A Saint King stood at the pinnacle of the five realms of the Great Saint.
This was hardly surprising. Otherwise, how could the Demon Domain rule the Niemo Domain?
Although the Haotian Sect had three Great Saints, their realms were not particularly high. Even if they joined forces, they were likely no match for a single Saint King.
Everyone pondered inwardly.
The path of the Great Saint had always been difficult. One could say it was one in ten million; nothing could be more natural.
For the Devil Race, it was even harder still.
It was as though the laws of this world had always rejected them, making them difficult to comprehend.
Occasionally, Heaven-Blessed Geniuses would emerge among the Devil Race. They comprehended the laws and became Great Saints, like the Evil Demon who had left behind the Demonic Way.
Yet these newly ascended Great Saints would die before they had lived even a hundred years.
A Great Saint had long since stood level with the heavens. How could their lifespan end after a mere century?
Yet the Devil Race's powerhouses had indeed died. They did not know why, nor had the Devil Race ever pursued the matter.
Still, rumors had always circulated within the Devil Race.
Some said their lifespans had run out, while others said they had been murdered.
Unfortunately, opinions abounded, yet no unified answer had ever emerged.
Now, upon hearing Xu Zimo's words, countless people shuddered from head to toe, as if something had sent a chill down their spines and stirred up endless speculation.
Countless speculations they had been unwilling to face, unwilling to believe.
"Are you saying that the reason our Devil Race cannot become Great Saints is the work of the Heavenly Dao?
"And that those occasional Heaven-Blessed Genius ancestors who died young