As those words rang out, eight cultivators appeared.
Bai Di opened his Spirit Eye and swept his gaze over the eight righteous cultivators. All had reached the True Intent Twelfth Layer, and each possessed an exceptionally deep aura.
In talent and comprehension, they might not have matched Nangong Moyu and Yi Xuanbai.
But the reserves they had accumulated at this realm were far beyond what those two geniuses could rival.
Neither Nangong Moyu nor Yi Xuanbai had comprehended the path of profound intent. Nangong Moyu could only draw that elusive power upon himself by drinking spring water infused with divine power.
Yet all eight righteous cultivators who had appeared, each at True Intent Perfection, had profound intent coiling around them so densely it was almost tangible.
That meant their cultivation along the Dao Path toward Profound Insight had reached the same level as Bai Di's.
And their presence here meant they had already slain or subdued the True Intent demonic cultivators on their respective fronts.
Bai Di had anticipated this. After all, a considerable number of the True Intent demonic cultivators in this battle had been forced up to their cultivation levels through Wu Chang's divine power and the Demon Soil's various forbidden arts and secret methods.
Cultivation achieved through such heavy reliance on outside forces, at the cost of one's foundations, naturally could not compare with the realms righteous cultivators had built through steady, painstaking effort.
Bai Di knew full well that what he and Wu Chang had done was no different from killing the hen for its eggs.
But since the Demonic Dao had retreated to the southeast, the righteous path had only grown stronger while the Demonic Dao grew weaker. That was an undeniable fact.
Without enough land and resources, the infighting within the Vast Sea Demonic