Yet disappointment was disappointment; there was no question of giving up.
No matter what, she was already a Tribulation-level cultivator. She had failed this time, but one day, she would take Thunder Snake Venerable's head.
But the gap between the two of them was simply too great.
Thinking back on that battle, the other party had practically swept through like a hot knife through bamboo. It wasn't that she had been utterly powerless to fight back, but her strength was clearly not on the same level as his.
How could this be?
They were both in the middle stage of Tribulation Transcendence. By sentiment and by reason, there should not have been such an enormous gap.
After all, what she had inherited was the mantle of Ancient Cultivators. In terms of power, it absolutely could not be too weak.
Meng Ruyan sank into confusion.
No matter how she racked her brains, she could not understand it.
And so, she began a life of wandering.
She went everywhere to visit fellow Daoists and exchange cultivation insights.
There were hundreds of worlds, large and small, in the Spirit World, and Fairy Ruyan searched for answers during her travels.
And don't say it—she actually found them.
Success was Xiao He, failure was Xiao He; in the end, the problem still lay with that medicinal pill.
The spiritual object from the Immortal World had indeed raised her realm by a great deal in one stroke.
But her magic power had not been tempered by the passage of years. Whether in density or purity, it was simply far, far inferior to that of Cultivators of the same rank.
For cultivators, there were many factors that influenced strength.
But in the end, magic power was the foundation.
Her own magic power was far inferior compared to