"My friend, you're overthinking. I'm not here for any ulterior motives. If there is a purpose, it is that I and the fellow Daoists behind me don't want to see the demon clan become too powerful in the future! "
Facing Houtu's doubts, Minghe quickly explained, "You should know very well how arrogant the Monster Clan is."
"Except for me, most of the Innate Gods? They don't have a good impression of the Monster Clan. If the Monster Clan becomes powerful in the future, the whole Untainted Land will not be peaceful! "
"My friend, you're right!" Hearing Minghe's explanation, Houtu nodded, "The Monster Clan is arrogant. If they unify the Untainted Land in the future, the Gods will not be able to live freely anymore. Maintaining the balance between the Witch Clan and the Monster Clan is in line with most of the Innate Gods? The will of the Innate Gods? "
"Don't worry, my friend. As long as the Witch Clan exists, we won't let the Monster Clan succeed!"
"Houtu, if you can figure it out, my trip is not in vain."
As soon as he finished, Minghe stood up and cupped his fists, looking like he was about to leave.
"The purpose of this trip has been achieved. I should go back and cultivate. I'll try to succeed in severing the corpse and step into the Sage-to-be before the next sermon!"
"Since you want to go back, I won't ask you to stay. See you in the Haotian Palace 3,000 years later!"
After bowing to each other, Minghe turned into a bloody rainbow and left the Ancestral Sorcerer Realm in the blink of an eye, disappearing into the unknown void.
"Sister, is Minghe's words trustworthy?"
As Minghe left completely, several burly figures of Ancestral Sorcerer Realm appeared in the Ancestral Sorcerer Palace, emitting endless killing intent.
"This person may have other purposes, but what he said before is not false. A group of Innate Gods? We do want to maintain the balance between the Witch Clan and the Monster Clan. We don't want to see one of the clans become powerful! "
Several of the burly men nodded, "Among us, you're the only one who's smart. Since you think there's no problem, there should be no problem. But, does the Haotian Tao Ancestor really have a way to make our Witch Clan become Saints?"
"Why don't we just ask the next time we listen to the sermon?"
Speaking up to this point, Houtu suddenly felt something. She felt that there was a Saint Position that belonged to her, but the price she had to pay to obtain this Saint Position would not be ordinary.
"As long as the Sorcerer Tribe can continue to exist, I'm willing to pay any price!" Raising her head to look into the distance, Houtu muttered in her heart and made up her mind.
In Haotian Palace, Cheng Hao did not continue to cultivate. Instead, he sat cross-legged on a high platform, his mind immersed in the interplanar chat group.
In the chat group, Cheng Hao's figure appeared on a small island that was floating in the boundless sea of Dao rules.
As soon as he appeared, the people who were chatting in the group immediately quieted down and looked at him.
"Master, you haven't shown up for a while. What have you been busy with recently?" Among Cheng Hao's disciples, Xiao Yan was the most lively one, except for Wukong. He took the initiative to ask with a smile.
"I went to the Primitive World and have been busy recently. Today, I finally have some free time, so I came online to see you."
There were not many members online today. Other than Xiao Yan, there were only Luo Feng, Chen Nan, and Ruffian Long. As for the others, they were either cultivating or had urgent matters to attend to, so they could not come online for the time being.
"I know about the Primitive World," Xiao Yan asked excitedly. "Is there Ancestor Hongjun, Three Pure Ones, and other saints there?"
"Indeed!" Cheng Hao nodded with a smile.
"In that case, Master, how is our strength compared to a Saint?" As someone who had grown up on Earth, Luo Feng naturally knew about the Primitive World. He immediately asked.
"Although your strength is at the peak of Rank Six, you are still far from a Sage. The strength of a Sage has reached Rank Seven. At least in the Untainted Land, they can easily exert the combat strength of Rank Seven!"
"Is that so?" Xiao Yan and Luo Feng looked at each other. Originally, they had been relaxed, but now, their faces were solemn. It seemed that they had not expected that with their strength, which was almost at the peak of their own world, they could not even be considered as saints in the wilderness.
"If that's the case, then only after senior apprentice-brother Ji Ning and matron Lin Xi break through will they have the strength to fight against Saints!" Xiao Yan sighed.
"Oh? The two of them are about to break through to the seventh stage? "Cheng Hao had not been online for a long time, so he was not clear about the training situation of Lin Xi and the others.
"Yes. Madam and brother Ji Ning have been discussing the path of the sword. Not long ago, the two of them seemed to have gained some insights and went offline to train. Maybe the next time they come online, they will be at the seventh stage!"
An envious expression surfaced on Xiao Yan's face. Ji Ning, his wife, and the others did not practice the Clear Heaven Scripture. Instead, they had walked a path that belonged to them alone. Stepping into the seventh rank was already a matter of course.
However, he, Luo Feng, and the others all practiced the Haotian Scripture. Among the techniques taught by their master, the highest level one could reach was the peak of the sixth level. As for how to break through to the seventh level, they had no idea.
Although they had tried many times over the years and had tried to create their own training methods after reaching the sixth stage, the seventh stage was like a natural chasm that blocked them. It was almost impossible for them to break through.
The seventh stage was basically the limit that a Primal Chaos Universe could endure. Without a clear training method, it was almost impossible to reach this level through trial and error.
It was much like how the Dark-side Half-Immortal Emperors on the other side of the Realm Sea in the perfect world had tried countless eras and destroyed one civilization after another. But in the end, they could not even reach the threshold of the seventh stage. One could imagine how difficult it was.
"Haha! Haotian, kid, what level are you at now? Have you reached the seventh stage? Don't let your disciple and wife surpass you. If that happens, as their master, you will lose a lot of face. "
Ruffian Dragon was lazily lying on a levitating island not too far away from Cheng Hao. He was drinking wine while listening to Cheng Hao and his disciples talk. From time to time, he would chuckle and say a few words. He was so happy that he could not be happier.
"Then I'll have to disappoint you, old ruffian. I've already reached the seventh stage of the primal chaos realm."
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