Outside the enormous ruins, near Song Zhong, the cultivators looked at one another.
"So none of us recognize that cultivator—or even that race."
"How strange. Could it be that their race has never left their Great Thousand World, never entered the Universe?"
"Perhaps that's the only explanation!"
"But then how could he become a Quasi-Saint?"
"Let's go ask."
Several cultivators exchanged glances, then flew over to Song Zhong and said, "Fellow Daoist, you look rather unfamiliar. May we ask which race you come from? Have you never entered the Universe before?"
Song Zhong swept his gaze over the Quasi-Saints before him and nodded lightly. "We are the Human Race. We indeed have never entered the Universe before. This is our first time entering the Universe."
The moment his words fell, the cultivators all around could not help but freeze.
"The Human Race? I've never heard of that race."
"So it really is your first time entering the Universe. Fellow Daoist, without ever entering the Universe, without visiting any of the treasured lands or perilous zones within it, without obtaining the Universe's resources, you actually managed to cultivate into a Quasi-Saint. That truly leaves us amazed."
After hearing this, the cultivators exchanged glances, each harboring their own thoughts.
Without having entered the Universe, yet still able to become a Quasi-Saint—at the very least, that proved two things. One was that this cultivator's talent was terrifying.
The other was that the Universe where this cultivator came from must have a vast amount of resources. Otherwise, how could he possibly have cultivated into a Quasi-Saint? Moreover, the Great Thousand World he came from must surely possess many powerful inheritances.
Their Great Thousand World had Saints, after all.
If they could enter the other party's Great Thousand World and then kill him, would that