บท 1150: The Saint thief

Xu Zhi sat on a high spot and was silent for a while.

He didn't choose to respond. He silently picked up a cup of tea and brewed it with water. He slowly stirred the tea, forming a vortex.

"I can't interfere with anything. The assimilation of the great Dao is unstoppable for me. Even I'm just a disabled tenth-tier cultivator. I haven't even mastered the great Dao. How can I find a way for you?"

The peak of the tenth level, and the most powerful kind!

Even if they were tiny people living in the fake Dao universe that Xu Zhi had deduced, they would not be able to reach the real world.

These tenth-level existences had all vindicated their Dao in this fake Dao universe. When they went to the outside universe, they would never become a part of the laws of that great universe. They could only be mortals and might even be rejected and die.

But in terms of realm, Xu Zhi's level was far inferior to the other party's.