The Western Heaven Battle Emperor's hint was not subtle.
So Lu Yuan quickly understood.
But precisely because Lu Yuan understood, he had nothing to say about it.
His cultivation was genuinely at the Eighth Grade Supreme level.
There was no possibility that he had concealed his cultivation.
Although, from the Western Heaven Battle Emperor's perspective—or objectively speaking—his Eighth Grade Supreme cultivation did seem suspicious, Lu Yuan was not some old monster who had truly lived for five hundred years. Even if the ages of his souls across several worlds were added together, they still did not reach five hundred. As for this body's actual age, it was not even thirty. He was currently around twenty-four, give or take no more than a year. Such was the power of time.
What was more, the Western Heaven Battle Emperor was a Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereign.
Leaving aside his character.
And disregarding his actual combat ability.
Speaking only of his cultivation.
Even another Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereign of the same realm could not possibly deceive the eyes of the Western Heaven Battle Emperor, who had inherited the legacy of the Ancient Battle Emperor, one of the Ancient Nine Emperors.
Of course.
The Western Heaven Battle Emperor's question did not mean he was overly scheming.
It simply meant that the truth was too bizarre, causing him to instinctively become suspicious.
It was like someone suddenly telling you one day that eggs grew on trees, then bringing you physical proof so that you could witness it with your own eyes and even touch it with your own hands. Your worldview would shatter completely. Even someone with strong nerves would immediately have two bizarre thoughts: first, whether they were hallucinating; second, whether they were still dreaming within a dream. Then, they would instinctively use all kinds