As one of the few Innate Deities remaining in the Primordial World, Ran Deng hid a resentful heart beneath his radiant exterior. Why could the Ancestral Bear sever his three corpses and become the Heavenly Emperor? Why could Soaring Serpent enter the Quasi-Saint realm and become one of the Five Elders? Why had even a junior like Kong Xuan surpassed me in cultivation?
To attain the Great Dao sooner, I had even cast aside my dignity and willingly joined the Expounding Teaching as the Primordial Heavenly Venerable's disciple.
As one of the Three Thousand Guests of Zixiao, I had originally been of the same seniority as Yuanshi!
Then there was Golden Roc. Over three hundred years ago, the two of them had agreed in the mortal Youqiong Kingdom to settle their rivalry at the Heavenly Court's God-Fighting Arena five hundred years later. Back then, Golden Roc had been weaker than him, but more than three hundred years had passed. Under the Vermilion Bird Venerable's tutelage, supported by the Phoenix Race's vast resources, he had likely made considerable progress. If Ran Deng lost to Golden Roc in that battle a little over a hundred years from now, then truly... he would lose every last shred of face!
Whenever he thought of this, Ran Deng grew anxious and desperately wanted to improve his strength. That was why he had remained here, meditating and contemplating the Dao. Unfortunately, no matter how he contemplated it, he gained nothing. His cultivation remained stuck at great immortal peak, without the slightest glimmer of a path toward the Quasi-Saint Great Dao.
Xiong Meng's words just now had stirred his heart.
The Twelfth-Grade Karma Fire Red Lotus was one of the finest innate numinous treasures. Not only could it anchor fortune, but it also combined offense and defense,