Potential was only potential. To turn potential into actual strength still required a long time, and it might not even be fully converted into strength.
But Ye Xiwen was different. He had attained the Dao less than ten thousand years ago, yet had soared from the First Stage to the Fourth Stage. Such speed was simply a joke; he had never heard of anyone advancing this fast.
Compared to Ye Xiwen, people like them had practically lived their lives like dogs.
It was precisely because of this that he was exceedingly vigilant. Just as the Creation God Dynasty constantly hunted down experts from the Ancient Era, the Ancient Era's experts were also plotting to kill the experts of the Martial Dao Era.
The rise of every expert concerned the fortune of the Martial Dao Era. Without the protection of immense fortune, how could one possibly walk the path of an Extreme Dao Expert?
Killing an expert meant weakening a portion of that fortune. No era could endlessly produce experts out of thin air. The resources consumed in producing a single expert were astronomical. Only by continuously devouring other eras could an era possibly be filled with experts as numerous as crucian carp crossing a river.
That was why, whenever an Ancient Era was uprooted, the Heavenly Dao of the Martial Dao Era bestowed so many rewards.
As an era grew stronger, its fortune and resources would both make tremendous advances.
Especially in Mister Ghost's eyes, someone like Ye Xiwen was bound to carry immense fortune. Killing such a person would be equivalent to making the Martial Dao Era lose a considerable portion of its fortune. If several such people were killed in succession, even the Martial Dao Era would suffer grievous harm to its vitality.
Of course, there would not