"It's difficult—far too difficult," Gu Jin said, standing there in contemplation, his brows deeply furrowed.
Although he knew the inside story, he still had to set the proper mood. Otherwise, if the Demon Court True Saint sensed something, things would become less than wonderful.
Mei Yukong said, "In the predetermined life of a transcendent, aside from six-time limit breaking, what else can break free of fate's great net and shatter the obstruction of the Eternal Silence Umbrella? All transcendent beings lie within mythological karma."
He spoke calmly. He did not deny Wang Xuan's peerless talent, but he was targeting Wang Zesheng, so he used an impossible condition to reject everything.
"Brother Mei, aren't you being somewhat heartless?" Gu Jin asked with a frown.
"The Dao itself is without feeling. Once people have feelings, immortality becomes hard to secure," Mei Yukong said dismissively.
"Six-time limit breaking—this is truly hell-level difficulty!" Gu Jin reminded him. Since ancient times, no one had ever been heard of achieving six-time limit breaking in all domains. It was truly making things difficult for others.
The handsome Mei Yukong, with his faintly melancholy and profound air, now had a face written full of inflexibility. "Didn't he once punch through Hell? This difficulty is perfectly suited to him."
"Hell and hell-level difficulty are two different matters." Gu Jin invited the Demon Court True Saint to sit and drink tea, first to lower the fire in his heart. He had a rare fine tea here, picked from a Remote Universe.
In the Peach Blossom Forest, fallen blossoms danced in profusion. Beside the lake stood a stone table and stone stools. Fresh tea boiled over a brazier, its fragrance curling upward, and its distinctive aroma soon drifted all around them.
"Hm?" Mei Yukong was immediately startled, feeling a sense of