An expression of profound mockery and disdain appeared on Ancestor Minghe's face, which had remained unchanged for ten thousand years.
Sainthood creation?
What a fine display of sainthood creation!
He recalled himself in those distant years, when he too had harbored boundless longing for a Sage Position.
To attain the Dao, he had imitated Nuwa Creates Humans, using his own blood essence and boundless karmic burden to create the Asura Clan within the Blood Sea.
And what had come of it?
The Heavenly Dao had bestowed merit, but had been so miserly that it was nowhere near enough to let him ascend to the heavens in a single step!
Back then, he had only broken through to the quasi-sage realm.
Hongjun, that lofty Dao Ancestor, had not even spared him a glance.
As though all his struggles, all his efforts, had been nothing more than an insignificant joke.
The Heavenly Dao was heartless!
Those words had long since been carved into his bones.
Now, he had already submitted to Empress Houtu, merged with the Earth Dao, and become an Earth Dao sage, standing opposite the Heavenly Dao Sages.
He no longer needed to bow to Hongjun's whims.
Yet at this very moment, that Dao Ancestor had staged this farce of "wholesale Sage Positions."
How laughable!
How was this an elevation of the Heavenly Dao, a deliverance of all living beings?
Clearly, with the Profound Gate in decline and the Heavenly Dao's prestige plummeting, this was merely Hongjun's way of reversing his failing fortunes and forcibly prolonging his life!
He was using an illusory "Sage Position," supposedly available to everyone, as bait to lash those alienated Mighty Experts back onto his battered ship, already on the verge of capsizing!
"What a clever move. What a truly clever move..."
Ancestor Minghe murmured