"Senior Brother, I feel that creating an entirely new race is not the path I should take. I believe the path for us lies in following our teacher's example and spreading the true meaning of our Great Dao far and wide. That is our path to attaining the Dao."
At some point, Zhunti had seated himself cross-legged on the Dao Platform. Resplendent treasure light shone around him as he spoke with a solemn expression.
"Fuck, here he goes again."
Watching Zhunti act like this, Jieyin's face twitched.
What do I do if I really want to beat this baldy to death with the Six-Sense-Purifying Bamboo?
But as he cursed, Jieyin realized something was wrong.
I'm bald too...
"I'm furious!!!"
In the netherworld Sea of Blood, Ancestor Minghe seethed with rage, his blood-red eyes fixed on the merit clear light above his head, which showed no sign of dissipating.
His old face had turned the purple-red color of pig liver.
Nüwa had created humans and become a Sage, receiving boundless merit from heaven. Yet when it came to him, Ancestor Minghe, he got only this tiny scrap.
The increase in his magical power was not even enough to heal his injuries.
Was this not blatant preferential treatment?
Although that cold eye formed from the Heavenly Dao Will still hung above his head, Ancestor Minghe did not dare utter another word.
He really was afraid that one careless move would earn him a buy-one-get-one-free deal from the Heavenly Dao Will.
It might send down another bolt of Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.
Then it would truly be too late even to cry.
As for the members of the Asura Race who had fully gained intelligence through the baptism of the Heavenly Dao Will, Ancestor Minghe could not even be bothered to glance at