"At the time, all I could think was that the Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, and Zhunti were five branches of the same tree. There was no way I could stand against them. Even if I held on to a seat to hear the Dao, I wouldn't gain much from it."
"Now it seems that sometimes, you simply have to stake everything. If I'd been willing to do that back then, perhaps I would be one of the Saints strutting around the Primordial World today."
The more Kunpeng thought about it, the more he regretted it. Boundless frustration welled up within him, and with nowhere to vent it, he whipped up endless waves across the Northern Sea.
Within the Netherworld Blood Sea.
Minghe watched Lin Tian's string of audacious maneuvers force Taishang, Yuanshi, Jieyin, and Zhunti-the four Saints who should, on the surface, have held every advantage-into a position where they could no longer control the situation. Instead, Lin Tian had forced them to sever their own law origins just to get through the immediate crisis. For a moment, Minghe was utterly speechless.
His mind even began racing as he wondered whether he could learn from Lin Tian's actions and put those lessons into practice, scheming to gain something from the other divine beings of the Primordial World, or even from the Saints themselves.
Having been trapped at the quasi-Saint peak for many years without ever breaking through, Minghe believed he had already cultivated his magic power and divine abilities to their utmost limits. Below the Saints, absolutely no one could match him.
Moreover, since he possessed the trait that Minghe would not die as long as the Sea of Blood did not run dry, he was far bolder than ordinary living beings. He even dared to contemplate scheming against Saints.