Yang Feng smiled faintly. "Hello, Thunderstorm Great Saint."
Thunderstorm Great Saint glanced at Yang Feng and praised, "Impressive, Yang Feng. You became a Saint Spirit Warlock in less than ten thousand years. Aside from those anomalous beings born of heaven and earth, your cultivation speed is absolutely among the very best in history."
Although Yang Feng appeared to have risen to prominence less than three hundred years ago, he had in fact cultivated for several thousand years in the Eternal Heart Plane. Thunderstorm Great Saint was a terrifying Great Saint-level powerhouse, one of the foremost experts in any era. With a single glance, he saw that Yang Feng's true age was already several thousand years.
Even so, Yang Feng's cultivation speed could still be called heaven-defying. One had to know that within the Endless Abyss, many Abyss Grand Dukes could not break through and advance into Abyss Demon Kings even after tens or hundreds of thousands of years. In the God Blood Plane, some True Blood Clan Kings lived for several million years without being able to break through and advance into Blood Clan True Ancestors.
Yang Feng smiled modestly. "Just luck."
Thunderstorm Great Saint smiled faintly. "Among us human Warlocks, not a single powerhouse who has advanced to Saint Spirit Warlock attained it through luck."
The Saint Spirit Warlock realm had already transcended the mundane and entered sainthood. Both body and soul underwent earth-shaking changes, evolving into terrifying lifeforms containing undying power. Even the descendants born to Warlock Emperor-level powerhouses possessed extraordinary gifts far surpassing those of other beings, and became Gods and Devils-level powerhouses upon reaching adulthood. Yet even for them, advancing to Saint Spirit Warlock was exceedingly difficult.
Thunderstorm Great Saint brought Yang Feng to the dozen or so Saint Spirit Warlocks and introduced them to him.