As for that old fellow, Wan Lingsheng, although his strength was not much, his cultivation in the Holy Light Dao was not inferior to his at all.
If not for the fact that he had suffered a Dao injury in his early years, Qiu Wusheng would probably not have been able to sit in the position of the Holy Light Saint Emperor.
"However, this old fellow is good at developing believers. With him around, we can gather a lot of power of faith. This is extremely important for attaining the Dao and becoming a god."
Qiu Wusheng's expression darkened. If not for the fact that this old thing was still useful, he would have killed him long ago.
After all, to the Saint Emperor, there was always someone by his side pointing fingers at him. After a long time, it was inevitable that he would become impatient.
"Soon. When the chaos from the Abyss ends, I can attain the Divine Realm!"
He had waited thousands of years for this day!