Secondly, this realm was an advancement achieved by striking out on a side path, not the proper way. Once one chose this road, the path of cultivation beyond it would be completely blocked off, and one could forget about advancing even another inch. Never mind becoming an immortal—even advancing to the true Tribulation Transcendence Stage would be absolutely impossible.
Therefore, unless forced into it with no other choice, even those geniuses would not choose this path. Coupled with the tendency to cherish one's broom as if it were precious, the cultivators who knew the method for advancing to the Minor Tribulation Transcendence Stage could be counted on one hand.
This realm was not widely passed down, nor was it the orthodox path, so it was not counted among the eight realms of immortal cultivation.
Elder Zhong had also stumbled upon this heaven-defying cultivation path by chance more than ten thousand years ago, in an ancient cultivator's cultivation cave.
He had obtained it as if it were the greatest treasure.
To him, this was practically no different from delivering charcoal in a snowstorm.
That was right, he was a genius, peerless within his sect, someone who made existences of the same rank in his own sect look up to him. But so what if he was a genius? Since ancient times, geniuses stuck at the bottleneck of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage had been beyond counting. How many of them had ever broken through by a stroke of fate?
After trying for more than ten thousand years, Elder Zhong had long since given up.
He had never expected there to be such a path.
The Minor Tribulation Transcendence Stage was an irresistible temptation to him.
So what if he could not advance any further after that? He knew his own situation best.