Ye Xiwen fell silent. That was indeed true. Take Huang Wuji, for instance—his talent had been astonishing, no less than any of the geniuses Ye Xiwen now knew. But what had come of it? In the True Martial Realm, his achievements had been quite limited. By now, he was probably still only in the Transcendent Realm, worlds apart from the current Ye Xiwen.
A person's accomplishments did not depend on talent alone. They also depended on resolve and the scale of the stage they stood upon. Had Ye Xiwen remained in the True Martial Realm, his achievements would likely have stopped at the Transcendent Realm. He could never have attained today's glory.
"That is precisely the meaning of the Royal Court Competition: to select them, give them the finest training our Royal Court has to offer, and finally absorb them into the Royal Court, where they can contribute their strength to the rise of humanity. Even the Royal Clans and Marquis Clans cannot compare to the Royal Court's cultivation!"
The many tea drinkers around them nodded one after another. They were all native residents of the city, and each possessed their own pride and confidence.
Even if the Royal Court was no longer at its peak, it remained a colossal being standing above all human powers. No Royal Clan, Marquis Clan, or independent cultivator could contend with the Royal Court. Many clan heads of Royal Clans and Marquis Clans even held offices within the Royal Court, wielding great authority.
The so-called Royal Clans and Marquis Clans were lineages or sects formed by the descendants of the kings and marquises enfeoffed by the Royal Court back when it had flourished and ruled the world.
There was the saying of the Four Great Royal Clans and Twenty-Eight Marquis Clans. These thirty-two great