Along with the rebuke came a vast and mighty power. It differed from every cultivation system in the Light Sea; its rank was not high, yet its essence was terrifyingly powerful.
"Heh heh." Lu Yang looked at the other party with great interest.
If he had to describe it, the Light Sea's cultivation system of [rank] was like climbing a mountain. The higher one climbed, the greater one's cultivation, and naturally, the stronger one became.
Yet the being before him was different. He was more like someone completing a self-sublimation—transforming from an ordinary piece of gravel into weathered bedrock, then into steel, endlessly refining himself and strengthening his essence. In doing so, he gained the ability to keep advancing without raising his rank.
Neither was superior to the other.
For the same destructive power, Light Sea cultivators achieved it by standing atop a mountain and throwing things downward, while Ancient Era cultivators possessed that degree of strength themselves.
Which was better?
To be fair, the Ancient Era path was certainly a little better. The [rank] system's mountain-climbing ultimately depended on there being a mountain for you to climb.
And once that mountain was gone, leaving nowhere to climb—as with the Dao Lords who had lost the [Other Shore]—they would instantly fall back to the level of Golden Core perfection. In comparison, Ancient Era cultivation was constrained by no external object whatsoever. It was pure self-improvement, and its path was undoubtedly far more stable than the rank system.
Boom!
The next second, that vast and mighty power crashed down fiercely, only to disperse into a gentle breeze around Lu Yang. All its mysteries were dissolved at their root and reduced to nothingness.
"Hm?"
The rebuke cut off abruptly. The suddenly appearing figure halted sharply, looking at Lu Yang and the halo