"Tao Ancestor, are the eight sacred positions not too few?"
As everyone retrieved their own merit, Jiang Chen looked at the Profound Yellow Merit in the sky, which hadn't diminished much, and suddenly asked the Tao Ancestor beside him.
"The number of the world, nine is the extreme, ten is the complete. For the Prehistoric World to achieve perfection and ascend to the highest Eternal World, it needs to have ten Saints."
"Eight is indeed too few."
Hearing this, the Tao Ancestor seemed to have guessed Jiang Chen's thought and responded with a smile.
Their conversation reached the ears of the nearby crowd, causing them to perk up. From their words, it seemed too few Saints were disliked, so were they planning to add a few more sacred positions?
If this were true, then their opportunity had arrived. Indeed, as strong figures of the Old Era, they had been abandoned by the Heavenly Dao and had no qualification to become Saints.
