Compared to Lu Yuan, Yao Chen had more of a bottom line.
Of course.
When facing Yao Wangui, that tiny bit of restraint could be discarded.
Raise it high, then set it down gently?
That was not Yao Lao's style!
Back then, Yao Lao had been outrageously arrogant.
With one hand, he had founded Starfall Pavilion.
With one hand, he had supported Wind Venerable.
With one hand, he had made the title of Venerable renowned.
It could be said that among everyone from Yao Lao's generation, disregarding the present and looking solely at what Yao Lao had achieved at his peak, no one could surpass him in brilliance. No one could even come close to contending with him.
At a hundred years old, Yao Lao had been a Half-Step Ninth Grade Alchemist and a Nine Revolutions Dou Zun.
Among his peers at the time, most were Seventh-Rank Alchemists. Even the occasional Eight-Rank Alchemist was rare—Xuan Yi was a good example. In terms of cultivation, most were Dou Zongs, and it was uncommon even to see two Dou Zuns, let alone someone who had entered the revolutions beyond the nine stars of the Dou Zun realm.
Although one reason Yao Lao had overwhelmed an entire generation was that his peers among the Ancient Eight Clans were generally in a low period, after all, the Ancient Eight Clans had only recently become the Ancient Seven Clans. The aftermath of the Xiao Clan's destruction had continuously ravaged the remaining seven Ancient Families. Though Yao Lao had been fortunate enough to avoid the worst of the turmoil, having been born within fifty years of the Xiao Clan's fall, he had inevitably come into the world during that relatively chaotic era.
Thus, the young people of Yao Lao's generation had generally met poor ends.
Even