The twelve shattered Merit Gold Wheels reappeared, casting down their dazzling golden light and enveloping Jiang Chen once again. Standing in the midst of the golden radiance, he coldly watched the Evil Corpse of the Saint of Taiqing, the Morality Heavenly Venerable.
At this moment, Jiang Chen harbored the intent to kill the Morality Heavenly Venerable. He wanted him dead, to use his life to cultivate the Sin Treasure Wheel with his divine powers.
After all, as the evil corpse of a Saint, being a part of the Saint, the amount of karma gained from killing him would be nearly as substantial as slaying ten Great Divine Transcendents.
It was no exaggeration to say that even destroying the four great continents would not incur a larger sin than killing the evil corpse of a Saint. That was a Saint, the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao's dignity. To kill the incarnation of a Saint was akin to cursing the face of the Heavenly Dao, and the enormity of such a sin was beyond description.
