Perfect Golden Core

As the sweet rain dispersed, resplendent rosy clouds condensed into a multicolored robe that drifted lightly down and settled over Song Changsheng, making him seem like an exiled immortal descending into the mortal world.

"What a figure without equal beneath the heavens." Feng Zhongyi, Hall Master of the Demon Subduing Hall, had arrived late, and at the sight of this, he could not help but sigh from the bottom of his heart.

"Not yet a hundred and fifty years old—among Purple Palace Cultivators, he would still be considered young—yet he has already become a Golden Core Cultivator. It truly beggars belief. Even those monstrous geniuses recorded in ancient books were no more than this." Hua Ruoxi, Sect Master of the Gauze Washing Sect, was filled with astonishment.

When she had first heard Song Changsheng's name, she had not taken it to heart, merely thinking him a promising junior.

Yet only a few years later, at the mere age of thirty-seven, he had broken through to the Purple Palace Stage and gained the standing to sit on equal footing with her.

Though she had marveled at Song Changsheng's talent then, she had never believed he possessed the ability to alter the balance of the Great Qi Cultivation World. After all, over the vast sweep of several thousand years, only one Great City Lord had emerged.

But now, she had no choice but to admit that she had misjudged him. He was someone skilled at creating miracles and shattering every doubt. In less than a century, he had cast their group of "old guys" far behind him.

In truth, they were not that old either. Just over three hundred years of age, they were in the prime of life among Purple Palace Cultivators. Yet compared to Song Changsheng, they seemed as though