Since everyone knew about the Buddhist Order's shady dealings.
How could Wang Lingguan possibly take his former colleagues and subordinates, who had been with him for tens of millions of years, into that snake pit?
These six hundred-odd spirit officials had spent over a thousand years looking for work.
During that time, they had attended countless recruitment interviews.
But they had been the Jade Emperor's private army in the Heavenly Court back then. Even with a few tricks up their sleeves, plenty of factions still wanted nothing to do with them.
The smaller factions could not afford their relatively steep cultivation expenses.
After all, they had once stood guard for the foremost public organization in the Primordial World, making them arguably the strongest security corps on the face of the earth.
How could small factions possibly afford their fees?
At most, they could hire them for a few missions.
As for the major factions.
Aside from the notoriously disreputable Buddhist Order mentioned earlier, practically none had approved their applications to join.
The spirit officials, for their part, had never actually sent résumés to the Buddhist Order.
It was merely that some primordial origin golden immortals in the Buddhist Order with great divine abilities had happened to hear about this and deliberately come running, only to press their eager faces against cold backsides.
But the other major factions had plenty of reasons for refusing them, too.
First, as former members of the Heavenly Official Lineage, the spirit officials had far too close a relationship with the Jade Emperor.
Who could guarantee that, after Haotian Shangdi truly went to that great world, he would not want to leave a contingency behind in his own world?
The Primordial Great Thousand Multiverse was, after all, the place where he had been born and raised!