As Zhu Bajie spoke, everyone's expression began to sour.
Could it be that, by relying on their systems, they could only become Daluo Golden Immortals?
Clearly.
After acquiring their systems, they had long since stopped considering cultivating through their own efforts.
After all, if they could become powerful so easily, who would still want to cultivate bit by bit?
Hadn't they seen how, despite all the mighty figures in the Primordial World, taking even one more step forward remained fraught with countless difficulties over endless years?
Yet they did not know whether to believe what Saint Tongtian had said.
Was he really looking out for them? Or was he trying to screw them over?
After all, faced with Tongtian, who had become a Sage the moment he transmigrated, they truly did not know what to say.
They wanted to have a proper chat with him, or at least find out when exactly Tongtian had transmigrated and how the Investiture Calamity had ultimately ended...
But before they could speak, Tongtian had simply sent them straight back.
Sigh!
The thought left them feeling miserable.
"I don't know whether to believe him, but that's still a long way off for me. I can take my time thinking it over."
The Yellow Wind Monster shrugged and said bluntly, "If all else fails, I'll go throw in my lot with Tongtian. After all, we're all transmigrators, no matter how you look at it. If I acknowledge him as my boss, surely he won't turn me away?"
Ao Run's mouth twitched. For a moment, he did not know what to say.
As a transmigrator, he naturally did not want to become someone else's lackey.
The problem was that, with things as they stood, they really did not have many paths open to them. Tongtian was simply