"Awooo!!!"
At Daochen's praise, the nine Five-Clawed Golden Dragons immediately let out smug, awkward chuckles.
Their dragon roars shook the heavens.
The racket made the Three Pure Ones and the Western Land's Jieyin and Zhunti want to crush them outright, just to shut them up.
"Go on."
Daochen waved his hand, signaling for the nine Five-Clawed Golden Dragons to pull the carriage farther away, lest they get caught in the crossfire when the Sages began fighting.
As the nine Five-Clawed Golden Dragons pulled the carriage away into the void, the Primordial World's mighty cultivators who had come to watch the spectacle tacitly retreated even farther.
Without the Demon Emperor present,
the Sages would simply fight for themselves, and whoever managed to reap the benefits would depend on their own abilities.
But now the Demon Emperor had arrived.
That meant a group battle.
If they ended up beating one another until human heads spilled dog brains, beings like these spectators, who did not even count as ants in the Sages' eyes, might get caught in the crossfire.
Then they would truly have nowhere to cry.
And so, the once-lively barren mountain immediately fell quiet, leaving only the Sages staring at one another.
None of them got along.
But they did share one thing in common.
Whether it was the Three Pure Ones or Jieyin and Zhunti, both groups kept glancing, deliberately or otherwise, at Daochen, who stood in the very middle with a broad grin.
They were trying to figure out what he was thinking.
"Actually, speaking of which, my mounts' breakthrough to Quasi-Saint was thanks in no small part to your Buddha Ancestor Golden Beads. Without your generous contribution, fellow Daoists, my mounts would probably have needed a little more time to break through."
Once everyone else had left, Daochen