Qilin Race, Eight Thousand Years Old

"It's not that easy. If you can't become a Sage, the Heavenly Dao Merit you obtain might restrain you. How can you avoid it in the next Immeasurable Calamity? If you don't become a Sage, you will eventually become dust in the calamity," Han Jue said calmly. His words caused everyone to ponder.

The Black Hell Chicken shouted, "What are you fighting for? Isn't it good to follow Master and constantly increase your cultivation level and stay away from danger? Think about your cultivation levels. Are you really not cultivating as fast as fighting for providence?"

Everyone woke up after hearing these words.

"Yes, survival is the most important."

"We're already the minority who survived. When the living beings of the Heavenly Dao appear, we will be big shots."

"Once you want to fight to become a Sage, it will be difficult to retreat in the future."

"Anyway, I'll listen to Master."

"Me too."