Shen Ni had never imagined that he was merely cultivating as usual.
Yet it had sparked so much speculation among the Primordial World Creatures.
But even if he had known, he would not have cared.
He had enough strength to crush any uprising.
Outsiders all believed that in this battle,
he and the Three Clans would be evenly matched.
At the very least, it would be a long, drawn-out war.
But only Shen Ni knew.
This battle would end very quickly.
If his Master, Tongtian, made a move,
the battle would end even faster.
After all, his Master's power had already surpassed Shen Ni's imagination.
Even the Primordial World probably could not withstand a single strike from his Master.
For his Master, wiping out the Three Clans
would take nothing more than a wave of his hand.
Thus, as far as this battle was concerned,
Shen Ni did not take it seriously at all.
Time slowly passed.
More and more Primordial World Creatures arrived around Kunlun.
They were all deeply interested in this battle that would decide the Primordial World's future.
Those who arrived also learned about the cultivation technique from other Primordial World Creatures.
As expected, it caused an uproar.
Shen Ni had already emerged from cultivation.
The concentration of spiritual energy in the Primordial World was no longer enough to support his continued cultivation.
His progress was far too slow.
Unless he could obtain vast quantities of resources,
then through cultivation alone,
he could spend millions of years without making the slightest progress.
That was something Shen Ni absolutely could not endure.
Ever since he had been born and gained awareness,
his strength had always been growing.
After becoming Tongtian's disciple,
his strength had risen even more rapidly.
He could not accept days when his strength failed to