faced with Yuanshi like this, Lin Tian remained unmoved.
"Yuanshi, spare me your nonsense. The last mercy I can offer you is to let you leave your final words!"
Lin Tian stared at Yuanshi and spoke coldly. The Green Duckweed Sword remained pointed at him, without shifting in the slightest.
The reason he had not struck immediately to kill Yuanshi, instead allowing him time to leave his final words, was not that Lin Tian had grown arrogant and wanted to exchange