Indeed, at that moment, a thought arose in Jieyin's mind.
Since I can do nothing to Gu Changqing, Nuwa, and the others, surely I can still scheme against those ant-like humans?
Had any Mighty Expert in the Primordial World learned of this thought, their jaw would have dropped, and they would have denounced Jieyin as utterly shameless.
A dignified Heavenly Dao Sage, an existence who looked down upon the ages and endured the measureless measureless calamity without perishing, had actually turned his gaze upon feeble mortals.
This was no longer merely the strong bullying the weak.
This was a mighty dragon setting out to crush the lowliest ant.
If word got out, would a Sage have any dignity left? Would the Western World have any dignity left?
But Jieyin could no longer concern himself with such things.
Dignity?
When Zhunti had died and his Dao had vanished, when the Western Buddhist Sect's fortune had fallen apart, Gu Changqing had already trampled Jieyin's dignity beneath his feet and ground it into the dust.
Now, he was practically a rampaging madman.
For revenge, he would pay any price.
A Sage's dignity was worth nothing!
He deliberately concealed every trace of his aura, sealing his remaining Sage Dao resonance layer upon layer in the deepest recesses of his true spirit.
At that moment, he was no longer a lofty Heavenly Dao Sage, but a ghost lurking in the shadows.
His figure silently merged into the void, stirring not the slightest ripple in the Great Dao, and descended upon the vibrant Human Territory.
Standing high in the sky, Jieyin gazed down indifferently.
Humanity had long since ceased to be the weak race of Ancient Times that ate raw flesh and drank blood, struggling to survive.
Across the vast land, cities stood in abundance, roads